Page 79 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Chase smiled hazily. “Told ya I’d get you back.”
Auston chuckled. “Brat.”
Chase frowned, the floaty feeling dampening. “No.”
Auston brushed Chase’s hair off his face, kissing all over his cheeks. “You’re right. You’re my perfect baby, aren’t you?”
Chase settled, closing his eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbled sleepily.
Auston planted two more kisses on him and moved back, wrapping Chase up in his arms.
Everything was perfect.
Chase slipped into sleep undisturbed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AUSTON
Auston was fully aware he was being a creep as he stared at Chase while the Omega slept. He’d been doing it off and on all night, waking up with a jolt, heart racing, skin sprinkling with anxiety. He’d peer into the dark hotel room wildly, searching for an intruder, but everything was still and quiet.
The previous evening had been…intense. He got the impression Chase thought that kind of stuff was normal for Auston, but he’d never felt so fucking feral in his life. He kept imagining Chase split open by the plug, ready for any Alpha who passed to fuck inside, and it made him burn, brain melting under the heat of his instincts.
They’d never really discussed doing something like that. The way Chase had struggled, the way Auston had kept pushing, sinking his cock and his teeth into Chase like his body was Auston’s property to do as he wanted with…it had been pure impulse.
They should have talked about it beforehand. Auston would have, if he’d known what Chase had been planning—if he’d predicted how it would affect him. But Chase had the excuse of youth and inexperience.
Auston should know better.
Chase had a good time. Despite the lack of scent telling him so, Auston was sure of it. The kid had hit subspace like he’d never seen anybody do, muscles going limp, giving himself over to Auston so beautifully it almost hurt to think about it now.
Subspace and the aftermath of subspace were two very different things, though. Auston felt sick with the dread of Chase waking up and being discombobulated. Of being harmed somehow, of having this memory of Auston taking advantage of him and—
Auston took a breath. He was spiralling. He knew he was spiralling. He just didn’t know how to stop the catastrophic thoughts from spinning in his head like the blades of a goddamn helicopter, slicing through everything as they took flight.
Auston snorted at the visual. That was just dumb as fuck. Jesus, he needed to sleep.
He lay beside Chase again, stuffing his nose in the Omega’s hair and wishing desperately that he could be comforted by a steady scent. Instead, he was pacified by the rhythmic beat of his heart, the way his breaths were deep and even. The kid had slept soundly the whole night—surely that was a good thing, right?
Unless Auston had hurt Chase badly enough that he needed to heal from it somehow, mind shutting down to save him from the pain of remembering.
Auston squeezed Chase closer. Fuck, it wasfine. Chase had been smiling when he fell asleep. He just needed to—
Auston tensed as Chase shifted in his arms. The Omega mumbled something sleepily, and Auston was too slow to catch what it meant even though he should be paying more attention.Maybe it had been important. Maybe Chase had been asking for something vital. Maybe he was dehydrated or sore.
“Daddy?” Chase said, voice swollen with sleep.
“Morning, baby,” Auston whispered. He was surprised at how normal he sounded.
Chase turned and cuddled into his chest. Auston hoped Chase couldn’t hear his heart slamming into his ribs.
Chase smacked his lips a few times and then yawned, jaw cracking. “What time is it?”
Auston peered at his phone. “It’s only seven thirty.” They’d gone to bed early, and team breakfast wasn’t until nine, a light practice due after. They’d nap, eat again, and go into the Tulsa Tornadoes’ arena for the game.
Just another day, if only Auston’s body got the memo and calmed the fuck down.
“Oh, yay.” Chase sighed. He stretched over Auston, groaning at what had to be some aching muscles. “Jesus. I feel amazing.”
