Chapter 3
T his time, of course, his heat was late . At first, he didn't even know what was happening, he'd played the last shift, and he was achy and exhausted, desperate for a shower. But when he tried to walk into the changing room, he found himself blocked by McKinley.
"What?" he asked, taking a step back and blinking up at the captain.
But McKinley wasn't looking at him. "Vandy!" he called out.
Before Kallen knew what was happening their goalie was stumbling out, skateless, but still in under armour. His eyes widened when he saw Kallen. "Oh, fuck!"
"Get him to the heat room," McKinley ordered, pointing with his chin, and Vandy grabbed Kallen's arm to guide him away, making him stumble on his own skates. He had to grit his teeth to keep from snapping at the goalie. Fuck, heat, of course. He'd known it was coming, but in the excitement of the game he'd forgotten all about it.
And if he'd walked into the changing room... If he'd got naked in front of all the alphas there, too heat stupid to realise he was waving a red flag at a herd of bulls...
"Okay, slow down," Vandy was telling him, gentler now and Kallen didn't have the energy to suggest they stop so he could take off his skates. He was shivering, sickly already. The arousal wouldn't take long to hit, and he didn't want to be in public for that. Even in the corridors of their own stadium there would be plenty of alphas to pick up on his scent.
Later he couldn't remember how far they'd made it like that, only that the Groddys had caught up with them and one of them had spat an imprecation and then they were lifting him right off the ground . He struggled a little, startled, but someone told him firmly to be still and he had.
Then he was in the heat room, spread on the bed, three pairs of hands taking care of his skates, his pants, his under armour, and finally his underwear, soaked through by then with his slick.
Someone was nuzzling at his cock and then his legs were bent over, and they were nuzzling at his hole , a tongue licking delicately at the wet skin, stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of his thighs.
He hadn’t stretched himself, he thought only when a couple of fingers spread his twitching hole.
He didn’t care. Finally, he was getting a cock sliding inside, big and burning and then just perfect , exactly what he needed. His whimpers echoed in his ears, needy and too loud, and it didn't matter, he couldn't stop, he just wanted more .
They must have known, because his chin was being tilted upwards and he was being fed another cock, wet already with precome he hardly got a moment to taste before it went deeper into his mouth, and then deeper still until it hit the back of his throat. He arched, choking on it, throat contracting against the hot steel of it, eyes filling with tears, but it was already pulling out, coming back in with a series of short thrusts that allowed him to take breaths in between, and the alpha using his arse was doing the same, giving it to him short and good and Kallen was begging for more, just a little more and he'd get off, he was sure.
He didn't, they came first, practically at once, the cock in his mouth shoved all the way in until his body swallowed around it, accepting his alpha's seed even as his vision went hazy. He ended up sprawled there, panting and shivering as the alpha still in his arse—one of the twins, his brain finally caught on—rubbed his still hard cock against Kallen's swollen prostate, forcing little hitches out of his sore throat for a moment longer before he retreated.
Kallen hadn't come, but having them get off inside him had made his body calm down a little. Enough he actually saw Vandy slap Matt's shoulder to get him to get out of the way so he could take his place between Kallen's spread knees. He was fully conscious when Vandy aligned himself and lifted his hips right into a thrust upwards, making Kallen's whole body come alive like a wire with a rush of electricity.
"Yeah," the goalie said, sounding half-drunk in pleasure. "Like that." He was going deep with each shove, getting the angle just right and it was all Kallen could do to clench his fists on the sheets so he wouldn't reach out for his own cock and finish himself off. Some alphas didn't like it if he came first when they were servicing him, like he cared more about his own pleasure than theirs. But it was just so good; each time Vandy went in as deep as he could, his tight grip on Kallen's hip the only thing keeping him from flying up the bed, his panting gasps right in Kallen's ear. " I'm going to break you," he grunted, and Kallen's hips lifted of their own accord, body opening up even further and the next thrust made him whimper pitifully and he didn't even care.
His thighs were soaked, from Matt's come and his own slick, and probably everyone's sweat too. He was still burning up and if he couldn't come, his heart was going to give out, his lungs would collapse, he'd just combust.
