Page 76 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
At the end of the night, Auston would ask to go into his room, and Chase would say,Nope, and shut the door in his surprised face.
Chase couldn’t fucking wait.
Mouth and fingertips tingling, he sent the last picture—the one that showed his hole stuffed full of the plug.
This one he captioned with,I’m still wearing it.
Chase giggled as he sent it, hand cupped over his screen so Sammy couldn’t peek at what he was doing. He’d only had one drink, but his body was floating, brain fizzing.
Auston, in the booth with some of the other guys, did not appear nearly as happy.
Sammy glanced between them. “I don’t want to know.”
“Good, because I’m not telling you,” Chase proclaimed. He stood up, legs jittery. “Gonna go to the bathroom. Save my seat.”
Chase toddled off. It was a Tuesday night, so there was barely anybody but the team at the bar, and he went into the Omega restroom without a problem. It was a one-person bathroom, surprisingly clean, a light, floral scent in the air. He locked the door behind him, doing his business and looking at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands.
He wasglowing.He clenched around the plug and had to hold onto the slippery basin for a moment as pleasure spiked through him.
It was torture for him, too—he couldn’t come without Auston’s permission—but getting the Alpha back was worth it.
He dried off, took a last peek at himself to make sure everything was in place, opened the door and—
“What—” Chase’s shout was cut off as he was shoved just hard enough to make him stumble, door banging closed again. This time, though, there was someone else there with him.
Without even looking, Auston locked the door. His face was feral, eyes so dark it washed out the whites in the dim light of the bathroom.
Chase’s body sparkled into chaos, pulse thrumming in his head, hands shaking in an instant.
Oh, shit.
“Daddy,” Chase tried, but Auston cut him off.
“You know about the light system? Green for go, yellow to slow, red for stop?”
Chase was going to faint. His blood didn’t know where to go—his chest? His legs so he could run? Or maybe between his thighs where he was already getting hard, slick trapped behind the plug.
Chase nodded choppily.
“Tap me three times on my hand if you can’t talk to stop,” Auston said. “Repeat everything.”
Chase struggled to make his throat work. His breath was trapped in his chest, a tight ball letting nothing else out. “Green for go…yellow for slow down. And, um. Red or three taps to stop.”
Auston smiled, but it wasn’t a nice expression. It was the baring of teeth a predator does right before sinking them into prey.
He wanted to run even as he realised—this was what he had wanted without even knowing it.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down without a fight, though.
Chase leapt away as Auston moved towards him suddenly, but there was literally nowhere to go—Auston grabbed him by the sweater, pulled him in, and wrapped his other arm around him like an iron band.
The bitter tang of fear coated the back of his throat as he tried to push the Alpha away. He was a fucking hockey player, not some weak damsel in distress, but Chase had to very quickly accept that Auston’s massive form was on another level, entirely.
“Daddy—” Chase pleaded. Auston didn’t let him finish, spinning him and then walking forwards until Chase’s chest was plastered against the wall.
“Fuck,” Chase whimpered. He pressed his palms flat on the tile, trying to push, but he was caught there like a piece of meat in the jaws of a beast.
“Have fun today, baby?”
