Page 27 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

CHASE

C hase didn’t love being on the road—the travel, the generic hotel rooms, the distance from his nest—but it had its good bits too.

There was nothing that bonded a team better than spending endless hours on the plane, and none of the mated guys had to go to their partners and kids at the end of the day, so it was when everybody tended to go out together the most.

Noah had chosen the restaurant, some boring steak place, because all his teammates ever wanted to eat was either meat or sushi, but Chase wasn’t complaining. He had other things on his mind.

Things like revenge .

He’d spent part of the day in Auston’s hotel room, but he’d gone to his own to shower and change, giddy as he prepared everything. If Auston really thought he could just tease Chase and not get a taste of his own medicine, he was sorely fucking mistaken.

He was grinning as he made it to the restaurant, having taken a rideshare with Noah, Sammy, and Belly.

Auston was already there, and his eyes immediately narrowed at whatever expression was on Chase’s face, but he just smiled back, giving the group a cheery wave as he took a seat at the large round table, choosing one a few places from Auston, where the Alpha wouldn’t be able to reach him.

This was definitely one of the times he was glad no one could smell him—he was sure his scent would be giving him away in an instant, heart galloping in his chest, fingers restlessly tugging at the napkin on his lap.

He took his phone out to fiddle with it instead, surreptitiously opening his camera roll and making sure the pictures he had taken at the hotel hadn’t magically disappeared.

Yep, they were all there. Chase glanced around, making sure he wasn’t being spied upon, and then scrolled through them, smirk growing on his face.

This was going to be fun .

He waited until everybody had ordered and they were all stuck in conversation to send the first one.

Under his clothes, Chase was wearing one of his favourite lingerie sets—a cream colour that was practically bridal.

The lace was exquisitely delicate, thin and almost soft to the touch, the filigree classy, not overpowering the simple forms of the belt and corset.

The stockings were a shimmery sort of clear, panties laced at the sides so they could be taken off without disturbing the rest of the set.

Before putting his jeans and sweater on, Chase had taken a series of escalating pictures—him, the lingerie set and, eventually, one of the biggest plugs he owned. He’d stuffed it at the very bottom of his suitcase, half-worried the bag would burst and it’d go tumbling out for everybody to see.

Luckily, that hadn’t happened. He’d been able to keep the secret under wraps until he could reveal it to the Alpha that was currently taking out his phone and frowning at the text Chase had just sent him—Chase on his back, neck bared, picture capturing the column of his throat, the shape of his lips, and the top of his corset.

He’d captioned it simply with, Daddy .

Chase bit his lip in order not to laugh at the way Auston started, tucking the phone closer to him so that nobody else could see. His eyes were darker than usual when he suddenly raised them, gaze clashing with Chase’s, a zip of electricity going through the Omega from top to bottom.

Chase smiled innocently and then turned to join Sammy’s conversation. He could feel Auston’s stare, a hot touch, but he refused to give in to the temptation to pay him any more attention.

It was all part of the revenge plot.

Chase kept sending him pictures throughout dinner—photos of the length of Chase on his back, of his hand slipping under his panties, of Chase on his front, ass in the air, practically begging for it.

Even when dinner finished and they moved to a bar, he kept Sammy near, rebuffing Auston’s attempts to talk to him. Auston, hilariously, backed away the instant Sammy frowned at him, obviously not wanting to incur the Omega’s wrath.

Every time Chase sent a text, he’d drink up Auston’s reaction, the way his face went tight as he tried not to emote. The way his fingers twitched, eyes turning deep and molten.

At the end of the night, Auston would ask to go into his room, and Chase would say, Nope , and shut the door in his surprised face.

Chase couldn’t fucking wait.

Mouth and fingertips tingling, he sent the last picture—the one that showed his hole stuffed full of the plug.

This one he captioned with, I’m still wearing it.

Chase giggled as he sent it, hand cupped over his screen so Sammy couldn’t peek at what he was doing. He’d only had one drink, but his body was floating, brain fizzing.

Auston, in the booth with some of the other guys, did not appear nearly as happy.

Sammy glanced between them. “I don’t want to know.”

“Good, because I’m not telling you,” Chase proclaimed. He stood up, legs jittery. “Gonna go to the bathroom. Save my seat.”

