Chapter 17
T his time around, his heat was unlikely to coincide with any games. A not insignificant blessing since he didn’t want to risk it interfering with his streak. But it would be in the arena’s heat room, which was making him apprehensive as fuck. Besides Johnson, it was once again McKinley’s go. Technically, the captain was the most trustworthy player in the team, or at least Management thought so, but if he was their man, it pretty much guaranteed he wasn’t Kallen’s , didn’t it? And if he tried to lure him into slowing down and the Ice Cap didn’t approve... Well, he’d be in trouble. So he’d already decided to let his captain do what he wanted with him and hope he’d leave afterwards so Kallen could...
Fuck, so he could try and use this new lure thing on Johnson of all people. Johnson was nice enough, not the brightest of guys, but he’d seemed genuinely happy to invite Kallen into his home and drive him to the stadium every day before Kallen had bought his own car. And even if Levy was letting him stay at his place at the moment, he officially still lived with Johnson. That wasn’t in his contract, he was sure, but that didn’t mean Management would like it if he said he wanted to move somewhere else, that they wouldn’t get suspicious, or at least look at him as more of a risk if he did.
They couldn’t trade him, but that didn’t mean they had to keep him on the active roster either.
He hadn’t spared a thought to the last guy in his heat rota until Marc Alexei—twenty-eight, defenceman, not the chattiest —showed up first to his hotel room and walked right into him, diving in for a kiss. Kallen gasped into his mouth, clutching at the alpha’s thick arms and before he knew it, he was flat on the bed.
Alexei was heavy on top of him, and shoving his erection against Kallen’s thigh and Kallen was shuddering and melting back as his heat suddenly spiked, alpha pheromones hitting him straight in the hindbrain. He whimpered, tugging at Alexei’s clothes. He needed...
The laugh went off like cymbals in the room, and atop him, Alexei stilled.
“Getting started without us, Alex?” McKinley asked in a tone that would have earned him his nickname all over again in a heartbeat.
The defenceman scrambled off Kallen and turned to face the two other alphas, both older than him and therefore his hierarchical superiors. He looked at the ground like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, leaving Kallen’s naked body completely exposed to their gazes.
Johnson met his eyes and Kallen immediately broke it, curling onto his side, face burning. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he knew that, but the tension in the room was unbearable.
“Sorry, captain,” Alexei was saying. “Got caught up.”
“Mmm... See that it doesn’t happen again.” And with that, he was striding up to the bed, tugging Kallen flat on his back again and bending over to claim his own kiss, so deep Kallen was forced to breathe through his nose. It wasn’t long before McKinley’s hands on his hips guided him to turn and get on all fours, exposing his arse. This was easier, familiar. But his captain didn’t spread him and spear him as usual, instead he lingered, squeezing his arse cheeks with what Kallen guessed was appreciation. When he squirmed at the way it tugged on his wet hole, McKinley laughed. “Oh, you want it, Guin?” He bumped his crotch against Kallen’s arse. “No, you need it , don’t you?”
He tried to speak, but his throat was seizing. It was way too hot in the Heat room, even though he’d set the temperature lower than was normally comfortable. He did need it, and they all knew it. His arms were shaking as McKinley ran his hands up his back, then back down his thighs and buttocks, never getting close to his hole. What was he doing ? Was this a punishment? Kallen hadn’t known who was at the door, and he was in heat, he couldn’t—
“You were gonna give Alexei what’s mine?” McKinley murmured into his ear, suddenly he was wrapped around Kallen’s back. It would have been great, except that he was fully clothed and Kallen desperately needed skin. His scent was telling Kallen’s body that what it needed was coming, but he wasn’t getting it, not even the little relief skin-on-skin contact would have provided.
He shook his head, desperate.
“Greedy,” the alpha said reprovingly. “Maybe you should get nothing.”
Kallen cried out in distress and tried to turn around. He wasn’t sure to what purpose, but McKinley’s hands tightened and his voice grew angrier. “ Stay .”
The intensity of the order felt like a blow to the head, and Kallen’s elbows gave up on him as he collapsed forward, barely managing to keep his nose and mouth from ending up against the bedding.
“It seems to me you have forgotten your place, Guin,” his captain said. He was calm again or appeared so. Of course, he was famous for destroying people on the ice with that same attitude.
If he’d been able to speak, he’d have begged, but while McKinley played with him, heat had kept on rising. He was trembling, and much too disoriented for words, and he’d been told to stay. So all he could do was exactly that as McKinley shoved three fingers into his hole hard. He keened, pleasure mixing with the pain of the sudden penetration. He’d stretched himself, but he’d tightened up again with all the threats, his body wanting to protect him.
But the only way to do that was to give in, to give them whatever they wanted. If he resisted, they’d take it anyway. And he needed them, he was too far gone to try and get through it on his own, even if by some miracle they decided to leave.