"Come on, finish it," Vandy demanded with another brutal shove and Kallen nearly sobbed with relief, taking his erection in hand and not even managing a good grip before he erupted between them, long and drawn out after the long wait, each of the goalie's thrusts milking his prostate further, each involuntary clench against the thick cock inside him another unstoppable wave of ecstasy. He let his neck fall back, mouth falling open to pant desperately for air as it rushed through him, leaving him shaking from head to toes, too overcome to do anything but lie there for the alpha on top of him.
Vandy sped up, not pulling out completely anymore but rutting inside him, the pressure was way too much on his overwhelmed body and he still had to take it. He bit his lip, eyes clenched shut as the alpha started dragging him back towards arousal before he was ready.
"I..." He swallowed back the pleas he couldn't make voice. His aching cock was filling up again between them and fuck, everyone said goalies were crazy, but what was Vandy doing?
"Come on my cock," the alpha ordered. And it was an order, full of the steel of alpha will.
Kallen's arse clenched, hips tilting upwards, as if trying to obey. But he'd just come, he was probably all empty. He managed to get his legs around the alpha's hips, helping as best he could by shoving himself back onto his cock. If Vandy would just come...
Vandy actually stopped cold, straightening over him and shooting him a dark look. "No," he said, cold and certain.
Kallen stiffened beneath him, whole body going into high alert. Alphas were protectors, of course, but they were also dangerous, they had to be; you couldn't expect someone to be aggressive enough to attack your enemies and not have some claws in them.
Kallen dropped his eyes, instinctively submissive, but Vandy got a hand on his chin and forced him to look up until their eyes met again. "You got two choices, omega," he explained calmly. "You can come on my cock, or you can't come."
And with that warning, he was off again, jabbing his dick right into the tenderest part of Kallen's insides, each push setting his nerves alight once more, merciless and demanding...
His eyes were tearing up, his whole body seizing with overstimulation, and he wanted to come, more than anything. His dick kept twitching against his belly and his hands were clenched painfully hard on the bedding to keep from touching himself, to be good for Vandy. He just didn't know if his body was even capable of coming untouched, it'd never happened before, even when he'd been in the heights of heat, even when he hadn't already come only minutes earlier.
None of that mattered, though, because it was what his alpha wanted and right then he was Vandy's, and he'd either come on his cock or not at all.
He closed his eyes and let go, relaxed into the pleasure and into the pain—it was starting to chafe by now—let it all rush over him. Surrendered. It didn't stop anything, he couldn't stop anything, but it became alright somehow, a haze that left him floaty and half disconnected.
It could have been minutes or hours when a hissed warning brought him back to earth. "Vandy!"
He blinked his eyes open, struggling to focus enough that he couldn't tell which one of the twins was there, but he was pretty sure he was gripping Vandy's shoulder. The part of Kallen's brain that was always on duty to his team pointed out he should get Vandy's attention on him, so the alpha didn't rip whoever's hand off for daring to touch him in this situation. But he couldn't react on time, not even close. Vandy was already turning his head and shoving at Will, growling low and threatening. Matt was there too, catching his twin and keeping him from falling.
" Quit that shit ," they told the alpha on top of him, full of willpower and perfectly coordinated. "You are gonna hurt him."
Kallen shivered at the power in their voices, and Vandy actually stopped moving too. He was still focused on the other alphas, tense and ready to react to the threat, and then, like something was giving, Kallen felt his strong muscles relaxing where they were holding Kallen’s legs. By the time Vandy turned his head to look at him again, the anger was all gone. He was just watching Kallen like he didn't know who he was. And then, to his utter shock, Vandy withdrew from his body altogether, breaking their gaze and letting his legs drop before turning away without a word.
It felt like the bottom dropped out of his stomach, terror and desperation clawing at him. He instinctively tried to sit up and the contact of his heels with the bed sent a shock of pain so intense through him he flinched and fell backwards.
He was still whimpering when he felt hot hands on his sides, turning him until he was face down on the bed, forcing his knees under his body to leave him into the breeding position. If he'd been able, he'd have begged them to stop because every movement was agony and if they actually mounted him now...
