Page 33 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

CHASE

C hase sank into his body slowly. It was floating. His skin was hot, but it felt good, senses sparking, fireworks in the dark. He rubbed the soft sheets, and an arm tightened around his middle.

No, that felt good, holy fuck. The sensation radiated out, the pattern of a pebble hitting water. He was on his belly, dick fattening up where it was pressed into the mattress. He parted his thighs, crusty with old slick and wet with new.

He clenched and the emptiness hit him suddenly, violently.

He whimpered, searching for something, but there his Alpha was, a hot line against his back.

Chase didn’t have to do a thing, Daddy popping in and sliding deep.

Even though it was what Chase had been craving, it was still so much, an ache in his core that felt a lot like pleasure.

Chase let go. All he could feel was the cock carving a space inside him. There was something in the air, something familiar. His lungs were full of it, a spicy musk so good he couldn’t get enough of it. He gulped it down, filling up with it.

That was Daddy. That was his scent.

That was his mate.

The knowledge knocked him sideways.

He was mated. Auston belonged to him .

“That’s it, baby,” Auston whispered in his ear. “You’re doing so good.”

Chase mewled as Auston’s knot began to swell, catching on his rim once before locking inside. Fuck, it was so goddamn big, a fist in his gut, cock so deep it felt as if it were in his guts. Chase could barely breathe, it felt so fucking perfect.

It pushed into his prostate, an incessant pressure that wiped every other thought right out of his head.

He was so full. Split in two.

He came with a shout, not even a hand on him, but Auston didn’t miss a beat, jerking him off until a second orgasm hit him.

Chase clenched down, body shaking, and Auston was coming too, filling him up, so much come that Chase could feel his abdomen extending.

He drifted away.

***

“Baby.”

“ Mmh .” Chase had been awake for a few minutes, just hovering on the edge of sleep, but he opened his eyes to see Auston hovering over him.

Chase’s body was still thrumming with heat, mind foggy. The bond beat in his neck, his chest, deeper still, pulling him towards Auston.

Chase went gladly.

“Daddy.” He sighed, and Auston smiled, wide and inviting.

Chase leaned up for a kiss, chaste. Auston pulled away. “I’ve ordered breakfast, okay? They’ll leave it outside the door, but someone will knock.”

Chase blinked, peering around, truly taking his surroundings in for the first time in a while.

Discomfort wiggled into his stomach. They were too exposed. The sheets were thin, kicked aside. There was nothing to keep their little space contained.

“Hey. Baby, what’s wrong?” Auston asked quickly, eyes wide.

“We need blankets. And pillows.”

The frown on Auston’s face cracked into a grin. “Oh—no problem. I’ll ask for some nesting stuff.”

Chase nodded, but he needed to get to work.

He slid off the bed and onto wobbly legs, Auston right there to hold him steady.

He searched their suitcase for dirty clothes, putting them aside.

He looked in the fridge, and Auston helped him to put some bottles on the bedside table, making him drink one first. There was a knock on the door not long after, and Chase stayed in the room as Auston got it.

Chase peeked into the living room when the door closed—he had been able to smell the person who had arrived. An Omega, he was pretty sure, although he couldn’t say exactly why he thought that.

There was a whole cart piled with food, but Chase went straight for the shrink-wrapped nesting material, ripping it open. It smelt…fine. Of nothing, really.

Auston trailed after him. “Let’s eat something first.”

Chase shook his head. He had to make the nest. Everything else could wait.

Auston didn’t push, scenting things if Chase asked him to, helping if Chase allowed. Chase wished he had his own stuff—the stuff Daddy had bought him—but his nest didn’t turn out too bad.

“Perfect, baby,” Auston said once Chase was done. “Let’s go eat, yeah?”

Auston dragged Chase away, sitting on the couch with Chase on his lap, plate on the coffee table, everything cut up into little pieces.

Chase was starving all of a sudden, stomach growling. Auston gave him the mango smoothie first, watching Chase suck it down before turning to the pancakes. Auston picked up a piece, sliding it through syrup and lifting it to Chase’s lips, sticky and sweet.

Chase licked it from his fingers, stomach curling pleasantly. He rested against Auston’s chest, letting himself be fed—bacon, pastry, fruit. There was plenty of water, too, or juice, until he was full to the brim.

Auston had eaten too, in between feeding Chase, and didn’t protest when Chase pulled him back into the bedroom. The nest greeted them, and Chase let Auston go in first, watching him settle, his Alpha in his nest.