Chase toddled off. It was a Tuesday night, so there was barely anybody but the team at the bar, and he went into the Omega restroom without a problem.

It was a one-person bathroom, surprisingly clean, a light, floral scent in the air.

He locked the door behind him, doing his business and looking at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands.

He was glowing. He clenched around the plug and had to hold onto the slippery basin for a moment as pleasure spiked through him.

It was torture for him, too—he couldn’t come without Auston’s permission—but getting the Alpha back was worth it.

He dried off, took a last peek at himself to make sure everything was in place, opened the door and—

“What—” Chase’s shout was cut off as he was shoved just hard enough to make him stumble, door banging closed again. This time, though, there was someone else there with him.

Without even looking, Auston locked the door. His face was feral, eyes so dark it washed out the whites in the dim light of the bathroom.

Chase’s body sparkled into chaos, pulse thrumming in his head, hands shaking in an instant.

Oh, shit.

“Daddy,” Chase tried, but Auston cut him off.

“You know about the light system? Green for go, yellow to slow, red for stop?”

Chase was going to faint. His blood didn’t know where to go—his chest? His legs so he could run? Or maybe between his thighs where he was already getting hard, slick trapped behind the plug.

Chase nodded choppily.

“Tap me three times on my hand if you can’t talk to stop,” Auston said. “Repeat everything.”

Chase struggled to make his throat work. His breath was trapped in his chest, a tight ball letting nothing else out. “Green for go…yellow for slow down. And, um. Red or three taps to stop.”

Auston smiled, but it wasn’t a nice expression. It was the baring of teeth a predator does right before sinking them into prey.

He wanted to run even as he realised—this was what he had wanted without even knowing it.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down without a fight, though.

Chase leapt away as Auston moved towards him suddenly, but there was literally nowhere to go—Auston grabbed him by the sweater, pulled him in, and wrapped his other arm around him like an iron band.

The bitter tang of fear coated the back of his throat as he tried to push the Alpha away. He was a fucking hockey player, not some weak damsel in distress, but Chase had to very quickly accept that Auston’s massive form was on another level, entirely.

“Daddy—” Chase pleaded. Auston didn’t let him finish, spinning him and then walking forwards until Chase’s chest was plastered against the wall.

“Fuck,” Chase whimpered. He pressed his palms flat on the tile, trying to push, but he was caught there like a piece of meat in the jaws of a beast.

“Have fun today, baby?”

“I didn’t mean—I was just teasing, okay?” His voice got louder, higher pitched. “I just wanted to do something special. I wasn’t going to—” Chase grunted as a hand clamped over his mouth, shutting him up forcefully.

“If you’re gonna give me bullshit, better to just keep quiet.”

Chase whined, muffled by the big, calloused palm on him. He didn’t get a second to try to defend himself, Auston’s other hand slipping forwards and squeezing the hard, leaking length of his cock.

Chase jerked. He was so fucking sensitive it hurt, but the movement just made his ass rub against Auston and, Jesus, the Alpha felt fucking huge even trapped in his pants.

Holy fuck . He was going to get railed in this tiny little bathroom with all his teammates outside. He’d be lucky if he was able to wobble back to the bar on his own two legs.

Daddy , Chase tried to plead, but the word couldn’t even begin to squeeze out, the pressure on his mouth was so tight.

Before Chase could blink, his pants had been undone and pulled down. They had been loose, so they didn’t even get caught in his thighs, instead pooling over his shoes, revealing his whole getup.

“Jesus,” Auston grunted. His hand felt enormous on him, squeezing his panty-covered ass, stroking down the stockings, up to feel the corset under his sweater.

Chase was just a big, raw, exposed nerve, body shaking as Auston pawed at him, not able to utter a single world.

“I’d take my fucking time with you, but the guys are gonna start asking questions soon. May come around and see me balls deep in you. Should I show them how good you take me, baby?”

Chase panted wildly through his nose, head spinning.

“Can’t even remember if I locked the door,” Auston mused.

He had. Chase had heard it, hadn’t he? But what if that had been something else? What if one of their friends walked in and saw how much Chase could take?

Maybe they’d be proud of him. Praise him for being so good.

Auston chuckled. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he dug his fingers into the back of Chase’s panties and pulled.

There was the sharp sting of pressure against his cock followed by the sound of ripping lace. Chase wailed, sound dampened by the hand still over his mouth.