Page 139 of The Price of Ice

It was hard to argue with that, so Kallen burrowed closer for a minute longer. Soon they’d have to go back in, he knew, but for now, he could have this.

He could have this, for now and as long as it lasted, and maybe, just maybe, it would be a lot longer than he’d ever dared to hope for.

Chapter 44

They’d told the realtor they wanted the place right then and there, but even so, there was paperwork to be done and they might have to wait until Levy had a contract if the owners weren’t satisfied with their savings as guarantee that they could afford the place.

So Levy had found a holiday rental flat not too far away where he could crash in the meantime. And that’s where Kallen had driven as soon as he’d felt the first hints of heat stirring.

He’d made plans with Analisa weeks earlier, but instead he was at Levy’s door five hours early, dressed in only a hoodie because he was already running too hot and failing at entering the door code for the second time in a row.

The door opened before he could try again, and Kallen looked up in time to see Levy’s surprise turn into determination. “Come on in,” he said, stepping aside and signalling with his head.

Kallen stumbled inside, and his boyfriend had to catch him by the elbow. “Careful there, darling.” He was led to the sofa and made to sit down, then drink a glass of chilled water. “Do I have time to feed you something?” Levy asked gently.

He pressed the glass to his cheek, sighing at the freshness of it against his burning skin. “I... Maybe?” He reached out with his free hand and Levy took it in his at once. “Oh, that’s... that helps.”

“Okay, good,” Levy decided. “You think you can come with me to the kitchen to heat up the lasagna. Then we’ll take off our shirts and eat it here.”

Food wasn’t a priority for him at the moment, but the idea of skin on skin contact had him shivering with want, so he pulled at Levy’s hand and did his best to follow. Mostly, he felt a little tired, like he had the flu. There was nothing sexual about it yet, so he thought they did have time for food.

SETTLING INTO THE CIRCLEof Levy’s arms was like sinking into a hot bath after a hard workout and he groaned, arching a little. His boyfriend chuckled in his ear. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” he joked. “You want me to feed you?”

Kallen nodded, easy and unselfconscious. It was a very old custom for alphas to feed their omegas and it’d always sounded silly and awkward to him, but parting his lips and chewing at the good food his alpha had gone to the trouble of preparing for him just felt good. Right. Of course Levy would provide for him when he needed it.

Just like Kallen had done it for him when he’d been injured.

There was no weakness in needing or receiving.

He’d got lost in the mechanics of it, growing fuller and more content, rubbing his cheek against Levy’s throat and collarbones when he could manage the coordination to turn his face that far, but mostly just laying in his arms and letting his boyfriend take care of him.

It was shockingly easy after so long being the only one looking after himself. Or thinking so anyway, because Levy had been looking out for him from practically the moment they’d become friendly.

He drank a little water when he was urged to do so, and then Levy got them both to their feet and led Kallen to the bed across the loft space with an arm around his waist, giggling when Kallen’s hair tickled him as he rubbed against his side.

The contact was beyond pleasurable, satisfying something deeper than desire. But even so, it wasn’t a problem when Levy made him lie back on the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. The bedcovers were cool below him and he squirmed, wanting more of it.

“Shhh... I’m coming,” Levy promised.

His socks went first, then his zipper came down and a soft kiss landed on his left hipbone, a flare of heat that made Kallen arch for more.

“You are being so good,” Levy praised.

He lifted his hips as directed and Levy pulled off his boxers too, leaving him completely bare at last.

Kallen groaned in relief.

Levy cursed under his breath, then leaned closer and buried his nose in the crease between Kallen’s thigh and groin. “God, you smell so good.” He wasn’t hard quite yet, but when he clenched at the sensation he realised he was wet. He did it again, whimpering, and Levy’s hands tightened on his hips, his throat clicking audibly.

“Levy...” He wasn’t begging, exactly. He needed something, but he didn’t know what.

“I got you,” his boyfriend said at once, pulling back.

Kallen opened his eyes to track his movements and couldn’t say a word when he saw him drop his own trousers and underwear.

Levy was definitely hard. His cock dark and engorged, standing in stark contrast to the pale untanned skin of his belly. Kallen was leaking all over the bedding already and Levy could probablysmell him.

“Yeah?” Levy’s smile was smug, eyes bright and pleased. Like somehow it was still a surprise that Kallen wanted him.

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