Chase crawled in after, cuddling in. Now that the literal hunger was satiated, the heat was rising up again. He could smell it on Auston too.

The want.

They didn’t have to speak. It was instinct, Auston surrounding him, licking Chase’s mating mark. Chase gasped, gland stinging, pleasure zipping up his spine. He was so fucking wet already. His head swam, body filled with light.

There was no soreness as Auston sank into him again. There was just fullness. Rightness.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Auston murmured in his ear, and Chase was gone.

***

Chase had no idea how much time had passed. Didn’t know how many times he’d come. How many times he’d been knotted. Everything was warm and sticky and smelt of them.

Auston convinced him to make it to the large bath, cool water a balm on his overheated skin. He lay against Auston’s chest, half-asleep. Auston made him drink from a bottle and inspected him all over, hands gentle.

“What’re you doin’?” Chase slurred.

“Just making sure you’re okay,” Auston replied softly.

Chase hummed. He felt perfect. Couldn’t Auston tell?

He was happy to be touched, though, Auston stroking Chase’s thighs, his belly, his chest, his arms. He rinsed Chase’s neck carefully just with fresh water and then went south, touching Chase’s hole.

“Sore?”

Chase shook his head. Maybe he would be later, but there with Auston, he felt golden.

Chase caught one of Auston’s hands and pressed it on his chest. “Can you feel that?”

The bond thrummed. It was a live thing, a pulsing heart, made of two things but also just one.

Auston hooked his chin over Chase’s shoulder and rubbed their cheeks together. “Yes.”

They rinsed in the shower and then undid all their work by fucking again as soon as they got to the nest. Chase buried his face in the pillow as Auston held his hips tight and fucking into him in hard thrusts.

They lay on their sides when Auston’s knot popped. Chase could feel the little trembles going through Auston as the Alpha kept coming, Chase clenching down, all swollen up with come.

Chase’s heat broke first, awareness sharpening. He could see there was a spell still holding Auston in that feral state—he was in rut.

Chase didn’t think he could stay awake to help, body so exhausted it was tumbling away from him. “You can fuck me while I sleep,” Chase slurred.

“Baby,” Auston gasped.

“Do it,” Chase said.

He slipped into a dream. Warm, gentle, calloused hands handled him. He was being fucked into, a knot stretching him. His body was malleable, limp, easy for his Alpha.

“Daddy.” Chase sighed.

“Fuck. You’re so good. You’re perfect. You’re mine,” the dream said.

Chase went under.

***

Chase’s body was heavy and aching. The thick smell of heat and rut had gone stale, but his and Auston’s scents were still strong, twined together.

He opened crusty eyes to see that light was just starting to filter through the windows—he must have slept at least twelve hours—it hadn’t even been dark when he’d passed out.

Auston was behind him, breathing steadily in sleep. Chase was grateful for the moment to himself, letting the reality of their situation settle over him.

They had mated.

Chase had no idea what a healthy bond was supposed to feel like, but theirs felt strong, a hook deep inside his core that stabilised everything. He’d grown a new sense that was only attuned to his Alpha—it wasn’t as if he could read Auston’s mind, but it was another type of warmth, of awareness.

It felt good.

But that didn’t mean that what they had done hadn’t been incredibly rash.

Chase searched within himself for regret, but if there was any, it wasn’t his—his only doubt was how Auston felt about their union. The Alpha would put on a brave face—was maybe happy about it at the moment—but only time would tell if Chase was actually worth keeping.

It was silly not to have doubts. They’d barely dated. They’d never fought, never had to make a big life decision together, had never been apart for a significant amount of time. They hadn’t been tested in the ways life would surely do in the future, and yet…

And yet, nothing had ever felt better than the bond thrumming through Chase.

A rumble went through him suddenly, the arm holding Chase tightening as Auston woke up. Chase turned to face him, burying his nose in the Alpha’s neck and breathing deep.

God, he smelt good. It was him and Auston and, suddenly, Chase realised he would never know his own scent without Auston’s, as if he’d been born to be held right there in these arms, in this place.

“Hey,” Auston croaked, pulling away slightly and blinking at Chase. “How’re you feeling?”

Chase swallowed. His throat felt raw. “Good,” he said truthfully. His body was overworked and sore. He was exhausted and shaky and uncertain. Above all else, though, there was a serenity that kept all the rushing thoughts at bay.

“Yeah?” Auston’s gaze slipped to Chase’s neck. Slowly, his hand came up, thumb tracing the mating mark throbbing there.

Chase closed his eyes, lashes fluttering as sensation burst through him, but Auston didn’t tease any further.