"Shush," came a voice next to his ear. "Just need to see if you are torn, we won't touch too much."
The thumbs spreading his cheeks apart weren't much better than all the movement. But they kept their word, going slow while they checked, their voices low in a whispered exchange he couldn't quite follow.
"You are okay," Will told him, and then, when Kallen tensed under his hand on his back, clarified, "Well, you are not bleeding."
They got him in the ensuite shower, held up between their bodies as they washed him. When they used the shower head to clean his arse, he struggled so hard, they barely managed to keep them all from falling.
"Oh, come on, Guin, you've broken bones, this is nothing," one of them chided him. But it wasn't true, and it wasn't the same, he'd broken his arm by accident, this...
That must have been Matt who’d said that, because Kallen recognised Will when he spoke next, "Shut up, man, he's freaked out, not the time for macho bullshit."
He was pretty sure that got him an apology, but as the pain faded, he started losing time, too exhausted to keep going. They manoeuvred him out somehow and later he remembered them drying him up, but mostly the last thing that was clear was when they'd put some ointment in his hole and he'd cried against someone's chest while the alpha held onto both his wrists and his waist to keep him in place.
THE TWINS MUST HAVE been worried because Kallen woke up to Doctor Maslow next to his bed. His chilly blue gaze always made Kallen feel like a bug under the microscope.
For a moment, he froze, simple instinct and then he remembered and instinctively tried to curl up. It was a serious mistake, sending a spike of pain up his spine that had him crying out in surprise.
Fuck fuck fuck.
"Kallen," Doctor Maslow said, low and commanding. He was in his fifties, stout and solid, hair starting to grey but still plentiful. An alpha even though most of the support staff were betas to compensate for the excess of testosterone the players brought to the team dynamics.
“Yeah?” he managed, his voice was rough, as if he’d swallowed the screams that he hadn’t let out the night before.
“The Groddys told me what happened,” the doctor explained. “I’d like to examine you.”
Kallen scrunched his eyes shut, breathing out slowly. The pain was fading, but it didn’t help much with the humiliation. His face was burning up and he wasn’t sure he could move. At least he was naked under the sheets so he wouldn’t need...
“They—” His voice caught, and he had to clear his throat. “They checked, no tears,” he mumbled.
Doctor Maslow hummed. “Let’s just make sure, shall we? I have an ointment with some soothing herbs in it for you.”
Like he was a fucking child who needed bribing. He had to inhale again, slowly and relishing making Maslow wait even— No, because he knew he could only make him wait, not refuse him altogether. But then he had to face the music. “How...?”
“If you can manage to roll onto your side,” the doctor told him, almost gently.
Kallen wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse, though. He did it anyway, sucking in a sharp breath but not crying out again, then felt the alpha’s hand on his leg, guiding his top knee towards his chest to leave his hole exposed. He bit his lip hard to keep from making noise. He didn’t know why making noise felt like losing, but it did. They’d hurt him and he hadn’t been able to stop it, and now he couldn’t stop this either, but he could not show them how much damage they’d done.
“Mmm... irritated,” Maslow declared, and Kallen would have snorted if he’d had the chance before his hole was spread open and all his focus had to go to being quiet. “I need to palpate.”
It was all the warning he got before a cold finger was entering him. He clenched, inevitably, nails digging into his own calf as the doctor kept pushing through the resistance, pausing every so often to circle his finger around.
He didn’t make a sound, but by the time the finger was withdrawn, his eyes were wet, and he was shivering.
“They were right, no tears,” the doctor told him, and Kallen didn’t turn to look at him, tracking him by ear as he moved around the room. “I’m leaving you the ointment, apply it at least twice a day, three would be better if you want to heal quicker. There are painkiller drops if you need them.”
And you shouldn’t , he could hear that loud and clear. Just like the good doctor had made it clear Kallen shouldn’t have needed to get drunk to sleep with multiple alphas during his heats. It was fine for an omega to play hockey, but only if he could prove he was just as strong as any alpha.
No alpha on his team was going to miss the game that night because he’d been fucked raw, of course, he thought bitterly, and got his elbows under him to reach out for the drops.