Page 90 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Chase’s body was heavy and aching. The thick smell of heat and rut had gone stale, but his and Auston’s scents were still strong, twined together. He opened crusty eyes to see that light was just starting to filter through the windows—he must have slept at least twelve hours—it hadn’t even been dark when he’d passed out.
Auston was behind him, breathing steadily in sleep. Chase was grateful for the moment to himself, letting the reality of their situation settle over him.
They had mated.
Chase had no idea what a healthy bond was supposed to feel like, but theirs felt strong, a hook deep inside his core that stabilised everything. He’d grown a new sense that was only attuned to his Alpha—it wasn’t as if he could read Auston’s mind, but it was another type of warmth, of awareness.
It felt good.
But that didn’t mean that what they had done hadn’t been incredibly rash.
Chase searched within himself for regret, but if there was any, it wasn’t his—his only doubt was how Auston felt about their union. The Alpha would put on a brave face—was maybe happy about it at the moment—but only time would tell if Chase was actually worth keeping.
It was silly not to have doubts. They’d barely dated. They’d never fought, never had to make a big life decision together, had never been apart for a significant amount of time. They hadn’t been tested in the ways life would surely do in the future, and yet…
And yet, nothing had ever felt better than the bond thrumming through Chase.
A rumble went through him suddenly, the arm holding Chase tightening as Auston woke up. Chase turned to face him, burying his nose in the Alpha’s neck and breathing deep.
God, he smelt good. It was him and Auston and, suddenly, Chase realised he would never know his own scent without Auston’s, as if he’d been born to be held right there in these arms, in this place.
“Hey,” Auston croaked, pulling away slightly and blinking at Chase. “How’re you feeling?”
Chase swallowed. His throat felt raw. “Good,” he said truthfully. His body was overworked and sore. He was exhausted and shaky and uncertain. Above all else, though, there was a serenity that kept all the rushing thoughts at bay.
“Yeah?” Auston’s gaze slipped to Chase’s neck. Slowly, his hand came up, thumb tracing the mating mark throbbing there.
Chase closed his eyes, lashes fluttering as sensation burst through him, but Auston didn’t tease any further.
“I…we should have probably talked about this before,” Auston ventured.
Chase didn’t say anything for a moment, just looking at Auston, taking in the tired lines of his face. “Do you regret it?”
Auston let a sharp breath out through his nose. “Baby, I…I can’t regret something I want so much, but…you’re so fucking young. I wish you’d had more time to…I don’t know. To—”
“I wanted it too,” Chase cut in, fierce. “I want this. I wantyou.”
Auston stared at him. Sighed. He tilted forwards, pressing his lips to Chase’s forehead. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Doyou?”
“Yeah, baby. Of course. We just…we don’t even live together. We haven’t figured shit out the way we were supposed to.”
Chase shrugged. “We will. Being mated—it’llhelp. Right? We can scent each other now. We can…we can learn.”
Auston nodded his head, Chase feeling it more than seeing it, they were so close. The Alpha tucked his nose behind Chase’s ear. “Yeah, I can smell you now.”
A shiver went through him, a bruise of doubt. “Do I…do I smell good?”
Auston snorted. “Baby, I’ve literally never smelt anything fucking better than you.”
Chase grinned, wiggling closer. “You smell good too, Daddy.”
Auston chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. Not sure how this all happened, though.”
“I mean, I have to talk to my doctor, but I’m pretty sure my medication failed.”
“Right. But…what does the medication do, exactly?”
