Chapter 13
H is heat was two days late this time around, which might have freaked him out a bit if he hadn’t been utterly focused on winning. He’d managed a goal in every single game in the series, even the one they’d lost, and by game four it felt like if he managed it again, it’d become a thing.
Ironically, he started to feel a little warm during warm-ups. He could have talked to the coach and asked to be excused. But fuck that, he thought, and drowned a bottle of water and another of that awful electrolyte drink, then focused on stretching instead.
First period passed quickly, mostly because he only got about five minutes of play time, but the action on the ice was anything but boring. The Cats were struggling to score. Even though they were playing well, everything seemed to fall apart at the goal. The Vulture's goalie was something else, with eyebrows you could see across the ice that gave him a brooding expression and moving way too fast for his position. He also, Kallen noted thanks to his teammates repeated attempts to score, had a tell.
He contemplated telling Hirst about it when he came to the bench to drink between shifts, but the alternate captain moved out of range too quickly. Kallen wasn't sure how he'd take the insight from a rookie, anyway. But if he could prove it...
And prove it he did, Coach Weller sent him onto the ice with O'Malley and Trey, centring the line in a way that made Kallen burn for victory. It wasn't better or worse, but it was his place , he'd always felt better with two players at his wings. And maybe it was that or maybe it was heat , not a hindrance yet but adding an undeniable sense of urgency to his movements. The moment came upon him like a dream, O'Malley passing him the puck, twisting at just the right angle to target the middle left he'd seen the opposing goalie favouring, and then shooting high instead.
The puck hit the side of the goal, but on the inside, and before he knew it, Kallen found himself overwhelmed with bodies. A sweaty group embrace combined with delighted shouting that left him a little unsteady afterwards, but glowing with pride.
It put them one point ahead, and when the shift ended, he found enough breath to share his discovery with O'Malley, sitting next to him on the bench and vibrating with excitement. The alpha patted him roughly on the back. "Fucking lit observation skills, man!"
"Thanks," Kallen told him, feeling a little high. He was more tired than he should have been, although it was difficult to tell if it was the three previous games catching up with him or his current physiological state. The second goal startled him into looking up at the beginning of the third. He'd lost time, but he couldn't have said how much, and he realised that he couldn't stay until the end. He got up, ignoring the curious looks, and made his way to the changing room. A cold shower was in order if he wanted to make it to postgame.
Not to play, that was out of the question, but just to find out the results before he got a taxi back to their hotel.
WHEN HE'D RETURNED to the bench in street clothes, he'd seen Coach clock him, but other than a nod, no one acknowledged he was acting strangely. It wasn't like the whole team didn't know his heat cycle. He realised he'd not even thought about following protocol and letting someone know his heat was rising. He'd never needed to excuse himself from a game, and he worried about them thinking he wasn't serious if he prioritised himself.
But he'd played even knowing his heat was coming, right up to the point where he'd known he was fading and couldn't have done them any good. It couldn't have been anyone else's decision but his own, and so he'd made it.
So when the time ran out with the score 2-1 in their favour, he stood up and went to grab his bag from where he'd left it ready on the locker room bench.
The taxi driver was a beta like he'd requested on the app, so he could just let his head loll back on the seat and feel his muscles growing looser by the minute. It wasn't too far from being drunk, or post-orgasmic.
"We are here," the woman told him, and he opened his eyes enough to get out of the car. She actually waited for him to enter the hotel before driving away. Betas weren’t sensitive to heat pheromones, but maybe she could tell he was tired. He should give her a good review later.
FOOD HAD HELPED SETTLE him some, like some of his body's attention had been deviated towards digestion. But even so, as soon as he'd washed his hands, he'd dropped his clothes at the foot of the bed and positioned himself to get two fingers into his hole. They went in easy through the slickness he found there.
Damn, it felt so good , although not as good as... Well, a cock. And if he was thinking of a specific one, it was just because it was the last one he'd seen. He tried to focus on the ones he could actually have.
O’Malley was older, which meant he had precedence in the team’s hierarchy. But if Kennington was happy to challenge men a decade his seniors, four years weren’t going to stop him. Benny was technically second in age, but given their little fumbling chat in the plane, Kallen wasn’t counting on him being ready to stand up to anyone.
