Page 75 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Auston snorted loudly, hands behind his head, biceps bulging. They locked gazes, Auston’s eyes filled with amusement.
“I fucking hate you,” Chase proclaimed as he slipped under the sheets.
Auston hummed noncommittally, pulling Chase in.
Chase didn’t even have the self-respect to push him away. His skin was on fire, dick half-hard, ass still stinging lightly. God, he’d never been so desperate to come.
“I’m gonna get you back,” Chase muttered into Auston’s bare chest.
“Sure, baby,” Auston replied.
The nonchalance just made him angrier. “Iam. You just wait.”
Auston’s laugh rumbled through him, the absolute jerk.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHASE
Chase didn’tlovebeing on the road—the travel, the generic hotel rooms, the distance from his nest—but it had its good bits too.
There was nothing that bonded a team better than spending endless hours on the plane, and none of the mated guys had to go to their partners and kids at the end of the day, so it was when everybody tended to go out together the most.
Noah had chosen the restaurant, some boring steak place, because all his teammates ever wanted to eat was either meat or sushi, but Chase wasn’t complaining. He had other things on his mind.
Things likerevenge.
He’d spent part of the day in Auston’s hotel room, but he’d gone to his own to shower and change, giddy as he prepared everything. If Auston really thought he could just tease Chase and not get a taste of his own medicine, he was sorely fucking mistaken.
He was grinning as he made it to the restaurant, having taken a rideshare with Noah, Sammy, and Belly. Auston was already there, and his eyes immediately narrowed at whatever expression was on Chase’s face, but he just smiled back, giving the group a cheery wave as he took a seat at the large round table, choosing one a few places from Auston, where the Alpha wouldn’t be able to reach him.
This was definitely one of the times he was glad no one could smell him—he was sure his scent would be giving him away in an instant, heart galloping in his chest, fingers restlessly tugging at the napkin on his lap. He took his phone out to fiddle with it instead, surreptitiously opening his camera roll and making sure the pictures he had taken at the hotel hadn’t magically disappeared.
Yep, they were all there. Chase glanced around, making sure he wasn’t being spied upon, and then scrolled through them, smirk growing on his face.
This was going to befun.
He waited until everybody had ordered and they were all stuck in conversation to send the first one.
Under his clothes, Chase was wearing one of his favourite lingerie sets—a cream colour that was practically bridal. The lace was exquisitely delicate, thin and almost soft to the touch, the filigree classy, not overpowering the simple forms of the belt and corset. The stockings were a shimmery sort of clear, panties laced at the sides so they could be taken off without disturbing the rest of the set.
Before putting his jeans and sweater on, Chase had taken a series of escalating pictures—him, the lingerie set and, eventually, one of the biggest plugs he owned. He’d stuffed it at the very bottom of his suitcase, half-worried the bag would burst and it’d go tumbling out for everybody to see.
Luckily, that hadn’t happened. He’d been able to keep the secret under wraps until he could reveal it to the Alpha that was currently taking out his phone and frowning at the text Chase had just sent him—Chase on his back, neck bared, picture capturing the column of his throat, the shape of his lips, and the top of his corset.
He’d captioned it simply with,Daddy.
Chase bit his lip in order not to laugh at the way Auston started, tucking the phone closer to him so that nobody else could see. His eyes were darker than usual when he suddenly raised them, gaze clashing with Chase’s, a zip of electricity going through the Omega from top to bottom.
Chase smiled innocently and then turned to join Sammy’s conversation. He couldfeelAuston’s stare, a hot touch, but he refused to give in to the temptation to pay him any more attention.
It was all part of the revenge plot.
Chase kept sending him pictures throughout dinner—photos of the length of Chase on his back, of his hand slipping under his panties, of Chase on his front, ass in the air, practically begging for it.
Even when dinner finished and they moved to a bar, he kept Sammy near, rebuffing Auston’s attempts to talk to him. Auston, hilariously, backed away the instant Sammy frowned at him, obviously not wanting to incur the Omega’s wrath.
Every time Chase sent a text, he’d drink up Auston’s reaction, the way his face went tight as he tried not to emote. The way his fingers twitched, eyes turning deep and molten.
