It was already dinner time when they finished studying with Mr. Richardson. Erin shadowed Jake, though it looked like the opposite for anyone looking from the outside.
“What do you think of this guy? Isn’t he annoying? And so boring,” Erin complained.
“How did he come about being your tutor?” Jake asked. As much as he tried, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that the man was shady.
“He came highly recommended,” Erin said from the tip of his lips. “He’s the best in his field, but I can’t stand him.”
They were waiting for the others to join them at dinner, so they had a bit of time for gossip. Jake intended to use this opportunity to put his worries about Mr. Richardson to rest.
“Why doesn’t your father let you attend college? You seem to enjoy a lot of freedom otherwise.”
Erin grimaced. “Well, Dad thinks that I like getting into fights too much. And since, in his opinion, colleges are places lurking with idiots who’d love to prove themselves by picking a fight with an alpha, that means that he’d constantly have to sort out lawsuits and other boring stuff like that.”
Ah, so it was the same as usual. The world wasn’t a menace to Erin; it was Erin who put the entire world at risk with his unbridled alpha energy.
“But if you want to go to college that badly, why don’t you curb… your fighting enthusiasm?” he asked.
Erin shrugged. “Stupid idiots piss me off. Alphas are territorial. Any college campus I go to, I need to make everyone there my bitch or it won’t work.” He sighed dreamily as if he hadn’t just used such unfiltered words. “Do you imagine how much fucking would be involved if I went there?”
“I don’t know if a lot of omegas attend college courses.” Jake had no idea whatsoever about such things. He was out of his depth, but he wanted to understand Erin and even help him if it was possible.
“I wouldn’t care, under the circumstances. Since I fuck so infrequently now, I need to make it worth my while. You know, each time I go out of the house. I’d fuck betas,” Erin said, satisfied with his conclusion. “They’d have to compensate through quantity though.”
“How?” Jake asked, amused by this strange conversation with his charge. “Would you need to go through the entire football team to feel satisfied?”
Erin made a face. “I don’t want no ugly hairy asses. I’d fuck the whole English major department or those artsy guys. They’d do it for me.”
Ugly hairy asses. Jake turned his attention to the tablecloth that suddenly presented reason enough for observation. Even if Rico liked him – mainly and most importantly because he believed Jake to be a beta boy – alphas in general preferred the usual omega type.
“I’d leave some for you,” Erin said, mistaking Jake’s change of mood for something else.
“I wouldn’t be interested anyway,” Jake hurried to assure him.
“Why? Don’t you like fucking?” Erin asked.
Jake glanced at the young Salazar. Strangely enough, Erin didn’t believe that something was going on between his bodyguard and his older brother Rico, despite what he’d said about it before. Was such innocence still allowed for someone in his position?
“Ah, you like girls,” Erin said with a grin. “There are plenty of them where we’d go if Dad only let us. A guy like you, they’d be all over you. Also, it would be great, because we wouldn’t overlap our hunting grounds.”
It had to be good for Erin not to suspect that Jake and Rico were fucking. But Jake didn’t enjoy lying, and even lying by omission distressed him.
Oh, gawd, Jake, he told himself. You’re only lying about being a beta when you’re in fact the one sex that alphas would love to stick their dicks in. Surely enough, not someone like Erin, who preferred conventional-looking omegas. Or Matteo. Rico was the only oddity in the Salazar family.
“Why is Rico pestering you so much?” Erin asked. “Ah, I know,” he added, snapping his fingers. “He must’ve realized you prefer women and it’s killing him inside. ‘Cause otherwise, you’re just his type.”
Jake was saved from having to answer. The old Salazar, followed by the rest of the family and a couple of new faces – associates, most likely – made his entrance.
Rico winked at Jake, making him look away in embarrassment.
“I will so tease Rico about it,” Erin said. “I’m so glad you’re resisting this asshole, Jake.” He patted Jake on the back in admiration. “He needs to keep that dick of his in his pants.”
Funny. Erin didn’t see a problem with his inability to keep the same organ in his pants, as long as there was an available omega to satisfy his desires.
Where was that omega? Jake wondered. Clearly, he wouldn’t be invited to dine with the rest of the family, but hopefully, he wasn’t being left without food. Later, he’d have to see if he could guess where the omega was kept and maybe offer him some comfort.
Jake knew he shouldn’t stick his nose in that business. The old Salazar had already acquiesced to his demand that the omega wouldn’t be mistreated.
But Jake had never been closed to an omega. A sympathy he could hardly explain kept drawing him to that soft-spoken, delicate-looking young man.
***
The house was quiet at night. Jake didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed that Rico wasn’t already pestering him. But even alphas needed their sleep, he told himself. And Rico wouldn’t lose any sleep over fucking a beta. It was possible that he was already over it. Him. Jake. He was already over Jake.
It seemed like an absurd thought to have under normal circumstances. But Jake’s natural inclinations were manifesting in full force now.
He could visit Rico’s room under a pretext. No, he was being stupid. If he begged to be accepted in the alpha’s bed, where would that take him? Nowhere. Rico wouldn’t offer him a pity fuck.
Oh, he was truly losing his mind over nothing. Rico had liked him, fucked him, and most likely planned on fucking another beta.
But why, if things were on their natural path, did it hurt so much to think like this? It was beyond him, and it annoyed him. Usually, Jake was a more rational person that this.
It’s that alpha cock, an unpleasant imaginary voice whispered in his ear. You now know what it feels like to have a huge alpha cock in your ass, how taking a load from an alpha fills you up, and you can’t control yourself anymore.
Jake rolled on his belly and pressed his aching cock into the mattress. If only he could feel Rico’s cock in him one more time. To give himself relief, he pushed one hand between his butt cheeks.
Ah. He stopped. There was still some of Rico’s cum inside him. It felt too good. Jake buried his face into the pillow and began moving his fingers fast. Rico’s cum. Inside him. He wanted so much more; the least he could do was to jerk off to it.
“Rico,” he whispered, “my alpha.”
“Wow, you really know how to make a man gag for it.”
The voice had come from behind him. Jake jumped from the bed, only to come face to face with Rico. In the dark, he couldn’t read the alpha’s face, but it was enough to smell his scent and he was a goner.
“How?” he mumbled.
“I waited for you to make a move. You didn’t even notice I was here.”
“What? Were you here?” Jake couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“Just kidding, babe,” Rico said, pointing at the slightly open door. “I just snuck in, since you were making me wait. But I don’t regret it. You have the sweetest voice when you call me ‘your alpha’.”
Jake could swear the earth was taking his time opening and swallowing him whole.
“I didn’t mean it,” he said in a begging voice.
“Aww, don’t be shy, babe. I love it,” Rico said, his voice like honey. “Let’s lock the door. I intend to fuck you until dawn, and the last thing I’ll allow is for us to be interrupted. Unless the house is on fire, I won’t stop.”
tbc

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