He texted Management as soon as he finished stretching himself, feeling a little warm but not overwhelmed yet. The timing of the first round was the only one he could control and by God he would. He’d done pretty well, he was growing loose and heady, drunk in the hormones, but he wasn’t too gone yet by the time the alphas knocked. He wanted to get fucked, but he didn’t need it yet.
The courtesy was a good sign, polite given that they had a copy of his keycard. Benny was the one holding it, he noted absently, which was one point in the goalie’s favour.
“Eager, are we?” Kennington asked him, smirking as he approached the bed where Kallen was lying down, eyes raking over his bare form.
Normally, he’d have lowered his gaze and hoped for the best, and maybe it was his last time with Levy on the phone or knowing about lure, because he raised his chin instead. “Depends, you any good?”
Kennington actually growled, and in that moment, O’Malley stepped forward, patting the other alpha on the back and getting between him and Kallen. “ I am ,” he claimed.
And Kallen nearly rolled his eyes at him. He was going to get murdered, was what he was. It came easily from there. “Mmm... Well, it was a pretty pass you gave me,” he acknowledged. “Come here.” He didn’t do it consciously, but he could feel that he was pulling as he did. Had he been doing it all along? he wondered. Except probably he hadn’t because he’d been taught to shut his mouth and hide his feelings.
And he’d have remembered this rush of satisfaction if he had. Like the world was expanding. No, like he was, that calm inside spreading like water, soft and malleable but unstoppable.
O’Malley went to him eagerly and when Kallen reached for him and dragged him into a kiss, he returned it enthusiastically, fucking his mouth like a very unsubtle prelude. Kallen sucked on his tongue, clutching at his shoulders and moaning into it, skin starting to fizzle. Not just satisfaction, but rightness . Like he was meant to do this, to make his desires perfectly clear and have them satisfied.
Oh, but he was going to get fucked good tonight.
When he leaned back, O’Malley kept going, nuzzling at his jaw and biting his ear, but Kallen braced his knees and pushed him back, breaking the contact and offering a smile in apology. “You’re not the only one with something to prove,” he told O’Malley, whose look of desperate lust turned into a smirk he directed very helpfully towards Kennington where he still stood only a few steps away.
Kallen raised an eyebrow at the defenceman. “Are you any good with your mouth, Kennington?” he asked, and let himself fall backwards onto the bed, spreading his legs so his meaning was unmistakeable.
No alpha had put his mouth to his cock before Levy, and even the memory of it had him twitching. But some went wild for the taste and scent of omega slick and had penetrated him with their tongues before they’d done it with their cocks.
He had no idea if Kennington was the type, and really, Kallen would have rather got fucked. But while he burned from it, it felt different this time, like he could stand amidst the flames without being consumed.
If anyone was going to lose control, it would not be him, or at least it would not be him first. And while an omega couldn’t establish dominance, he could do this. Benny had been right about one thing; it’d always been meant to be a service they performed for his sake, not the other way around.
So it only made sense that he guide them, didn’t it?
Kennington hadn’t moved. Kallen didn’t either, instead he sought that quiet oasis inside himself, settling further into it like it was a feather bed.
The other man let out a loud breath and stumbled forward. He fell to his knees at the foot of the bed, all resistance forgotten and took hold of Kallen’s knees, hooking them over his own shoulders to bend him into the appropriate position. Kallen shivered as his cheeks were spread, tugging at his needy hole. Allowing his head to fall back fell dangerously indulgent, but then Kennington’s mouth got to where he was wet, licking up his taint and making him shudder.
He squirmed, cock rubbing against his own belly. “ Inside ,” he tried to demand, but it came out like a whine, too desperate.
It was too late to take it back, the alpha buried his face deeper, fingers tugging Kallen’s hole open and then his tongue was in him, strong and solid and wet, probably with his own slick but it didn’t really matter because it felt... “More—” The word broke in his mouth as his hips arched into the next jab of that clever tongue, and he had to bite his own to keep from screaming as it curled upwards exactly where he wanted it.
