Chapter 120 Dominating him!

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Dominating him!

It wasn’t a joke. They were really taking this seriously, and before Noah could blink properly, they were already inside the room Marcus had chosen.

"Hmm, I think this one right here is the largest and would contain all six of us," Marcus said, turning to Noah. "How do you see it?"

Noah looked around the space, his eyes searching for an escape route more than evaluating the room’s suitability. His gaze finally fell back on Marcus, and he frowned. "So now you’re asking for my opinion? It didn’t matter before, so why would it now?"

Lysander giggled—an unnatural sound that made Noah’s eyes narrow with suspicion. "We are obviously taking this place. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one pissed. As long as we can all have you inside here, well, whom am I to refuse? I love a carefully laid out challenge that looks tantalizing—the way you look."

That was one of the most flirtatious comments he had ever dropped on Noah. But who was he kidding? The number of flirtatious words Lysander had aimed at him were so numerous he had lost count.

"You can’t talk like that," Noah said, his lips tightening. "It’s way too loud."

Lysander’s lips formed a sly smile, and Killian, who had been quietly watching them, grinned. "Well, let’s take this party inside and settle down. I’m sure we can fix something around here, and I hope someone can cook because I’m starving."

He walked inside, his arm possessively wrapped around Noah’s waist. At that point, it seemed like they were all fighting for Noah’s attention, each deciding to leave it to the best man to catch his undivided attention.

Eugene was about to go inside when Lamia cleared his throat. "Not so fast, man. Look at that—she’s my friend. Help carry her in. We can’t leave her on the bed alone."

Immediately, Eugene’s eyes fell on the ground and the young man opposite him. "What the fuck now? Why is it always me? I fucking carried that girl all the way here. At least she’s comfortable. Let me have my turn with my beauty in there, not in this place with you three."

Okay, Lamia wasn’t going to pretend that stung, but he saw the frustration in Eugene’s eyes. Sweat was dripping down his throat and forehead as he had a panic attack, worried he wasn’t getting his turn because he refused to let go.

"Okay, Eugene, just don’t do it," Lamia said, his voice soothing. "I don’t understand you guys’ competition. He did make his choice after all, and from what I’m seeing, that guy is starving for some alphas. Bringing you all along meant he’s willing to let you all have him. So what’s all the dragging for?"

Eugene’s eyes bulged as he stared back at Lamia, realizing this was Noah’s friend—someone who would know him best. "Are you sure? Because from the start, I’m the least favorite one. And right now, even though I might have marked him by mistake, I feel like I’m still the least favorite among the alphas. It hurts me so much."

The fact that he was admitting this to Lamia—the egocentric Eugene Haines—meant he was truly worried.

"Don’t worry," Lamia said, releasing him. "Go ahead. I have Oliver here. I’m sure he’s more than happy to help."

Oliver’s eyes widened as Eugene thanked them both and dashed away, leaving him with the unconscious woman on the bed.

Lamia pointed at Rose. "Let’s get started here. This just won’t do. I think the inner chamber would be better. I can get a functioning room for her and maybe clean it with my magic if there’s any dirt around."

Oliver looked at himself, then back at Lamia and Rose on the bed. The fact that he, a teacher, had been reduced to this was baffling. "You know I’m your superior here, right? So if anyone is supposed to give orders, it’s meant to be me."

Lamia’s eyes twitched as he looked directly at Oliver. "Really, man? Is that it?"

Then he took a dangerous step forward, and a sharp wave of pheromones flared up immediately—wild and dominant. Nothing like Oliver had ever experienced before. The fact that it was suppressing his own and pushing him back against the wall made him look at Lamia in shock.

"What’s this?" Oliver stammered. "Aren’t you an omega?"

Lamia didn’t answer. Oliver felt his pulse quickening, his chest racing, his heart pumping so hard he could barely breathe. The pressure of the young boy’s scent felt like a consuming fire engulfing his body.

This was impossible. Lamia was an omega. How had the roles turned like this? It was as if the young boy was an alpha, and Oliver was the omega—which wasn’t logical since he was also an alpha.

"Lamia, you’re... gosh, I can’t reason with this," Oliver managed, his voice strained.

He was truly affected. Right there, his back slammed straight against the wall, with Lamia pinning his hands upward.

"Now who is the superior, Oliver?" Lamia’s voice was low, dangerous. "Teacher stops the moment the academy exploded. Now we’re all normal right here, and I think maybe I might even be—hmm, what word will I use—your daddy?"

Oliver gulped as he felt Lamia’s breath so close to him. His mouth was near, his lips almost touching, and Oliver could almost crave for a collision.

"Oh, you like that, don’t you, Teacher?" Lamia purred. "You want to be fucked hard right here."

He gripped the man, turning him over with his ass right in his pants, facing him. Oliver’s face burned hotter than ever. He was a macho man, although tender and soft—built in a sexy way. This younger-looking man shouldn’t be able to turn him over. If anything, Oliver should be the stronger one here. But this... this felt wrong.

"Now I want that ass, Oliver," Lamia said, his voice dripping with sinful intent. "Can I taste it?"

A sound so sinful it should have been banned slammed right at Oliver’s butt, and his entire soul almost vanished. No matter how wrong it felt, it was good in ways he couldn’t name. He actually liked it and wanted more.

"Ouch!" Oliver moaned. He fucking moaned.

Lamia got closer, his lower thigh crouching nearer to Oliver’s ass as Oliver’s back arched, desperate to be worked on. "Now we have a strong yearner."

Oliver was flabbergasted by the sudden flip in Lamia’s personality. What was this macho tone? Where was it coming from? Someone can’t just change like that unless he had been pretending all along.

Before Lamia could get deeper into his act, Rose finally yawned and emerged from the slumber she had been trapped in. The first thing she saw—well, she wished she hadn’t.

Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her. Lamia, the gentle omega she knew, was pinning Oliver against the wall with a dominance that seemed entirely foreign. The teacher’s face was flushed, his body trembling under Lamia’s grip.