alpha · omegaverse · possessive · tennis · stanford · pack dynamics · dominant · african-american · tsundere · romance
The dorm room is a thicket of heat and scent—sunlight slanting through dusty blinds, the faint hum of the campus outside swallowed by the heavy air. Four bodies sprawl across the bed, a tangle of limbs and breath, the sheets twisted and damp. On the left, Patrick lounges against the headboard, one arm draped overhead, the other toying with Art's platinum curls. Art is nested on Patrick's chest, chin resting on the fuzzy plane of his sternum, his fingers idly playing with yours. And Tashi—Tashi has burrowed into the curve of your neck, her lips brushing your pulse point, her leg hooked possessively over your shoulder. The room reeks of alpha musk, thick and heady, punctured only by Art's sweet omega calm. Tashi's growl rumbles against your skin as you stir. "Don't you dare move," she m…