After that, he couldn’t speak. His heat rose until he was drowning in lava and everything lost focus except for the feeling of tongue and fingers going into the centre of him, again and again.
In a fit of passion, Kennington bent him so far, Kallen’s cock got trapped between his own thigh and his belly, and just like that he was spilling all over himself. The alpha didn’t pull out as the waves of it began to hit, one after the other, so intense he could have been screaming the place down and he wouldn’t have known it. He almost didn’t care when Kennington jumped to his feet and fitted his cock right where his tongue had been, forcing it past where the muscle was still clenched tight and making him keen with a mix of ecstasy and pain.
He jerked, but he never got to find out if he’d have complained, because the alpha was already coming, so out of control he’d pulled back as he started and now could only rut his twitching cock against Kallen’s buttocks, clumsy with need, smearing him with his seed.
It wasn’t exactly impressive, but he had done well with his mouth and the last thing Kallen wanted was to wound his pride. Opening his eyes was an effort, but he did it, meeting Kennington’s dark green ones. “You weren’t lying,” he said, and it came out a little more sincere than he meant to.
There was a nervous laugh somewhere in the room and they both turned to look at its source.
Benny was already raising both palms as if to claim innocence, but it’d broken the tension of the moment. Kallen groaned and rolled over on the bed, burying his face into the cold sheets by his side. He was making a mess, but he couldn’t care less. He’d pushed himself to his limits and it’d been worth it.
Now he needed some rest.
The hand on his back and the weight by his side announced his overconfidence, and he was bracing himself already when Benny spoke, “You gotta wait for it to rise again, O’Malley.”
“Pardon?” the alpha shot back and Kallen felt the tension grow again. His body was lax and satisfied, a little sore from the hard game and the strenuous if pleasurable activities afterwards. At least Kennington was normal-sized and he hadn’t hurt him. But the last thing he wanted was to have to diffuse another alpha confrontation.
“The heat,” Benny replied, still quite calm. “I know he’s all...” Kallen could feel the weight of their gazes on him. He could also ignore them, for now at least, even just five more minutes of rest would be such a pleasure... “But when his heat rises again, he will need you, so you can’t do it too soon or... Well, I guess I can help him instead.”
Kallen nearly laughed aloud as he caught on. Was Benny playing O’Malley? He groaned and turned his head. “Water?” he rasped out. O’Malley got up at once, and brought a glass over to his lips, helping him sip.
“Does it... Does it take long? For you?” he asked when Kallen turned his head away to indicate he was done.
“Mmmm?”
“For heat to rise again?”
He tried to think, but his mind felt like a train that kept going off its tracks. He shook his head. “Can’t... I don’t know,” he admitted, eyes slipping shut. “Just... so tired.”
O’Malley’s face was frozen in an emotion Kallen couldn’t parse. “Okay, rest up, I’ll be here.”
THE HANDS ON HIS BODY were cold, and he shivered, helplessly arching into them. He needed... He needed more, he clenched, whimpering as he felt the emptiness in himself. God, he’d wanted it for what felt like days , and he still hadn’t got it. And if someone didn’t fuck him, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Even though he’d slept, he was still exhausted, but this was stronger.
Arching into the heavy body that dropped on top of his own was pure instinct, and just like that their limbs were tangling and he was saying words he couldn’t hear, but that made the man on top of him growl and shove his hips harder against him. Kallen squirmed against the miles of bare skin pinning him down, desperate, because the pressure on his cock felt amazing, but it wasn’t what he needed .
“F—Fuck me!” he managed to get out, and that’s all it took for O’Malley to flip him onto his front and lift his hips into a breeding position. Kallen thrust his arse right into the alpha’s crotch and got him swearing and fumbling.
O’Malley was actually considerate enough to shove two fingers in him first and Kallen nearly bit through his own lip as he curled them. He was prepared to beg, and only the lack of air in his lungs saved him from it when O’Malley withdrew his fingers. An unbearable loss he soon made up for with the girth of his cock pushing in, filling Kallen inch by glorious inch. He clutched at the sheets, curled up as his teammate took him by the hips and shoved in hard and deep, getting him right where he needed it most.
