Page 56 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
He didn’t know how he’d get it, but revenge would be sweet.
CHAPTER NINE
AUSTON
Auston was trying to be good. With every cell in his goddamn body, he was trying to be good.
When he’d come up with the idea of taking things slowly with Chase, it had seemed to be the logical thing to do. He’d had a lot of ground to make up after all the lies, the deception.
Auston would never forget Chase’s face the moment he’d realised Auston wasAunix. The horror—thefear. Auston lay in his bed at night with that image burned right on his ribcage, making it hard to breathe.
Chase had been scared of him. Scared of what Auston was capable of. What he’d already done—the million little cuts he’d razed Chase with carelessly.
Auston had to do better…even though Chase was fucking determined to make it as difficult as possible.
Hearing him say ‘Daddy’ in person was so much better than he’d imagined—good enough that he’d almost broken his resolve.
It’d been a week and a half since they’d began dating, and Auston had honestly imagined a slow courtship. Dates. Fancy dinners. Presents. Kisses. He wasn’t supposed to want to bend Chase over and spank him until he cried.
Not yet, anyway.
But Chase turned out to be fucking persuasive when he wanted to be, somehow convincing Auston to nap together while they were on the road.
Auston had given in because, one, it was fucking hard to say no to that face, okay? And, two, it’d take place in a sterile hotel, not one of their nests, so surely Auston could keep it together for a couple of hours a day.
Auston had agreed to do it in his room, although it didn’t much matter—it wasn’t as if Chase could smell him, and vice versa. But there was still something fulfilling about having Chase spooned into him, back to front, Auston rubbing his nose on his temple as Chase sighed contently.
They had a game later that day, the city of Atlanta bustling outside, but in the hotel room, with the curtain half-drawn, everything was still and quiet and dim. Chase’s body was especially solid amidst the ephemeral quality of everything else, anchoring Auston to the real world even as sleep tried to encroach.
Deep inside, he wished he could smell what Chase was feeling right then. Was he as content as Auston? Did it feel right to him, too, being this close? How they fit together perfectly, two pieces made for each other.
Even knowing the only way he’d be able to scent Chase was to mate him didn’t make the desire lessen. If anything, it made it savage, greedy—and that was something Auston had learnt he was in this past year.
Greedy. Insatiable.
His sister would probably joke that he’d gotten everything he wanted for so long that he’d forgotten how to be told no, but that wasn’t true. Sure, when he put his mind to it, he was relentless, but most of his career involved losing the thing he wanted most. Sure, he had Stanley Cups to his name, but almost every year he had ever played, it had slipped out of his grasp, no matter how hard he pushed.
Out of thirty-one teams, only one made it per season. He knew exactly what it was like to give everything he had and still lose.
This wasn’t that. This was greed—having and still wanting more. It frightened him, exactly how much he coveted Chase, as if the boy could give him a piece, and Auston would only ask for more. Even his whole fanboy schtick made him itch with the desire to sink his teeth in.
He knew it was sick, in a way—how big was his ego, really, that he liked the way Chase looked at him sometimes, as if Auston were the best thing in hockey? It was…problematic, or whatever the kids said these days. He should be wary of the power that gave him over Chase. Should make him want to pull away and reassess.
Instead, it made him want to eat Chase up bit by bit—slowly, so they could both feel it.
Maybe one day, Chase would wake up and realise Auston wasn’t that great. For the moment, though, he liked the feeling of being cherished so grandly. Liked, too, the urge to rip the throat out of anyone who kept him away from Chase, unless it was Chase himself.
He wanted to sink his teeth into him, his claws, make him Auston’s. Let that scent tucked away bloom and be marked.
Mindlessly, he ran his hand up and down Chase’s side, half dreaming already. He slipped under Chase’s shirt, feeling all the smooth skin there, growling deep in his chest.
This is mine.
His palm travelled south, gripping a thick thigh, squeezing Chase’s round ass and then up once more, doing it again and again and again, fingers gripping more tightly each time, kneading Chase’s body as if he were trying to soften it up, mould it into something that could be consumed in one quick bite.
“Daddy.”
The thick gasp cut through the haze. He opened his eyes, a patina of want making everything a blur before he focused.
