Page 45 of The Price of Ice

But the only way to do that was to give in, to give them whatever they wanted. If he resisted, they’d take it anyway. And he needed them, he was too far gone to try and get through it on his own, even if by some miracle they decided to leave.

“This hole,” McKinley told him, spreading his fingers inside Kallen until he breathed out a sob. “Is mine, Guin. AndIgive it to the rest of the team. Not you.”

Despite the pain, when he pulled out, Kallen couldn’t hold back a whimper. The emptiness was worse than anything, like the most intense thirst he’d ever experienced, his body going into high alert augmenting the discomfort of the unfulfilled need.

“On your back,” his captain ordered, and Kallen shoved and twisted with what felt like the last of his strength to get himself there. When the Ice Cap got up and kicked off his shoes, eyes heavy and proprietary on his body, he had to clench his eyes shut. Even with need raging through him, his hole soaked and his dick so hard it ached, it was still difficult to bear. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong, McKinley had never been unkind before, so he—

The weight over his middle startled him and a moment later the alpha sat on his chest, taking Kallen’s chin in a firm hold. “Open,” he ordered, willpower scraping against Kallen’s raw nerves. His jaw nearly unhinged of its own accord and McKinleyplaced his thumb inside, rubbing at his tongue roughly until he gagged.

He didn’t mean to pull away, it was just a reflex, and there was nowhere to go. But the alpha still growled at him. “Stay.”

Kallen whimpered around the finger in his mouth, terrified and overwhelmed. He didn’t understand what was happening at all. None of his teammates had ever asked this of him, they’d all gone straight to fucking. In fact, before Levy, it’d been years since—

“You better keep your teeth back,” McKinley told him and that was all the warning he got before the alpha crawled forward and knelt right on top of his face, shoving another finger into his mouth and then, the moment it was wide enough, the head of his cock. Kallen’s instincts probably saved his life then, because at the obvious aggression, he submitted, somehow relaxing into the grip his captain had on his hair. It took him a beat, but he inhaled through his nose as the alpha pushed his member deeper into his mouth. “Suck it,” he was told, and obeying was like falling into an abysm, completely lost but without anything to cling to.

There was no resisting this. So he didn’t, he sucked, or his mouth seemed to anyway. And McKinley fucked his mouth, murmuring about how hot it was like he’d forgotten that all of Kallen’s body was burning up with heat. His scent and pheromones kept Kallen on edge but were nowhere near enough to satisfy the need.

Time seemed to stretch and stop at once, like each breath he managed to snatch as McKinley retreated was a blessing he had to be grateful for, and yet the very same thing that prolonged his agony. He was too far gone to recognise the shift in rhythm that signalled his captain was about to orgasm, so he was startled when the grip on his hair tightened. “Look at me.”

His eyes opened of their own accord just in time to see McKinley’s smile turn glacial. Then the captain’s eyes closed and he was coming, right into Kallen’s well-used throat and holding him so firmly in place all Kallen could do when the sheer amount of seed overtook his ability to swallow was gasp in desperation as he choked on it, hands scrambling for McKinley’s wrists in hopeless terror.

McKinley didn’t even seem to notice. Kallen couldn’t close his eyes with the command still in effect, but his gaze blurred and his body went slack as his mouth kept being roughly used by the man who’d sworn to protect him.

Maybe he’d closed his eyes after that, maybe he’d just passed out.

“NOW YOU CAN USE HIM,” he heard McKinley announce, then the door slamming shut.

Someone was helping him sit up, big hands carefully rubbing at his back. There was a familiar voice too. Kallen couldn’t understand any of the words, he was shivering hard and sweating at the same time, like his body didn’t know which way to go.

“Drink.” The glass against his lips was cool and he did, but he ended up coughing when the cold liquid hit his sore throat. “Shhh...” The hand on his hair was gentle, but his scalp still ached. “It’s okay, we’ll sort you out. You’re burning up.”

And with that, he was led onto his back, eyes closed. His legs were lifted and finally there was the blessed relief of penetration, not too fast, though he was so wet it seemed to slide right in. He sighed, more relief than pleasure, as Johnson started giving it to him fast.

The alpha had even jerked his cock for him, probably in deference to his current state.

Afterwards he’d slept. To his shock, both of them had still being there when heat had woken him up again. Johnson had insisted he drink some rosemary tea for his throat and Kallen had been both too shocked and too tired to argue, so he’d done it despite the slight discomfort.

Alexei had spooned behind him and fucked him slowly until Kallen had spilled a second time into his own hand, and then the alpha had finished inside him and held him close for five blissful minutes. More than anyone ever since Robert.

If he’d been able to speak, Kallen might have begged him to stay when he pulled out and away. But his condition saved him from humiliating himself.

He’d had a rough night and they’d been kind to him, that was all.

Spending the night hadn’t been his plan, but he hadn’t told Levy one way or another and he couldn’t seem to move from under the pile of blankets. So he curled up as small as possible and let go.

It was over, that was all that mattered.

Chapter 18

His skin was still stinging from the shower by the time he got home the next morning. It was pretty early, and he’d half expected Levy to be at practice, so when the door got yanked open in front of him before he could find his key, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Hey,” Levy’s eyes were scanning him unashamedly. “You okay? I mean—” He bit his lip. “I was a bit worried,” he admitted after a moment, glancing off to the side.

Kallen was dazed enough still that his friend recovered first, stepping out of the doorway. “Come in, I’ll put on some coffee, you look like you could use it.”

He hadn’t actually had breakfast. Or water except for the one that he’d drunk straight from the tap when he’d brushed his teeth. It hadn’t crossed his mind at all. The only thing he’d been able to think about had been getting clean. “You got any food?” he asked, following Levy into the kitchen.

His friend looked up from where he was measuring grounds and snorted. “First words to live by,” he said. “Check the fridge, I prepped veg for omelettes.”

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