“This hole,” McKinley told him, spreading his fingers inside Kallen until he breathed out a sob. “Is mine, Guin. And I give it to the rest of the team. Not you.”
Despite the pain, when he pulled out, Kallen couldn’t hold back a whimper. The emptiness was worse than anything, like the most intense thirst he’d ever experienced, his body going into high alert augmenting the discomfort of the unfulfilled need.
“On your back,” his captain ordered, and Kallen shoved and twisted with what felt like the last of his strength to get himself there. When the Ice Cap got up and kicked off his shoes, eyes heavy and proprietary on his body, he had to clench his eyes shut. Even with need raging through him, his hole soaked and his dick so hard it ached, it was still difficult to bear. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong, McKinley had never been unkind before, so he—
The weight over his middle startled him and a moment later the alpha sat on his chest, taking Kallen’s chin in a firm hold. “Open,” he ordered, willpower scraping against Kallen’s raw nerves. His jaw nearly unhinged of its own accord and McKinley placed his thumb inside, rubbing at his tongue roughly until he gagged.
He didn’t mean to pull away, it was just a reflex, and there was nowhere to go. But the alpha still growled at him. “ Stay .”
Kallen whimpered around the finger in his mouth, terrified and overwhelmed. He didn’t understand what was happening at all. None of his teammates had ever asked this of him, they’d all gone straight to fucking. In fact, before Levy, it’d been years since—
“You better keep your teeth back,” McKinley told him and that was all the warning he got before the alpha crawled forward and knelt right on top of his face, shoving another finger into his mouth and then, the moment it was wide enough, the head of his cock. Kallen’s instincts probably saved his life then, because at the obvious aggression, he submitted, somehow relaxing into the grip his captain had on his hair. It took him a beat, but he inhaled through his nose as the alpha pushed his member deeper into his mouth. “Suck it,” he was told, and obeying was like falling into an abysm, completely lost but without anything to cling to.
There was no resisting this. So he didn’t, he sucked, or his mouth seemed to anyway. And McKinley fucked his mouth, murmuring about how hot it was like he’d forgotten that all of Kallen’s body was burning up with heat. His scent and pheromones kept Kallen on edge but were nowhere near enough to satisfy the need.
Time seemed to stretch and stop at once, like each breath he managed to snatch as McKinley retreated was a blessing he had to be grateful for, and yet the very same thing that prolonged his agony. He was too far gone to recognise the shift in rhythm that signalled his captain was about to orgasm, so he was startled when the grip on his hair tightened. “ Look at me .”
His eyes opened of their own accord just in time to see McKinley’s smile turn glacial. Then the captain’s eyes closed and he was coming, right into Kallen’s well-used throat and holding him so firmly in place all Kallen could do when the sheer amount of seed overtook his ability to swallow was gasp in desperation as he choked on it, hands scrambling for McKinley’s wrists in hopeless terror.
McKinley didn’t even seem to notice. Kallen couldn’t close his eyes with the command still in effect, but his gaze blurred and his body went slack as his mouth kept being roughly used by the man who’d sworn to protect him.
Maybe he’d closed his eyes after that, maybe he’d just passed out.
“NOW YOU CAN USE HIM ,” he heard McKinley announce, then the door slamming shut.
Someone was helping him sit up, big hands carefully rubbing at his back. There was a familiar voice too. Kallen couldn’t understand any of the words, he was shivering hard and sweating at the same time, like his body didn’t know which way to go.
“Drink.” The glass against his lips was cool and he did, but he ended up coughing when the cold liquid hit his sore throat. “Shhh...” The hand on his hair was gentle, but his scalp still ached. “It’s okay, we’ll sort you out. You’re burning up.”
And with that, he was led onto his back, eyes closed. His legs were lifted and finally there was the blessed relief of penetration, not too fast, though he was so wet it seemed to slide right in. He sighed, more relief than pleasure, as Johnson started giving it to him fast.
The alpha had even jerked his cock for him, probably in deference to his current state.
Afterwards he’d slept. To his shock, both of them had still being there when heat had woken him up again. Johnson had insisted he drink some rosemary tea for his throat and Kallen had been both too shocked and too tired to argue, so he’d done it despite the slight discomfort.
Alexei had spooned behind him and fucked him slowly until Kallen had spilled a second time into his own hand, and then the alpha had finished inside him and held him close for five blissful minutes. More than anyone ever since Robert.
If he’d been able to speak, Kallen might have begged him to stay when he pulled out and away. But his condition saved him from humiliating himself.
He’d had a rough night and they’d been kind to him, that was all.
Spending the night hadn’t been his plan, but he hadn’t told Levy one way or another and he couldn’t seem to move from under the pile of blankets. So he curled up as small as possible and let go.
It was over, that was all that mattered.