Page 31 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

CHASE

A s much as Chase had been looking forward to using the dildo Aunix had sent him, spending the day comforting the Alpha had been just as good.

It wasn’t lost on Chase that he was always the one running to Aunix with his problems, and it was always Aunix who stood strong, being an adult and giving him advice.

Chase had seen beyond the veil now. Aunix was just a person with his own insecurities and flaws.

The anger laced into his voice as he talked about his injury had made Chase’s whole body clench up.

He had plenty of experience with that kind of stuff—not just because hockey injuries were an unavoidable part of the sport, but because he had his own disability to contend with.

Not being able to produce pheromones without knocking people out, not being able to scent or be scented…

it wasn’t like Chase had worked through all his emotions on the subject, but he’d had to accept that he was different. That he fell short in some ways.

Maybe that deficit enhanced other parts of him, though.

So many people seemed to depend on scent to tell them the truth, but Chase had been forced to pay attention to other things.

To little expressions and mannerisms and patterns of behaviour.

He’d needed all those clues to survive his mother’s moods, and it helped him now with the realities of being part of a team, especially considering at least one member genuinely didn’t like him.

So, sure, bodies didn’t always do what you wanted them to, but that wasn’t a good reason to hate them. To be angry and punish them.

He didn’t want Aunix to treat anybody like that, least of all himself.

Chase had gotten to see—or hear, as the case may be—how Aunix’s sharp edges had softened. How he had allowed himself to be distracted and taken care of.

It had been so, so nice. Chase loved being pampered, but treating Aunix was just as good.

Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still aching to use the toy .

It was miraculous how well his and Aunix’s schedules lined up. They managed to find another day in which Chase only had practice in the morning and optional skate the next day, meaning he could skip it if he was too sore.

And he definitely intended to be too sore.

He’d checked in with Aunix in the morning. Even though it had been five days since Aunix had been feeling sore, he still worried about him.

Feeling good, honey , Aunix had replied, so Chase had prepared for the day.

He took a long, luxurious shower, shaving his legs and moisturising thoroughly when he got out.

He dried and styled his hair, put some of the shimmer Sammy had gifted him on his shoulders and thighs, making him gleam.

He plucked the few hairs around his nipples and made sure his feet were nice and smooth, nails cut and buffed.

He set his camera up low beside the bed. He’d found out that it really helped to hang off the edge of the bed as he used the plugs, arms crossed on the mattress so he could move up and down even when his legs were shaking from pleasure.

If he was facing the camera, he could put his elbows on the bed and it’d offer him some support. It helped to keep his face out of the frame, too, tilted back and neck exposed, something Aunix went crazy over.

Chase was buzzing with the anticipation of how the dildo would feel, but most of all, he couldn’t wait to see what Aunix’s reaction would be. Having the Alpha pant and curse just watching him made Chase feel like he was made of gold.

He resisted the urge to insist that Aunix call him earlier than the appointed time, knowing the Alpha would just tell him to be patient. Would even make him wait a little longer just to tease, and Chase would legitimately explode into a million, billion pieces if he had to wait any longer.

“Hey, Daddy,” Chase greeted breathlessly as soon as he called. He didn’t care that he was being overly eager and obvious in his want—he literally didn’t have enough brain capacity left to be coy.

“Hey, baby. How’s your day been?”

“Good. Great. So good. Okay, should we start? I’ve set—”

Aunix’s laugh cut him off. “What, you don’t want to talk? Ask me how I am?”

Chase wiggled impatiently where he was sitting in the middle of the bed. “I already asked you how you were this morning,” he complained. “But, I mean…are you okay?”

Another chuckle. “Yeah. Better now that I’m hearing how desperate you are for my dick, baby.”

Chase should complain about that, say that he wasn’t that desperate, that Aunix wanted it just as bad.

Instead, all he could do was bite his lip and cup his aching cock.

He was so sensitive lately that just thinking about Aunix made him slick up.

He felt achy and empty all the time, like he was at the edge of heat—which he wasn’t. He’d gone to the doctor and everything.

He was just fucking horny.

It was made so much worse by the fact that he wasn’t allowed to come. He hadn’t orgasmed in eight days, had held off for Aunix’s dick that first time, and then when that didn’t happen, Aunix still hadn’t let him get off. Which was pretty mean of him, but Chase was torturously delighted anyway.

