Page 32 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

That was where the scent was coming from. He groaned, stuffing his nose into a sweaty neck. Fuck. Fuck , that was good. He gulped it in, grinding his hips. He could feel his teeth , needed to bite down right now.

He was going to come. He needed to—

“Daddy?”

Daddy —that was him. And the creature he held was his .

It was all bare skin. His baby was whining, spilling little, cracked noises that could be a ‘please’ in another world, squirming everywhere so that Auston had to hold him tight, putting his teeth to his baby’s neck.

Baby melted below him, going limp.

This was his Omega. He could smell it. Feel it. “Daddy,” the Omega said. Auston jerked, and Baby’s legs widened. There was slick everywhere, coating Auston’s cock as he jolted, tip catching at the wet hole there.

Two people moaned in unison. There—that was where Auston had to be.

He dug his arm across Baby’s hips, tilting his ass a little, forcing his own cock forwards. It caught again, and again, and then popped into the incredible tightness, the dripping heat that squeezed the head of his cock.

Fuck, it was so good. He pressed inside, inch by inch, splitting his baby apart, forcing the walls of his cunt to spread and make a place for him. Baby was begging again, please, please , and Auston was delirious with it.

His gums hurt. He needed to bite down.

Everything smelt so good.

Baby shouted as Auston finally bottomed out. There wasn’t pain in the sound, but it was sharp, sharp enough to crack through the haze.

Where am I?

He opened his eyes. The room around him was foreign. He looked at Chase, his red, open face, mouth drooling, eyelashes fluttering. The scent in the air, it was…

Heat .

Auston flinched away, letting Chase go, cock slipping out. Chase cried out, eyes flying open, hand reaching out, but Auston scrambled away even if it fucking hurt.

Auston took a breath, but it didn’t help. He covered his nose, his mouth, stumbling off the bed even though his body screamed at being so far away from Chase. He opened a window—it barely did anything, a slit of fresh air trickling inside.

“Daddy?” The word cracked in the middle, saturated with tears. Whatever thread of lucidity was lost—he stumbled back to the bed.

He needed to get to his Omega. Needed to—

He stopped at the edge of the mattress, a foot away from Chase. His heart was in his fucking throat, clogging it up. Chase’s eyes were big and shiny with tears, cheeks wet.

Oh, God.

“Baby,” Auston begged. He needed to do the right thing. Had to figure out what the hell that was. “You’re in heat.” He couldn’t stop trembling, the distance between them making nausea rise, bile coating his tongue.

“Please,” Chase said, voice rasping, hand twitching out.

“I can’t. Baby, I need to go—I’m gonna bite you if I don’t, okay?” He needed to leave now. It was the right thing to do. And yet there he stood, muscles turned to stone.

Chase opened his mouth and, devastatingly, said, “You don’t want me?”

Auston flinched, words harpooning through his chest. He fell forwards, catching Chase’s now limp hand and pulling him close.

Chase climbed into his lap at once, wrapping around him, and there it was—Auston’s body realigned, the shaking quieting, the pain in his stomach lessening.

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true,” Auston begged.

Chase snuffled in, mouth on Auston’s neck, and Auston had to close his eyes tightly shut as electricity zipped through him.

He was pretty fucking sure he was in rut. Way off schedule, too—he normally had just one in the summer.

He was going to die if he had to leave Chase.

God, what was he going to do?

“Then don’t leave,” Chase was saying. “Daddy, please don’t leave. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”

Auston crushed Chase into his body. “You’re good. You’re always good. We’ll mate, Chase. You’re twenty-one.”

“I want you,” Chase said, voice steady, the clearest he’d sounded since Auston woke up. “I want you to bite me.”

God . Auston rubbed his stubble-prickly cheek against Chase’s neck, scenting him, covering them in each other’s stink. It filled his head—he’d never smelt anything so right .

Chase licked up Auston’s shoulder, his throat, and Auston gasped, hips rocking forwards, hard cock trapped alongside Chase’s between their bellies. He was trembling again.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was going to wait years to mate Chase, would make sure this was what the Omega wanted.

They were supposed to talk about it. Plan it out. Make it Romantic. Consensual . Do it in their nest, where they were safe.

Their mating was not supposed to be some feral thing in fucking Cancun during the All-Stars break.

Chase squirmed closer, kissing all over Auston’s face, and Auston’s patience shredded. He gripped the back of Chase’s head, holding him still for a proper kiss, licking into his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

Whatever his mind was saying, his body was screaming something else.

Thoughts disintegrated. There was only this—Chase was his, and Auston was Chase’s.

They belonged together.

“Yeah,” Auston mumbled into Chase’s slick lips, that growling beast inside him taking over again. “You wanna be my mate, baby?”

Chase gasped. “Yes, Daddy, please—yes, yes—”

Auston tilted forwards until Chase’s back hit the mattress, the Omega still clinging to him. Auston reached between them, cock pulsing as he aligned their bodies and pushed in .

Chase shouted, head falling back, throat exposed, pink and red with beard burn, blotchy with a flush. Auston had never seen anything more beautiful, had never smelt anything more delicious.

This was his.

“Please,” Chase whined. “Please.”

Auston rocked inside him, filling him up, Chase crying out with each hit, muscles shuddering, mouth gaping, eyes rolled heavenwards. The scent that bloomed through the room was rich and deep and powerful, and Auston sank right through it to the black depths where it was just him and Chase.

They were glowing. Auston could see it. Feel it. His cells were singing—

Mate. Mate.

Auston’s cock hardened, swelled, knot forming slowly. Auston slowed down to a dirty grind, Chase incoherent, making a low, continuous noise as he was fucked into, as he was knotted and taken.

Auston’s head spun. Everything was Chase, Chase, Chase, taking up every inch in his chest, his heart.

He slit his eyes open, drinking in Chase’s sweaty body, his red cheeks and red mouth and red tongue. He managed to coordinate his hand to palm Chase’s dick, watching as the Omega’s body jolted, lips parting further, a cry spilling out, and then Chase was coming, shaking uncontrollably with it.

It went on, and on, and on, but Chase didn’t soften, Chase crying as Auston kept going until he was coming again.

There was nothing in Auston’s head but this.

His mate. His baby.

He leaned in, licking the swollen gland on Chase’s neck.

He waited, so close to coming it hurt.

One. Two. Three.

He bit.

***

Auston wasn’t sure he was breathing.

His mind was full.

Chase was gasping. Auston cradled the back of his head until they were positioned correctly—Chase’s mouth to Auston’s neck.

One. Two. Three.

A sharp, delicious pain. The mixing of two things made to be combined, the chemical reaction that burst like nascent life.

Everything came together. Everything aligned.

They were one.