Page 34 of The Price of Ice

In a fit of passion, Kennington bent him so far, Kallen’s cock got trapped between his own thigh and his belly, and just like that he was spilling all over himself. The alpha didn’t pull out as the waves of it began to hit, one after the other, so intense he could have been screaming the place down and he wouldn’t have known it. He almost didn’t care when Kennington jumped to his feet and fitted his cock right where his tongue had been, forcing it past where the muscle was still clenched tight and making him keen with a mix of ecstasy and pain.

He jerked, but he never got to find out if he’d have complained, because the alpha was already coming, so out of control he’d pulled back as he started and now could only rut his twitching cock against Kallen’s buttocks, clumsy with need, smearing him with his seed.

It wasn’t exactly impressive, but hehaddone well with his mouth and the last thing Kallen wanted was to wound his pride. Opening his eyes was an effort, but he did it, meeting Kennington’s dark green ones. “You weren’t lying,” he said, and it came out a little more sincere than he meant to.

There was a nervous laugh somewhere in the room and they both turned to look at its source.

Benny was already raising both palms as if to claim innocence, but it’d broken the tension of the moment. Kallen groaned and rolled over on the bed, burying his face into the cold sheets by his side. He was making a mess, but he couldn’t care less. He’d pushed himself to his limits and it’d been worth it.

Now he needed some rest.

The hand on his back and the weight by his side announced his overconfidence, and he was bracing himself already when Benny spoke, “You gotta wait for it to rise again, O’Malley.”

“Pardon?” the alpha shot back and Kallen felt the tension grow again. His body was lax and satisfied, a little sore from the hard game and the strenuous if pleasurable activities afterwards. At least Kennington was normal-sized and he hadn’t hurt him. But the last thing he wanted was to have to diffuse another alpha confrontation.

“The heat,” Benny replied, still quite calm. “I know he’s all...” Kallen could feel the weight of their gazes on him. He could also ignore them, for now at least, even just five more minutes of rest would be such a pleasure... “But when his heat rises again, he will need you, so you can’t do it too soon or... Well, I guess I can help him instead.”

Kallen nearly laughed aloud as he caught on. Was Benny playing O’Malley? He groaned and turned his head. “Water?” he rasped out. O’Malley got up at once, and brought a glass over to his lips, helping him sip.

“Does it... Does it take long? For you?” he asked when Kallen turned his head away to indicate he was done.

“Mmmm?”

“For heat to rise again?”

He tried to think, but his mind felt like a train that kept going off its tracks. He shook his head. “Can’t... I don’t know,” he admitted, eyes slipping shut. “Just... so tired.”

O’Malley’s face was frozen in an emotion Kallen couldn’t parse. “Okay, rest up, I’ll be here.”

THE HANDS ON HIS BODYwere cold, and he shivered, helplessly arching into them. He needed... He needed more, he clenched, whimpering as he felt the emptiness in himself. God, he’d wanted it for what felt likedays, and he still hadn’t got it. And if someone didn’t fuck him, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Even though he’d slept, he was still exhausted, but this was stronger.

Arching into the heavy body that dropped on top of his own was pure instinct, and just like that their limbs were tangling and he was saying words he couldn’t hear, but that made the man on top of him growl and shove his hips harder against him. Kallen squirmed against the miles of bare skin pinning him down, desperate, because the pressure on his cock felt amazing, but it wasn’t what heneeded.

“F—Fuck me!” he managed to get out, and that’s all it took for O’Malley to flip him onto his front and lift his hips into a breeding position. Kallen thrust his arse right into the alpha’s crotch and got him swearing and fumbling.

O’Malley was actually considerate enough to shove two fingers in him first and Kallen nearly bit through his own lip as he curled them. He was prepared to beg, and only the lack of air in his lungs saved him from it when O’Malley withdrew his fingers. An unbearable loss he soon made up for with the girth of his cock pushing in, filling Kallen inch by glorious inch. He clutched at the sheets, curled up as his teammate took him by the hips and shoved in hard and deep, getting him right where he needed it most.

He closed his eyes and let it wash through him, each rush of pleasure, each languorous slick thrust all the way into the depths of his being. He was making noise, praises or demands, he couldn’t have said. O’Malley’s fingers were going to leave bruises where they were holding him in place for his cock. That wasn’t good, but he couldn’t have said why.

Itfeltgood, it felt like everything he needed, everything hewas. O’Malley froze on top of him, hips hitching and erection rubbing against his prostate until Kallen couldn’t get enough air to make noise anymore. It hurt like clinging to the edge of a cliff, knowing letting go would bring relief but unable to make the leap. And then, like a key turning into a lock, he suddenly had the answer. He braced his left elbow and reached with his right hand, taking his own dick in hand.

It was enough, more than enough; he clutched at himself as the alpha on top of him hammered at him, spilling long and endless, as copious as if he was an alpha himself.

For a moment, they stood suspended in time: his body clutching O’Malley’s cock, the alpha’s arm around his waist, their bodies stuck together with sweat.

He was still shaky, but when he let go of himself to plant his right hand on the bed, the movement made O’Malley wince against his back and pull back. Back and out.

Kallen collapsed on the bed, stretching his legs and groaning, then rolling once to get away from the wet spot.

O’Malley was standing by the foot of the bed, staring at him, cock still half-hard and shining with slick. He’d got naked, Kallen noticed approvingly. He smiled. “Thank you.”

The alpha only looked more stunned. But then again, Kallen didn’t remember ever thanking an alpha for his help with heat before.

“I’m gonna...” O’Malley pointed behind himself and scampered.

Kallen had just enough time to blink at him before Benny came over with a soft blanket and a hesitant smile. “Oh, you are a star.”

THE SMELL OF FOOD WOKEhim from the best sleep he’d had all trip. But the moment he raised his head, he became uncomfortably aware he was sticking to the sheets with come and sweat.

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