Just listening to Aunix’s low voice teasing him about being too desperate to hold on long enough to have a proper conversation was making him wet as fuck, hole clenching around nothing, probably puffy and pink and begging for something to fill it.

“Daddy,” Chase mumbled. “I seriously can’t. Please don’t make me wait any longer. Please?”

“Fuck. Jesus, okay. Can’t say no to you when you sound like that.”

Chase beamed. “Okay. Should I get on the floor? I’ll stick the dildo there.”

“Gotta open you up first, honey. How about you lie on your back, ass to the edge of the bed, and you finger yourself a little. Turn the camera on, I wanna see you do it properly—no rushing.”

Chase caught a groan behind his teeth. “Okay, Daddy.”

He lengthened the tripod until it was the right height and checked his phone to make sure the face-blurring app was working properly.

He checked himself out in the screen of his phone, taking in the lingerie he was wearing for Aunix, a lavender set with delicate little flowers sewn in, laced with silk ribbons on the side so he could take them off without removing the garter belt.

He lay down, stuffing a pillow under the small of his back and checking the screen again. Everything was perfect, his hole still covered but in frame, thighs splayed open, panties already getting a little wet.

He set the phone on speaker and hit video call.

Aunix accepted.

“There you are,” Aunix said, voice dripping like warm honey.

“Hey, Daddy.” He glanced at the screen of his phone, where Aunix’s camera was pointing down to his thick, sweats-covered thighs. “You look good.”

“ I look good? Jesus, baby. You’re a dream.”

Chase swayed from side to side. “Wearing the last set you gave me.”

“I can see that. Fits you perfectly. Open your legs up a little more. You already wet, honey? Haven’t even started and you’re already ruining your gifts.”

Chase’s face burned, the flush travelling to his neck, his chest, prickling all over. “It’s not my fault.”

“No? Whose fault is it then, that you’re so hungry for dick that you can’t help yourself? Not even a real dick, a fake one will do, huh?”

Chase’s stomach went squirmy and molten. He snapped his legs shut, attempting to hide how he was leaking even more, Aunix’s mean teasing in that soft, cooing voice making him crazy. “It’s your fault for—”

“Did I say you could close your legs?” Aunix’s voice was calm, but it sliced right through the air.

Chase let his knees fall open, breath coming in short. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s my good boy. See how perfect you are?”

Chase was dizzy with the switch from scolding to praising. His palms were damp, toes curling, holding on tight so he didn’t touch his cock, not just because Aunix hadn’t given him permission, but because he was scared he’d come the second he did, which would only prove Aunix right.

He was desperate for cock, but it wasn’t like any would do.

It had to be Aunix’s.

“Now,” Aunix went on. “What were you saying about this being my fault?”

Chase’s mouth was so dry he had to rub his tongue against the roof of his mouth, swallowing a few times before he could talk. “I haven’t come in more than a week.”

“And that’s my fault?”

“ Daddy —”

“Because that’s all you, baby. That’s you being a good boy for me.

Holding off for more than a week, getting those plugs in you and not even being able to come.

Bet it’s been hard, huh?” Aunix asked sweetly, like he hadn’t been there, watching the videos of Chase crying and pleading as he fucked himself, cock red and sore.

“Yeah,” Chase mumbled, because it had .

“Yeah,” Aunix echoed. “Especially for someone that’s so desperate for Alpha dick, huh? Need someone to fill you up just right. Come inside you and keep you on their knot.”

Chase threw an arm over his eyes. “No. Not just…only you, Daddy. I’ve never…I’ve never even wanted it like this.”

There was a pause. “You’re right, honey. You would never let anybody else see you like this, would you?”

The very idea made Chase’s lungs clench. “ No . No. I just…I want to show you how good I’ve been. How much I can take now.”

There was a beat of silence. “You’re always good. The best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Chase trembled at the praise, the words making his core glow.

“How ’bout you take those panties off? Show me how ready you are.”

Chase didn’t hesitate. He scrambled with the bows on the side, undoing them easily. The fabric stayed in place, though, stuck to the wetness dripping from his hole so that he had to peel it away, cheeks red.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Rub your hole a little, honey. You seem desperate for something to touch you.”

Chase took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it didn’t help, the barely-there touch of his finger making his eyes clench shut.