Page 2 of Beg for It

My GPS leads me to this cute little coffee shop that is smack dab in the middle of campus. Perfect placement on their part.

The bell rings as I pull the door open and the smell of coffee hits me. I bite the inside of my cheek to smother the groan threatening to slip out. I’m sensitive to certain scents and coffee is one of them. Not necessarily in a bad way, unless having your cock go rock hard in your pants counts as bad. So I guess in my case, yeah, it does.

Awkwardly, I look around the room and bring my backpack around to the front of me. God, this is so fucked up.

My best friend Tilly from high school said that if I presented as an omega instead of a beta, that my scent match would have been some sort of coffee form if it got me that hard.

She didn’t know. No one knows the truth of what I really am. They think I’m a beta, something safe and acceptable to my dad. And that's exactly how I plan on keeping it.

“Hello,” a young girl with a bright friendly smile greets me. “What can I get for you today?” She’s a beta, I can tell by her mild scent.

I smile back. “Coffee, three cream and four sugars.”

She nods, tells me my total and starts on my order.

“Like it sweet, do you?” a husky voice chuckles from behind me. I look over my shoulder and do a double take. He’s older, taller and really good looking. Like nerdy hot with black rimmed glasses and curly brown hair. And he’s doing nothing to help the state of my arousal right now.

God Camden, really? Right now, here in the coffee shop, for a man who just said a few words to you?

Unfortunately one of the side effects of the suppressants is being easily aroused. Like when a hot guy is grinning down at you.

I just really pray these pills are doing their job right now, otherwise I’m in big shit.

“Ah, yeah,” my cheeks heat as I swallow hard. His scent hits my nose and my brows furrow. Omega.

“I like sweet things too,” he winks.

“Sir, that’s going to be three ninety five.” The girl says, gaining my attention.

“Shit, sorry.” I rush to search through my bag to find my wallet.

“I got this, Emma.” the man behind me says. “And add a caramel frappuccino to the order.”

“Oh, you don’t need to.” I tell him but he just waves me off.

“It’s my good deed of the day.”

“Thanks.” I sigh. I don’t like taking handouts. But I’m not about to argue with the man for doing something nice. And as bad as it makes me feel, saving anything I can right now will help me in the long run.

“No problem, Professor Kennedy.” The girl takes the twenty dollar bill in the man's outstretched hand.

Wait, did she just say professor? Oh fuck. I’m getting all aroused by possibly one of my teachers. An omega teacher at that. Not that my dick cares if a guy is alpha, beta, or an omega. Any hot guy seems to do the trick.

That's another issue I’ve had to deal with. Try being gay and living with nothing but men. Men who if they knew my sexual orientation could put my life at risk.

Two things my dad hates: gays and male omegas. I just so happen to be both. I’ve heard too many drunk conversations about his dislike for them.

Sadly, a lot of people in his line of work feel the same way. It’s why I’ve had to put on a fake smile and act like pussy was the best thing on the planet.

“You're a professor?” I ask.

He chuckles and nods. “Yup.”

“You don’t look like one.” I let my eyes roam over his body. Damn, he’s got some muscles on him.

“I hope you mean that in a good way?” He raises an amused brow.

“I mean, yes? You look young and like an omega.”