Page 19 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

AUSTON

A uston was trying to be good. With every cell in his goddamn body, he was trying to be good.

When he’d come up with the idea of taking things slowly with Chase, it had seemed to be the logical thing to do. He’d had a lot of ground to make up after all the lies, the deception.

Auston would never forget Chase’s face the moment he’d realised Auston was Aunix . The horror—the fear . Auston lay in his bed at night with that image burned right on his ribcage, making it hard to breathe.

Chase had been scared of him. Scared of what Auston was capable of. What he’d already done—the million little cuts he’d razed Chase with carelessly.

Auston had to do better…even though Chase was fucking determined to make it as difficult as possible.

Hearing him say ‘Daddy’ in person was so much better than he’d imagined—good enough that he’d almost broken his resolve.

It’d been a week and a half since they’d began dating, and Auston had honestly imagined a slow courtship. Dates. Fancy dinners. Presents. Kisses. He wasn’t supposed to want to bend Chase over and spank him until he cried.

Not yet, anyway.

But Chase turned out to be fucking persuasive when he wanted to be, somehow convincing Auston to nap together while they were on the road.

Auston had given in because, one, it was fucking hard to say no to that face, okay? And, two, it’d take place in a sterile hotel, not one of their nests, so surely Auston could keep it together for a couple of hours a day.

Auston had agreed to do it in his room, although it didn’t much matter—it wasn’t as if Chase could smell him, and vice versa. But there was still something fulfilling about having Chase spooned into him, back to front, Auston rubbing his nose on his temple as Chase sighed contently.

They had a game later that day, the city of Atlanta bustling outside, but in the hotel room, with the curtain half-drawn, everything was still and quiet and dim.

Chase’s body was especially solid amidst the ephemeral quality of everything else, anchoring Auston to the real world even as sleep tried to encroach.

Deep inside, he wished he could smell what Chase was feeling right then. Was he as content as Auston? Did it feel right to him, too, being this close? How they fit together perfectly, two pieces made for each other.

Even knowing the only way he’d be able to scent Chase was to mate him didn’t make the desire lessen. If anything, it made it savage, greedy—and that was something Auston had learnt he was in this past year.

Greedy. Insatiable.

His sister would probably joke that he’d gotten everything he wanted for so long that he’d forgotten how to be told no, but that wasn’t true.

Sure, when he put his mind to it, he was relentless, but most of his career involved losing the thing he wanted most. Sure, he had Stanley Cups to his name, but almost every year he had ever played, it had slipped out of his grasp, no matter how hard he pushed.

Out of thirty-one teams, only one made it per season. He knew exactly what it was like to give everything he had and still lose.

This wasn’t that. This was greed—having and still wanting more. It frightened him, exactly how much he coveted Chase, as if the boy could give him a piece, and Auston would only ask for more. Even his whole fanboy schtick made him itch with the desire to sink his teeth in.

He knew it was sick, in a way—how big was his ego, really, that he liked the way Chase looked at him sometimes, as if Auston were the best thing in hockey?

It was…problematic, or whatever the kids said these days.

He should be wary of the power that gave him over Chase.

Should make him want to pull away and reassess.

Instead, it made him want to eat Chase up bit by bit—slowly, so they could both feel it.

Maybe one day, Chase would wake up and realise Auston wasn’t that great. For the moment, though, he liked the feeling of being cherished so grandly. Liked, too, the urge to rip the throat out of anyone who kept him away from Chase, unless it was Chase himself.

He wanted to sink his teeth into him, his claws, make him Auston’s. Let that scent tucked away bloom and be marked.

Mindlessly, he ran his hand up and down Chase’s side, half dreaming already. He slipped under Chase’s shirt, feeling all the smooth skin there, growling deep in his chest.

This is mine .

His palm travelled south, gripping a thick thigh, squeezing Chase’s round ass and then up once more, doing it again and again and again, fingers gripping more tightly each time, kneading Chase’s body as if he were trying to soften it up, mould it into something that could be consumed in one quick bite.

“ Daddy .”

The thick gasp cut through the haze. He opened his eyes, a patina of want making everything a blur before he focused.

Chase was rubbing against him, on Auston’s hard cock, his face flushed and mouth open. Auston could see a peek of his tongue cradled behind white teeth.

“Shit,” Auston cursed, forcing some space between them.

Chase turned immediately, latching on, and Auston couldn’t help but cradle the small of his back, pushing them together. “Daddy, please ,” the Omega begged.

