Page 150 of The Price of Ice

Levy could easily get his hands under his thighs and lift him until Kallen’s legs were wrapped tight around his waist, smirking in a way someone who loved him any less would have surely found obnoxious. “Showing off for me?” he asked, warm and pleased.

“Always,” Levy told him, already turning them towards their bedroom. The jostling pushed his erection against Levy’s abs, and he clenched against a slickness that hadn’t been there before.

He groaned, doing it again, greedy for any contact like he got every time his arse got involved in sex. He loved pretty much everything they’d ever tried in bed—and other less cushy locations—but there was something about getting fucked that drove him a little wild, no heat required.

Levy echoed him with a pained sound, dropping Kallen on top of the covers and fumbling with his own trousers to free his cock. He was already fully hard, red and fuck...leaking.Kallen swallowed, pulse in his throat and whole body tense like he was about to snap.

It wasn’t just him either, Levy was falling back on top of him, making room between his legs with a hip check and pressing their erections together, his precome marking up Kallen’s dick.

“Oh,” Kallen sighed, head falling back, and hands coming up to clutch at Levy’s curls. He was probably pulling too hard, but his partner was too busy nosing at his throat to complain. They were making a lot of noise, whimpers and cut off words and panting desperate breaths any time their mouths weren’t on each other’s skins. Levy pushed his shirt up as far as it would go, shoving the silky heat of his cock against Kallen’s belly and hiding his face in his neck at the sensation. His bare thigh was giving Kallen some contact too, and he wanted more but he couldn’t find words to ask for it, thrusting upwards with little coordination, mouth watering at the smell his alpha was covering him on, wishing he could suck on it and still not able to let go.

He wasn’t aware of how close to the edge he was until he fell right off it when Levy slammed both his wrists against the bedding, jerking on top of him and starting to come himself, shooting all over Kallen’s belly and chest, each thrust wetter and messier andfuck. It was like a wave hitting him abruptly, his own arousal rose with Levy’s until he was screaming andcoming, underwear still around his thighs and arse leaking steadily as if to beg for what he needed.

Levy was still twitching on top of him, but he loosened his hold, patting clumsily at Kallen’s wrists. Kallen laughed a little hysterically, breathing heavily. It took him a moment to realise something was off and lift his hands to Levy’s head, rubbing softly at the vulnerable back of his neck with one and scratching at his scalp with the other. “Hey.”

The alpha shook his head, forehead heavy on Kallen’s chest where he’d curled up.

“Okay,” Kallen told him, lowering his arms to hold him properly. Like most of the time when they had sex, they’d synced up, which was why Kallen had come before he’d expected it. It wasn’t always what he wanted, and Levy tended to insist on making him come first, so the sympathetic orgasm was dessert and not the main event for him.

But this time, the connection hadn’t survived orgasm. Now all he could sense through the low-level bond that no longer dissipated in between moments of connection was that Levy was scared.

He had no idea why, but he trusted that once they talked it over, they’d figure it out. They’d had a lot of practice over the years. “You want me to find the oasis for us, babe?” he offered.

It surprised him when it got him a head shake, but it wasn’t unheard of for Levy to want to stay with whatever emotion had overtaken him a bit longer. Kallen let his eyes close and focused on evening out his own breath, settling down to wait.

All in all, it could have been about ten minutes of silence, though he was genuinely grateful when Levy shifted and moved off him, all that muscle was heavy. He instinctively followed him with his gaze, and caught sight of the bite mark on his upper arm at once. “Wow, did I—?” He shut his mouth, remembering that he was going to let Levy decide when he was ready to talk.

But Levy shook his head. “It was me.” He sounded rough and he still wasn’t meeting Kallen’s eyes.

“Okay,” he said as gently as he could manage. “It was quite something, this celebration...” He reached a tentative hand and rubbed at the skin below the bite.

Levy exhaled like he’d punched him, tensing back up. “I’m sorry, I—” His throat convulsed violently.

“Hey, no!” Kallen told him, taking his other hand and squeezing. “You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want. There is nothing you got to be sorry for.”

He felt Levy’s fingers twitch, like Levy was struggling not to pull away. He didn’t do it, though, and that meant it was okay for Kallen to hold on. In fact, it wasnecessarybecause when Levy got like this, he was quite capable of convincing himself he was dangerous to Kallen and try to withdraw forhissake. When all Kallen wanted was to comfort him.

“I— I wanted to—” The alpha’s teeth clicked loudly, and he twisted his face away.

Kallen let go of one of his hands to take hold of his neck instead. “Youdidn’t,” he repeated, digging his nails in to get his attention—they’d learned a smidge of pain helped ground Levy when he panicked. “Whatever you wanted to do, you didn’t. That’s what matters, remember?”

“I wanted to bite you,” Levy said, low and rough.

“Okay,” Kallen said at once, which finally got him a look, indignant and even angry, but a look. “It’s okay because youdidn’t,” he said once more.

“Kallen.” Levy shook his head, breaking Kallen’s hold on him and retreating further right to his own side of the bed. This time, Kallen let him go. “I was so close—”

“You think I don’t want you to?” Kallen cut in. Maybe it wasn’t fair of him to bring it up right then, but tough, it was the truth.

“What?” Levy was looking at him alright. Like he thought Kallen had lost his mind.

He shrugged. “A guy can have fantasies, can’t he? I don’twanta chemical bond, but, well, I wonder what it would be like. To know all the time, to feel so close.”

Levy was frowning, clearly thrown. “Are you... Are you serious?”

Kallen nodded. “Yes,” he promised. “I have instincts too, babe, it’s not... Well, it counts, I guess, but it doesn’t count more than what we actuallydo.”

“Only you wouldn’t— You couldn’t do it,” Levy argued, more angry than moody now.

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