Page 5 of The Price of Ice

"I'm a growing boy," Kallen pointed out, but he was already losing control of his grin and soon they were laughing together.

"You are adick," Levy told him, smiling, but he mustn't have held it against Kallen because he gave him two extra fajitas.

HIS NEXT HEAT WAS COMINGup fast, but his stomach still tightened when he saw the roster on his phone. Management liked to sort it out in advance, he could hardly blame them for that, even if Kallen did his best not to be aware of his cycles. This time they'd be playing a stretch of home games, so they'd do it in the heat room in their own stadium. It meant that afterwards, Kallen could just go home, and he tried to focus on that and not on how restless the room made him feel before his heat got intense enough and he stopped caring about it.

Not every heat with the team had been great so far, but he knew that was normal. Growing pains, doctor Maslow had called it when he’d asked Kallen to report on his experiences. Even so,there were a couple pretty shitty ones that had happened in that very room, so Kallen allowed himself a sigh at the realisation he’d be in it again soon.

He vacillated but then forced himself to open the message. The alphas involved would know, and if it was Yrovsky... It wasn't, which hadn't been out of the realm of possibility, the defenceman had been working hard since the incident in the locker room where McKinley had dared him to do better if he wanted Kallen. Not good enough, apparently, and he could be grateful for that small mercy. The rest weren't all that surprising. Vandy had stopped a goal with his shoulder two games ago, jumping half a foot in the air to manage it and the last time Kallen had seen him in the locker room he'd still had a dark bruise all over the area. The Groddy twins were their first-line defencemen and while they hadn't done anything particularly special that he recalled, they weresolid, keeping their goal area safe with hard constant work. Last time, they'd also helped Kallen together, so maybe it was a thing with them. Kallen couldn't imagine having sex in front of either of his brothers, but the twins were oddly close, almost telepathic on the ice and often together off it too.

It wasn't a bad triad. All defence, which meant they were all large men, sure, but none of them had been rough before.

It would be fine.

He dropped his phone on the sofa, standing up. He didn't have time to waste speculating about his next heat, he had some conditioning to do and then he wanted to go for a walk in a nearby park to clear his head so he'd be well-rested for the game the next day.

Chapter 3

This time, of course, his heat waslate. At first, he didn't even know what was happening, he'd played the last shift, and he was achy and exhausted, desperate for a shower. But when he tried to walk into the changing room, he found himself blocked by McKinley.

"What?" he asked, taking a step back and blinking up at the captain.

But McKinley wasn't looking at him. "Vandy!" he called out.

Before Kallen knew what was happening their goalie was stumbling out, skateless, but still in under armour. His eyes widened when he saw Kallen. "Oh, fuck!"

"Get him to the heat room," McKinley ordered, pointing with his chin, and Vandy grabbed Kallen's arm to guide him away, making him stumble on his own skates. He had to grit his teeth to keep from snapping at the goalie. Fuck, heat, of course. He'd known it was coming, but in the excitement of the game he'd forgotten all about it.

And if he'd walked into the changing room... If he'd gotnakedin front of all the alphas there, too heat stupid to realise he was waving a red flag at a herd of bulls...

"Okay, slow down," Vandy was telling him, gentler now and Kallen didn't have the energy to suggest they stop so he could take off his skates. He was shivering, sickly already. The arousal wouldn't take long to hit, and he didn't want to be in public for that. Even in the corridors of their own stadium there would be plenty of alphas to pick up on his scent.

Later he couldn't remember how far they'd made it like that, only that the Groddys had caught up with them and one of them had spat an imprecation and thenthey were lifting him right off the ground. He struggled a little, startled, but someone told him firmly to be still and he had.

Then he was in the heat room, spread on the bed, three pairs of hands taking care of his skates, his pants, his under armour, and finally his underwear, soaked through by then with his slick.

Someone was nuzzling at his cock and then his legs were bent over, and they were nuzzling at hishole, a tongue licking delicately at the wet skin, stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of his thighs.

He hadn’t stretched himself, he thought only when a couple of fingers spread his twitching hole.

He didn’t care.Finally,he was getting a cock sliding inside, big and burning and then justperfect, exactly what he needed. His whimpers echoed in his ears, needy and too loud, and it didn't matter, he couldn't stop, he just wantedmore.

They must have known, because his chin was being tilted upwards and he was being fed another cock, wet already with precome he hardly got a moment to taste before it went deeper into his mouth, and then deeper still until it hit the back of his throat. He arched, choking on it, throat contracting against the hot steel of it, eyes filling with tears, but it was already pulling out, coming back in with a series of short thrusts that allowed him to take breaths in between, and the alpha using his arse was doing the same, giving it to him short and good and Kallen was begging for more, just a little more and he'd get off, he was sure.

He didn't, they came first, practically at once, the cock in his mouth shoved all the way in until his body swallowed around it, accepting his alpha's seed even as his vision went hazy. He ended up sprawled there, panting and shivering as the alpha still in his arse—one of the twins, his brain finally caught on—rubbedhis still hard cock against Kallen's swollen prostate, forcing little hitches out of his sore throat for a moment longer before he retreated.

Kallen hadn't come, but having them get off inside him had made his body calm down a little. Enough he actually saw Vandy slap Matt's shoulder to get him to get out of the way so he could take his place between Kallen's spread knees. He was fully conscious when Vandy aligned himself and lifted his hips right into a thrust upwards, making Kallen's whole body come alive like a wire with a rush of electricity.

"Yeah," the goalie said, sounding half-drunk in pleasure. "Like that." He was going deep with each shove, getting the angle just right and it was all Kallen could do to clench his fists on the sheets so he wouldn't reach out for his own cock and finish himself off. Some alphas didn't like it if he came first when they were servicing him, like he cared more about his own pleasure than theirs. But it was just so good; each time Vandy went in as deep as he could, his tight grip on Kallen's hip the only thing keeping him from flying up the bed, his panting gasps right in Kallen's ear. " I'm going to break you," he grunted, and Kallen's hips lifted of their own accord, body opening up even further and the next thrust made him whimper pitifully and he didn't even care.

His thighs were soaked, from Matt's come and his own slick, and probably everyone's sweat too. He was still burning up and if he couldn't come, his heart was going to give out, his lungs would collapse, he'd just combust.

"Come on, finish it," Vandy demanded with another brutal shove and Kallen nearly sobbed with relief, taking his erection in hand and not even managing a good grip before he erupted between them, long and drawn out after the long wait, each of the goalie's thrusts milking his prostate further, each involuntary clench against the thick cock inside him anotherunstoppable wave of ecstasy. He let his neck fall back, mouth falling open to pant desperately for air as it rushed through him, leaving him shaking from head to toes, too overcome to do anything but lie there for the alpha on top of him.

Vandy sped up, not pulling out completely anymore but rutting inside him, the pressure was way too much on his overwhelmed body and he still had to take it. He bit his lip, eyes clenched shut as the alpha started dragging him back towards arousal before he was ready.

"I..." He swallowed back the pleas he couldn't make voice. His aching cock was filling up again between them and fuck, everyone said goalies were crazy, but what was Vandy doing?

"Come on my cock," the alpha ordered. And it was an order, full of the steel of alpha will.

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