Page 14 of The Price of Ice

When McKinley turned him over and pressed his face to the bedding, he whined low and needy. And only a moment later, the alpha was plastering himself to Kallen’s back, hard cock poking him in the thigh before it was guided to his hole, already slick enough he’d leaked all over his thighs. The first penetration was a sharp jab of pain that brought him out of his daze and made him realise he hadn’t prepped himself for this. He’d forgotten, after months... But McKinley didn’t force it, acknowledging the resistance and leaning over to whisper encouragement as he pulled out and pushed in again in smaller increments. Until finally he was fully wedged inside, his forehead resting against the back of Kallen’s neck, his right arm like a vice around his chest, keeping him from collapsing.

“Yeah... Just like that, keep squeezing me, you are so good, such a good omega.” The panting words came in time with little thrusts inside him, and Kallen did his best to do as he was asked, to squeeze so his muscles would relax when he let go.

It got easier, and then McKinley changed the angle and the next time he bottomed out, he hit Kallen’s prostate head on, making him shudder and whimper into the bedding. McKinley growled behind him, tightening his grip on his hips and giving it to him harder, and it still hurt a little, except for how the pain was just contrast to the rising ecstasy of getting just what he needed, merciless and endless until he was crying a little into the pillow, arching into every thrust to ask for more.

He was too out of it to think of touching himself, so when McKinley started shooting inside, thrusts growing brutal as he orgasmed, all Kallen could do was cry out under him. The stimulation was too much, but he couldn’t come anyway, like he was being held at the edge, constantly fighting not to fall and desperate to let go.

McKinley collapsed on top of him, rapid breaths warm on the side of Kallen’s exposed throat, cock still pressing against all the tender desperate parts of him.

He whined, low and needy. He couldn’t help it,he needed. The alpha grunted and pulled them onto their sides. “Do it,” he ordered, absolutely no give in his voice, and pulled Kallen close again, lodging his cock as deep as it would go inside and setting his nerves on fire once more.

All Kallen had to do was take his neglected cock in hand and squeeze, once and he was done, just like his alpha had demanded. His whole body went loose as his orgasm rolled over him, the relief of heat easing as intense as the pleasure itself. It wasn’t long enough before the captain started pulling out, letting his cooling seed spill, sloppy and disgusting down Kallen’s right buttock.

“Lombardi!” McKinley said and that was the first sign Kallen had that the second alpha he’d been assigned was in the room at all.

The forward had been one of the players in their offensive line called up to play on the couple of games where Kallen himself had played his heart out to cover for their veterans. Lombardi had done well, Kallen had had a chance to watch him since they hadn’t been sent out to play together.

And he’d had Lombardi’s cock before, even if he couldn’t have said when. Or remember anything much about it. He’d been technically sober, he was pretty sure, but heat was pretty far fromactuallysober. Now that he’d been fucked once, though, he had enough clarity to be afraid.

“Wait,” Levy’s voice cut through the room like a surprise summer shower, and Kallen watched McKinley getting up, still mostly dressed, and turn to face Levy.

“What was that?” he asked with a clear edge to his voice.

“We should eat,” Levy said, easy and relaxed, like he hadn’t noticed he was telling his captain and an older alpha what to do. “We missed dinner. Um, he could faint.”

It was absolutely bizarre, but their captain huffed and shot Lombardi a questioning look, which Lombardi shrugged off. “Could eat.”

There was way too much food on the sideboard, which must have been rolled in at some point when Kallen was too far gone to notice. He was too confused to do much but sit on the messed-up bedding, not even moving away from the wet spot and suddenly feeling a little chilly. He was dragging half the top blanket on top of his lap when he heard a plate click by his side.

Levy had just placed it on the bedside table, and it was loaded to excess. His friend was carefully looking past Kallen’s face, body half turned away from him.

“Eat,” he said, voice strained now like it hadn’t been when he’d been speaking up to the other alphas.

It wasn’t an order, but Kallen took a chicken leg off the plate and bit into it and after that his body took care of therest, encouraging him to consume as many calories as he could manage in as little time as possible.

LOMBARDI CAME TO THEbed before he was quite done, but when the alpha’s hands landed on his shoulders, he let out a groan of pure relief and the fork dropped out of his nerveless fingers.

Oh fuck, yes, he thought, head falling back against the alpha’s hip. The food must have been taken away because Lombardi was rolling him onto his back, lifting him by the ankles into the appropriate position and Kallen went loose and open for him.

He’d been distracted, but now he was suddenly on fire, like the alpha’s touch had reawakened the heat, a languorous slow wave of want rushing up his spine and leaving him in a puddle. Lombardi’s cock was thick enough to make him take notice, but he wanted it with everything he was, his hole slick and ready, fluttering like it was desperate to take it in. The alpha didn’t make him wait, he pushed the head in and then kept going, slow but unstoppable, making room in Kallen’s body for all of it.

Kallen blinked up at him, dazed and half gone. The only part of him that he could move was his hole, and he clenched around the alpha, groaning at how good it felt. More relief than pleasure, like air in his deprived lungs at long last, and then Lombardi was fucking him in earnest. He favoured shorter thrusts, rubbing over the same sweet spot again and again until Kallen was whimpering with each and every one, a continuous song of pleas he couldn’t stop.

Time stretched like it’d ceased to exist; all he knew was the alpha using him and his own need, burning in his gut and spreading out all over his oversensitive body. His nipples pebbled on his chest, his dick bobbing with each movement inside, his balls drawn tight, feeling full even though he’d comenot half an hour earlier. He neededmore, it felt like the only thing that was real. One more thrust and he’d come, there was no way he could bear it if he didn’t.

But of course, it wasn’t up to him, Lombardi was grunting with effort, bald head sweating profusely as he pistoned in and out of Kallen. He leaned further in, forcing Kallen’s thighs as far apart as they’d go, a twinge of pain that dissolved at once like a drop of ink in the ocean, and Lombardi was going evenharder.The headboard at his back bounced off the wall with so much force, it made his hands instinctively clench on the sheets, and he threw his head back as the pressure inside reached an unbearable peak, almost like he was coming. But it wasn’t him, it was Lombardi. He felt the heat of his come inside, filling him up as the alpha curled on top of him, abs brushing over Kallen’s own cock with each push inside but never quite enough to finish him.

And it was just too much, he reached for his own cock, quick and dirty, a couple of pulls and he was done, making a mess all over the alpha’s belly. It was a bit like someone had disappeared all his bones, leaving him sprawled and buzzing with goodwill.

Finally, he didn’t need anything more.

Lombardi grunted at the sensation, but he didn’t say anything, just rolled over onto his back, his own dick leaving Kallen’s arse too fast for comfort. But Kallen’s eyes were already closing and no one asked him to open them again.

Chapter 8

There were soft hands on his face and hair, slowly carding through it, softer words coming through that it took him a few moments to parse. “...eat something.”

He blinked up at Levy, who was holding a glass of water with the hand he wasn’t using to rouse him. His friend smiled when their eyes met.

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