Page 91 of The Price of Ice

“Alicia?” Taylor asked, and Kallen saw it was the older omega to whom he’d suggested she use lure in the first place. “Could you walk Kami to the toilets and get him a cup of tea? Extra sugar, and a biscuit.”

She nodded and approached the kid, who remained silent as she started talking too low for Kallen to catch.

Taylor sighed and clapped his hands. “I apologise for that, folks. It was rather unexpected to find myself so overcome, and on reflection, I should have done my research before suggesting it.”

“But it was real?” It was the alpha mum. “An omega can do that?” Her dark eyes found Kallen’s, who stiffened but stayed his ground. There was no hierarchy here demanding he pretend submissiveness.

“It was,” Taylor said simply. “Kallen can do it, apparently.” He shot Kallen a half-baffled look.

Kallen shrugged, looking down now. “I’m sure other omegas can, too.”

The scepticism became a sequence of muffled comments among the attendants as soon as he’d spoken.

And then, to make matters worse, it turned out they were right.

AFTER YEARS OF BEINGsexually active, it was a little weird to go back to his right hand. He hadn’t done it while he’d been paralysed, and not just because of the difficulty of getting any privacy. He just hadn’twantedto, even when he’d woken up hard, the sole idea had made him tired and despondent. Like someone had offered him a pale imitation of what he truly wanted.

But things were getting better, and he was only nineteen, so while his heat hadn’t come just like the pills had promised, his libido was back in force. Since for the first time in years he was surrounded by omegas, there wasn’t anyone to inspire him. It didn’t seem to matter, though. Most days, he had a morning shower after training with his dad and took care of it quickly, but today he didn’t want that, and why shouldn’t he indulge? He hadn’t had a real holiday in years, not since he’d started training in earnest.

Since he was still getting paid, that’s precisely what this was, a holiday. And he was more than willing to make it holy with slow lingering strokes up and down his cock, neck thrown back, so the hot water pounded at the tight muscles on the sides of his throat.

He was close, and then he clenched into a thrust and the zing of pleasure up his arse nearly sent him sliding down the wall at his back. He let go of his cock at once, slapping his hand against the tiles and shuddering hard as that left his erection exposed to the unrelenting fall of the shower.

And then, very slowly, he arched his lower half away from the wall and reached behind himself for where he was already growing slick. The tip of his middle finger went in easily andhe instinctively pushed back for more, getting most of it inside where...fuck, he was soempty. He bit at his lip, cursing himself for how long he’d denied himself this. Other than stretching himself before heats, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done this for his own pleasure. As if he’d decided it was something he could only have with someone else,forsomeone else.

Fuck that noise. He pulled his finger out and then went back in with two, sliding as deep as the angle allowed and barely muffling a groan by biting his opposite shoulder. As he curled his fingers, he had to scramble for the ceramic soap dish to keep himself upright. He wanted a third finger so fucking badly. Almost as much as he needed a hand back on his cock. For a moment, he contemplated letting go and hoping for the best.

But he realised he could just wedge himself into the corner of the shower and brace his leg against the tab instead.

He must have looked absolutely ridiculous, twisting around his own body, panting under the hot water streaming on his face and front, eyes closed and face red from exertion and desperation both.

He couldn’t have cared less because he had his hand back on his cock and it wasperfect. His tight grip a counterpoint to his arse squeezing around his fingers, pleasure that bounced back and forth until it was elevated into ecstasy. He was whimpering against his own skin, little shudders growing closer and closer together, and he could have fallen. Or shattered into pieces.

It couldn’t have possibly mattered more than the way his whole self was fizzling, a light show of sheer joy travelling through him as he started spilling, holding himself tightly coiled together as it rushed through him like a tsunami.

The remains of his seed still hadn’t washed away when he clumsily allowed himself to slide down to his knees—head bent, but lips pulled back into a grin.

AT FIRST, HE HADN’Twanted to believe what he’d done had been all that special. But even if he’d wanted to believe that Taylor was exaggerating and that the other omegas—and alphas, really—simply didn’t have experience with lure, it turned out the research pretty much confirmed it.

Omegas could use lure, just like Levy had told him, but of course most of them didn’t get taught about it. Or maybe they did in the most perfunctory of fashions, and while Kallen had picked it up in minutes, it turned out most of his fellow omegas couldn’t pick it up in less than ten guided sessions.

[So weird question,] he texted both Analisa and Brad. [Do you know how to use lure?]

Analisa texted back after a few minutes:

[Noooo

It’s that what you did last meeting?! :(]

[Damn! I always wanted to learn!]

[So you can’t do it?] Kallen checked.

[I can do a bit. DUBIOUS EMOJI The whole get an alpha to look at you in a bar thing. But mostly I just ask nicely ;p]

Ask nicely?Kallen thought. It sounded like she didn’t truly understand what lure felt like, because asking nicely was the equivalent of a glass of water... compared to an oasis.

When Brad responded, he was actually out shopping with his mum, and he was just glancing at their shopping list on his phone. “Um, sorry,” he told her with an apologetic grimace. “Can I meet you by the car? We can get lunch in the coffee shop by the corner?”

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