He closed his eyes and let it wash through him, each rush of pleasure, each languorous slick thrust all the way into the depths of his being. He was making noise, praises or demands, he couldn’t have said. O’Malley’s fingers were going to leave bruises where they were holding him in place for his cock. That wasn’t good, but he couldn’t have said why.
It felt good, it felt like everything he needed, everything he was . O’Malley froze on top of him, hips hitching and erection rubbing against his prostate until Kallen couldn’t get enough air to make noise anymore. It hurt like clinging to the edge of a cliff, knowing letting go would bring relief but unable to make the leap. And then, like a key turning into a lock, he suddenly had the answer. He braced his left elbow and reached with his right hand, taking his own dick in hand.
It was enough, more than enough; he clutched at himself as the alpha on top of him hammered at him, spilling long and endless, as copious as if he was an alpha himself.
For a moment, they stood suspended in time: his body clutching O’Malley’s cock, the alpha’s arm around his waist, their bodies stuck together with sweat.
He was still shaky, but when he let go of himself to plant his right hand on the bed, the movement made O’Malley wince against his back and pull back. Back and out.
Kallen collapsed on the bed, stretching his legs and groaning, then rolling once to get away from the wet spot.
O’Malley was standing by the foot of the bed, staring at him, cock still half-hard and shining with slick. He’d got naked, Kallen noticed approvingly. He smiled. “Thank you.”
The alpha only looked more stunned. But then again, Kallen didn’t remember ever thanking an alpha for his help with heat before.
“I’m gonna...” O’Malley pointed behind himself and scampered.
Kallen had just enough time to blink at him before Benny came over with a soft blanket and a hesitant smile. “Oh, you are a star.”
THE SMELL OF FOOD WOKE him from the best sleep he’d had all trip. But the moment he raised his head, he became uncomfortably aware he was sticking to the sheets with come and sweat.
“You okay?”
Benny was hovering across the room, having put down his fork.
Kallen glanced down at himself. “Gross, but nothing a shower won’t cure,” he said, unthinking. Then glanced up when he realised who he’d said it to. The other two alphas were gone, unsurprisingly. “I mean... Do you...?” He wanted to kick himself the moment the words were out. What happened to them being there to help him ?
Benny was frowning and still sitting down, definitely not jumping at the chance to come fuck him. “Do you... do you need me?”
“No,” Kallen admitted.
But Benny shot to his feet at once, offering, “I could run you a bath!
He groaned. “Yeah,” he agreed. He had no idea what was happening, but he wasn’t going to say no to a bath right then and there, especially if he got to nod off again while it filled up. Except... “You got something I can eat in bed?”
Benny had got plenty of finger foods, and after polishing off a plate of cheese and fig tarts, Kallen discovered he had enough energy to get up and go to the table for the real food.
He completely forgot to get dressed for it. It was warm in the hotel room, or maybe he was still running a little hot himself. But he noticed when his teammate came back to tell him the bath was ready. “Um, thank you,” he managed, feeling weird all of a sudden. “Do you... I’m fine, you know, you don’t have to stay.”
For a moment, Benny didn’t move. But when Kallen looked up, the alpha was looking at his face. It was strangely intimate given the other options at his disposal. “Did I...? Did I help?”
Kallen gawked. It felt like an alternate universe—one where he had a choice and alphas were at his service. And at least with Kennington and O’Malley he knew how he’d got them there. Still felt like a bloody miracle, but he had an explanation.
He had no idea what the fuck was up with Benny. It’d been strange enough how worried he’d been about his first time with an omega, and now he was apparently quite happy for it not to come to be. Well, he supposed that part made sense, if the initial fear could have been explained at least.
“You were great, Benny,” he said, completely honestly. “Please eat something before you go,” he added, standing up and heading for the bathroom. “Don’t think I’m gonna get out of the bath for a while.”
Benny laughed like he’d made a joke, and Kallen went in and found he’d put essential oils and salts into the bath.
Fuck, maybe he was never getting out, and hell, it was still bizarre, but he wasn’t crazy enough to complain about this alternate universe he’d somehow got dumped into.
It probably wouldn’t last, but he was gonna enjoy every single second of it while it did.