I know deep down they’re not like that. While they might be strong dominant alphas, they’ve been nothing but patient and understanding of my needs.
I’ve already become too dependent on them and we have hardly seen each other outside school hours. What's it going to be like when we take that next step?
We’re almost halfway into February now, almost two months since finding out these men are mine. And a lot has changed in that short amount of time.
The scary thing is, it’s been for the better.
I keep trying to tell myself I need to be careful, to watch it because these men are younger than me. Not to mention, they’re still my students, but I know it’s just things I’m coming up with to try and make myself feel better about keeping them at arms length.
Things need to change. I want more from them. More of them. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.
This isn’t enough.
I’ve had a taste of all three men and I’m fucking hooked.
I love my job, I really do. It’s so much better than the one I left behind. The staff is amazing, my boss is great and the students are respectful and eager to learn.
But I feel like an asshole because out of all the classes I teach during the week, the only one I look forward to is the class my alphas are in.
Even though it’s the one class I’m off my game the most, my mind wanders to places it shouldn’t.
They are really not going to like it but they won’t be allowed in any of my future classes, not unless they sit way in the back where they are less of a distraction.
Like a damn boy with a crush, I dip into the bathroom and check myself in the mirror, making sure everything is good.Hair is styled back, glasses are clean and on straight, my suit is wrinkle free and I smell good.
No descenting spray today. Not since Alaric texted me telling me he misses how the room used to smell of honey and vanilla.
When I’m satisfied with how I look, I head towards my next class. The class they’re in. Fuck. I need to see them, even just a glance.
I feel like I’m a drug addict and I need just a small hit to get me through the day.
Why did they have to be my students? Why couldn’t they be my co-workers, or someone from another school?
I’m seriously considering saying fuck it when it comes to the professionalism and just claim them for the world to see.
But I can’t. I won’t. Not now. Soon. But not now.
My heart skips a beat and a small curve appears on my lips when I see that shiny red apple. I’ve started to skip breakfast, knowing that I’ll have something waiting for me.
Grabbing the apple, I chuckle softly before taking a bite, moaning at the taste. They really are good. No bruises, nice and crisp. Perfect.
Once I’m done, I toss the core into the trash and get ready for class.
One by one the students come in like they always do. I try to ignore the pounding of my heart and greet everyone with a polite smile as they acknowledge me.
I know when they walk in. It’s almost like the air around me shifts and my body breaks out in goosebumps.
Turning around, I cross my arms and face them, my eyes drawn to them like they’re the sirens and I’m a lonely sailor eager to get devoured by these men.
Jamie gives me a wide flirty grin. “Hey Mr. K. So excited to be here together with my favorite professor. Wanna do me a favor though? Lose the jacket, I can’t see those sexy tattoos if yourarms are covered.” He winks before throwing himself into his chair.
It’s so damn hard not to smile at his brazen comments. Before they pissed me off, now I love them. I’m glad he has been like that from the start because no one thinks twice about his inappropriate remarks.
Alaric sighs. “Relax Jamie, your horny is showing.” He takes a seat next to his pack mate and his eyes find mine.
My heart races as I bite the inside of my cheek so my cock doesn’t let him know I love the way he looks at me with those dark intense eyes.
It’s kind of uncomfortable, but I’ve resorted to wearing compression boxers to help hide my cock if it gets hard. Also, I no longer wear form fitting slacks. Something Jamie made a comment on, letting me know he misses seeing my bubble butt in class.
