Page 6 of The Price of Ice

Kallen's arse clenched, hips tilting upwards, as if trying to obey. But he'd just come, he was probably all empty. He managed to get his legs around the alpha's hips, helping as best he could by shoving himself back onto his cock. If Vandy would just come...

Vandy actually stopped cold, straightening over him and shooting him a dark look. "No," he said, cold and certain.

Kallen stiffened beneath him, whole body going into high alert. Alphas were protectors, of course, but they were also dangerous, they had to be; you couldn't expect someone to be aggressive enough to attack your enemies and not have some claws in them.

Kallen dropped his eyes, instinctively submissive, but Vandy got a hand on his chin and forced him to look up until their eyes met again. "You got two choices, omega," he explained calmly. "You can come on my cock, or you can't come."

And with that warning, he was off again, jabbing his dick right into the tenderest part of Kallen's insides, each push setting his nerves alight once more, merciless and demanding...

His eyes were tearing up, his whole body seizing with overstimulation, and he wanted to come, more than anything. His dick kept twitching against his belly and his hands were clenched painfully hard on the bedding to keep from touching himself, to be good for Vandy. He just didn't know if his body was even capable of coming untouched, it'd never happened before, even when he'd been in the heights of heat, even when he hadn't already come only minutes earlier.

None of that mattered, though, because it was what his alpha wanted and right then he was Vandy's, and he'd either come on his cock or not at all.

He closed his eyes and let go, relaxed into the pleasure and into the pain—it was starting to chafe by now—let it all rush over him. Surrendered. It didn't stop anything, he couldn't stop anything, but it became alright somehow, a haze that left him floaty and half disconnected.

It could have been minutes or hours when a hissed warning brought him back to earth. "Vandy!"

He blinked his eyes open, struggling to focus enough that he couldn't tell which one of the twins was there, but he was pretty sure he was gripping Vandy's shoulder. The part of Kallen's brain that was always on duty to his team pointed out he should get Vandy's attention on him, so the alpha didn't rip whoever's hand off for daring to touch him in this situation. But he couldn't react on time, not even close. Vandy was already turning his head and shoving at Will, growling low and threatening. Matt was there too, catching his twin and keeping him from falling.

"Quit that shit," they told the alpha on top of him, full of willpower and perfectly coordinated. "You are gonna hurt him."

Kallen shivered at the power in their voices, and Vandy actually stopped moving too. He was still focused on the other alphas, tense and ready to react to the threat, and then, like something was giving, Kallen felt his strong muscles relaxingwhere they were holding Kallen’s legs. By the time Vandy turned his head to look at him again, the anger was all gone. He was just watching Kallen like he didn't know who he was. And then, to his utter shock, Vandy withdrew from his body altogether, breaking their gaze and letting his legs drop before turning away without a word.

It felt like the bottom dropped out of his stomach, terror and desperation clawing at him. He instinctively tried to sit up and the contact of his heels with the bed sent a shock of pain so intense through him he flinched and fell backwards.

He was still whimpering when he felt hot hands on his sides, turning him until he was face down on the bed, forcing his knees under his body to leave him into the breeding position. If he'd been able, he'd have begged them to stop because every movement was agony and if they actually mounted him now...

"Shush," came a voice next to his ear. "Just need to see if you are torn, we won't touch too much."

The thumbs spreading his cheeks apart weren't much better than all the movement. But they kept their word, going slow while they checked, their voices low in a whispered exchange he couldn't quite follow.

"You are okay," Will told him, and then, when Kallen tensed under his hand on his back, clarified, "Well, you are not bleeding."

They got him in the ensuite shower, held up between their bodies as they washed him. When they used the shower head to clean his arse, he struggled so hard, they barely managed to keep them all from falling.

"Oh, come on, Guin, you've broken bones, this is nothing," one of them chided him. But it wasn't true, and it wasn't the same, he'd broken his arm by accident, this...

That must have been Matt who’d said that, because Kallen recognised Will when he spoke next, "Shut up, man, he's freaked out, not the time for macho bullshit."

He was pretty sure that got him an apology, but as the pain faded, he started losing time, too exhausted to keep going. They manoeuvred him out somehow and later he remembered them drying him up, but mostly the last thing that was clear was when they'd put some ointment in his hole and he'd cried against someone's chest while the alpha held onto both his wrists and his waist to keep him in place.

THE TWINS MUST HAVEbeen worried because Kallen woke up to Doctor Maslow next to his bed. His chilly blue gaze always made Kallen feel like a bug under the microscope.

For a moment, he froze, simple instinct and then he remembered and instinctively tried to curl up. It was a serious mistake, sending a spike of pain up his spine that had him crying out in surprise.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Kallen," Doctor Maslow said, low and commanding. He was in his fifties, stout and solid, hair starting to grey but still plentiful. An alpha even though most of the support staff were betas to compensate for the excess of testosterone the players brought to the team dynamics.

“Yeah?” he managed, his voice was rough, as if he’d swallowed the screams that he hadn’t let out the night before.

“The Groddys told me what happened,” the doctor explained. “I’d like to examine you.”

Kallen scrunched his eyes shut, breathing out slowly. The pain was fading, but it didn’t help much with the humiliation. His face was burning up and he wasn’t sure he could move. At least he was naked under the sheets so he wouldn’t need...

“They—” His voice caught, and he had to clear his throat. “They checked, no tears,” he mumbled.

Doctor Maslow hummed. “Let’s just make sure, shall we? I have an ointment with some soothing herbs in it for you.”

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