Page 100 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Auston slumped forwards on the couch, staring at his socked feet. “We both play hockey,” he said even though heknewthat wasn’t the kind of ‘in common’ she meant.
“Auston. Jesus Christ…he’s a child!”
“Okay, that’s not true. Shut up, I don’t just mean because he’s legally…available or whatever.”
“Ew.”
“He’s gone through a lot, okay? His mom’s a fucking psycho. I don’t wanna get into it, it’s not my place to tell, but he’s not a child.”
His sister sighed long and hard. “I don’t care how ‘mature’ you say he is—your twenties are for figuring shit out. Having different experiences. Exploring the world. Not being goddamnmated.”
Auston’s jaw hurt from how hard he was grinding his teeth. How the fuck could he argue with that when he’d thought it all himself? He didn’t disagree with the theory behind what she was saying, but… “He wants it, Ariana. And I know you’re gonna say that he doesn’t know what he wants, but if that ever changes—if he doesn’t want this anymore, I’m not gonna trap him here with me.”
His sister made a small, pained noise. “Yeah? And where is that gonna leave you?”
More broken-hearted than he had ever been in his goddamn life. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take. You don’t know him, but I trust him, okay? He’s…he’s special. And I wouldn’t have mated him if it weren’t for his medical condition, but the bond…it’s fucking strong. I didn’t trick him into it.” He’d only told his sister about Chase’s pheromone imbalance—with his permission—and would wait as long as needed for Chase to feel comfortable enough to tell Auston’s parents.
“I know you didn’t. I just…it’s just kind of fucking weird, I’m sorry. He’ssoyoung. But I’m also looking afteryou, you know?”
A childish part of him wanted to fight back—It’s not fucking weird. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But Auston understood what she meant. “Just—please don’t give him a hardtime about it, okay? He doesn’t have a lot of family. Or any, really. So just be nice.”
“Obviously I’m gonna be nice. When haven’t I been nice?”
“Do you want a list?”
The conversation had devolved from there, but she’d kept her promise during the video call with Chase, keeping her tone and questions light.
His parents had been less concerned. There was a twelve-year age gap between them, his mom being nineteen when they’d met. They’d courted for a long time, though, only getting mated after his mom had gotten a job opportunity in America and they’d immigrated from Iran.
Honestly, they were just happy Auston wasn’t going to die alone, which should probably be insulting, but Auston had bigger things to worry about.
Like the fact that he wasfucking matednow. Forever, hopefully. With the love of his life. Who he was also living with now.
Worrywas the wrong word to describe how he felt towards those developments, actually. He was busy, sure, what with the move and all, but it was fucking…amazing.
Chase had opened up in a way Auston didn’t even know he was waiting for. He was more affectionate, more vulnerable, more attentive. It was partly the fact that they could scent each other, partly that they could feel the strength of the bond, but it was also just…security.
Auston wasn’t going anywhere—he hoped he was proving that every day, and it seemed to be settling Chase. Making him go further into his feelings, both in and out of bed.
Auston hadn’t really beenthatkinky in his previous relationships, but he knew enough to be somewhat familiar with the theory of subspace. He’d never seen someone reach it, though, until Chase.
It was fucking beautiful.
The memory of him sitting on his cock for hours, sighing dreamily into Auston’s neck, loopy and hazy and limp in Auston’s eyes—it had been both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Terrifying because Auston had never experienced someone giving themselves over so completely, body and mind. Even if someone asked him to describe it, Auston would never be able to put into words how it felt to have Chase on his lap, small and open, vulnerable to anything the Alpha wanted.
And Auston really could have doneanything. And that was it, wasn’t it? That was the problem with their dynamic. With their age gap. With the fact that Auston had already bitten Chase.
Auston was in a position to do things to Chase that the Omega wouldn’t realise were bad until it was too late.
It was terrifying and, even more than that, exhilarating.
Because Auston had the power to do harm, but he was going to do good instead.
As much as he was capable of, he was going to make sure that when Chase was like that—trusting, malleable, dozing on his chest, on his cock; when Chase gave over control, Auston was going to use it to make Chase feel as if he were flying.
He was going to take care of Chase. To protect him.