For a moment, Auston forgot himself. Chase was panting, red-cheeked and bleary-eyed and way too much to resist. He rolled them so that Auston was on top, letting his weight crush Chase to the bed as he took his mouth, biting it open, licking inside.

Chase moaned long and loudly, wrapping around Auston, making choked-off noises as Auston rocked into him.

Fuck . Auston needed to fuck him—sink into the willing body beneath him, that soft hole that had been training for months to take his cock. Needed to—

Auston pulled away, pushing a hand flat on Chase’s chest so he wouldn’t follow.

Chase whined, but Auston shook his head. “Baby, no. Come on. We said we—we have a game in a few hours.”

“So?” Chase complained.

“So we’re not doing this. We need to nap, okay? Come on. Be good.”

Usually, that last line made Chase limp and pliable, but this time he just squirmed unhappily. “Daddy, please. Please—I haven’t come in so long, it’s not fair . I can’t take it.”

Auston blinked. Blinked again. “What do you mean you haven’t come in so long?”

Chase slapped his hands onto the bedspread. “You haven’t given me permission to come in like three weeks, Daddy! I’m fucking dying. Please .”

Auston had to take a few beats to let that sink into the mushy mess of his brain.

Chase hadn’t been jerking off since before he’d found out who Aunix was…because Auston hadn’t given him permission.

Chase had been a good, obedient boy even though Auston hadn’t thought to expect that of him.

“Baby…” Auston could hear the awe in his own voice, but maybe Chase couldn’t, still pouting and glaring at him.

God, it’d be so easy to just fuck him. Open that already wet hole, force himself in and fill Chase up until he cried.

But Auston couldn’t do that. It wasn’t time.

“Okay. You can jerk yourself off,” Auston allowed, sitting back on his heels.

Chase, not released from the hand that had been pushing on his chest, sat up slightly. “Jerk myself off? Are you serious?”

Auston smiled. “And if you don’t come in three minutes, you don’t come at all.”

Chase gaped. “But—”

“Starting…now.”

There was a pause, and then Chase was scrambling out of his sweats and briefs, dick springing out, still hard and wet and flushed at the tip.

Auston licked his lips as Chase collapsed on the bed and wrapped a hand around his cock, spine curving at the contact.

Chase groaned. “You are so fucking mean.”

Auston snorted. “Two and a half left.”

“That wasn’t thirty seconds,” Chase protested, but his hand was moving quickly, grip tight like a fucking teenager.

In another circumstance, Auston would tell him to slow the fuck down, but, seeing as he’d given Chase three minutes, he was going to be magnanimous enough not to control the pace.

This time.

Chase gasped wetly, alternating between staring at his dick, at Auston, and closing his eyes as if too overwhelmed by it all. Auston glanced at his watch. “One minute thirty.”

“Fuck,” Chase whined, hand moving even faster.

Auston decided to be nice.

He shuffled forwards, making Chase snap his eyes open, hand stopping entirely. Taking advantage, Auston leaned in and spit right on the head of Chase’s dick.

“Oh my God,” Chase breathed, palm shifting automatically to collect and spread the moisture.

“That’s it. Good boy, baby. I know you can do it. Let me see you come,” Auston cooed.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” Chase’s whole demeanour changed, both melting—shoulders, chest, neck—and tensing—abs, thighs, toes. His hips pumped up desperately, the tip of his cock shiny and red, the smell of slick thick in the air.

“Good boy,” Auston repeated, and that was all it took.

The orgasm looked painful, Chase throwing his head back, mouth wide open as his body went taut. Come shot across his chest and dribbled down his hand in smaller spurts, his thighs shaking.

Auston palmed his own hard cock at the sight. Fuck . He needed to find some fucking control, though, and he went quickly to the bathroom to grab a wet towel.

“There you go. Feel better?” Auston teased as he cleaned Chase up.

Chase let out a garbled noise. Auston laughed, tossing the towel away, divesting Chase of his soiled shirt, and encouraging him under the sheets.

Auston followed him, cradling Chase and kissing his forehead.

Chase mumbled incoherently into Auston’s chest and then detached long enough to say, “What about you, Daddy?”

Auston’s hardness was more than obvious between them. “It’s fine. I have some actual self-control.”

Chase huffed. “Not my fault I’m young.”

Auston pinched his bare ass, which did nothing to calm them as Chase yelped and wiggled closer. “What if you…what if you just put it in. You don’t even have to fuck me. You could just leave it there while we sleep.”