Chapter 5 Chapter 5

The Breaking Point

Kendric’s POV

The room was unmistakably drenched in Omega sent. It was a thick, cloying smell of crushed vanilla beans and frozen pine. It was the scent of a dominant Omega in a violent, unmedicated heat, and it hit me like a blindside tackle.

I stood in the doorway, my hand still frozen on the knob. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. Ansel Schmidt,  the Ice Prince. The stuck-up, silver-haired Beta who looked at me like I was something he’d scraped off his skate.

A lie. It was all a goddamn lie.

My first emotion wasn't lust. It was a blinding, white-hot surge of irritation. I felt played. Every time he’d looked at me with disdain, every time he’d mocked my "Alpha aggression," he’d been hiding this. He’d been mocking me while carrying the very biology I was hardwired to protect and dominate.

"Schmidt," I growled.

On the bed, Ansel shifted. He was a mess of tangled sheets and damp skin. His silver hair was plastered to his forehead, and his eyes usually so cold and sharp were glazed with a hazy fever.

"Kendric..." he breathed.

Hearing my name come out of his mouth like a prayer instead of a curse did something dangerous to my heart rate. I should have walked out. I should have slammed the door, left the building, and let him suffer through the consequences of his own deception. A Zillman didn't get played, but my legs wouldn't move toward the door. Maybe it was my Alpha instinct, but something in me  drowned out every lick of common sense I possessed. He looked small. He looked vulnerable. And despite the anger boiling in my gut, the instinct to claim and care for him began to override my spite.

"You’re an idiot," I muttered, stepping further into the room. "To think you were an Omega all along. Do you know how reckless you are right now?"

I walked to the en-suite bathroom, grabbed a towel, and soaked it in cold water. I tried to be noble. I tried to keep my distance. I walked back to the bed and leaned over, intending to just press the towel to his forehead and leave.

The second the cool cloth touched his skin, Ansel arched his back. His hand shot out, gripping my wrist with a strength that surprised me. His skin was scorching, a contrast to how I always assumed he'd feel.

"Stay," he whimpered. "Please. It hurts."

"It’s supposed to hurt when you’re this stupid," I snapped, though my voice lacked its usual bite.

He didn't listen. His fingers curled into the fabric of my hoodie, pulling me down. The sent were aggressive now, a dominant Omega’s command for a mate. It wasn't just an invite; it was a demand. My vision started to tunnel. The "perfect Alpha" facade I’d spent twenty-one years building cracked.

I dropped the towel.

I grabbed his waist, hauling him toward me. My hands sank into his skin, and the contact felt like an electric current. I didn't care about the hockey team. I didn't care about the rivalry. I wanted to punish the lie, and I wanted to finally see the man I hated flinch under my touch.

I stripped off my shirt, the cool air hitting my sweat-slicked skin, before pulling his thin sleep shirt over his head. Ansel didn't fight me. He was reaching for me, his legs tangling with mine, his breath hot against my neck.

"You’re going to regret this in the morning, Ansel," I whispered into his ear, my teeth grazing his lobe. It was the first time, I had called him by his name.

"Shut up," he gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulders. "Just... Just do it."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed him back into the pillows, my body a heavy weight over his. When I kissed him, it wasn't sweet. It tasted like desperation and years of repressed tension. His mouth was hot, his tongue meeting mine with a hunger that matched my own.

I moved down his body, my mouth marking the pale skin of his throat, leaving dark bruises that would be impossible to hide by tomorrow. I wanted everyone to see them. I wanted them to know who had finally cracked the Ice Prince.

His skin was sensitive, every touch drawing a broken moan from his throat. I worked my way down, my hands exploring the lean, toned muscle of his thighs. He was built for speed, for grace, and yet under me, he was shaking like a leaf. I brushed my thumb against his quivering hole and he whimpered.

“I don't think I need to prep you since you're practically leaking down there,” I kissed his belly. I took out a half roll of condom from my back pocket, I wasn't about to take chances not even if I was drowning in his scent.

I put the condom on and slipped right inside him. He let out a half cry, half moan, tears gathering in his eyes. He was tight but damn, he felt perfect.

“Loosen up a bit, will you?” I groaned, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He wasn't in the state to answer me but the moment he loosened a bit, I thrust everything in and he let out a gasp. 

Ansel’s legs locked around my waist as I began to move, pulling me deeper, his head tossing back as he cried out my name.

I kissed him, played with his nipples all while he begged for more. I watched his face, watched the way his sapphire eyes rolled back, and I realized I’d never wanted anything more in my life. To think I'd see someone as expressionless as Ansel react to me like this made me feel satisfied, more than one could imagine.

I flipped him on his stomach and with my hand pressing his neck down, my hip jerked forward, thrusting in and and out. I could see his eyes rolling back into his head slightly. He was so lewd, it made me want to break him even more. The room was filled with a mix of both our pheromones and the sound of my balls slapping against his butt, coupled with his moans.

I lost track of time. The only thing I cared about was the way Ansel looked underneath me—completely undone.

As I felt the pressure build, I gripped his hands, pinning them behind his back and pulling him up into an upright kneeling position. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to see exactly who was doing this to him.

"Look at me, Ansel," I commanded, turning his head to face me as much as it could from this angle. He leaned in for a kiss and I didn't pull away, my hands sliding to his dick. I stroked it while still kissing him and thrusting into him. He let out a cry and begged for me to let his dick go.

“Stop….it feels weird,” he tried to stop me but little did he know that seeing him in this state only aroused me more.

“You mean, you can't get enough of the pleasure I give you,” I corrected him, licking his ear lobe before kissing his neck. I felt his hole tighten around me as his body tensed up.

“I'm cum…I'm cumming, Kendric,” he pleaded and I let go of his dick. He came, spurting cum all over the sheets. He fell forward but I caught him by both hands.

“I haven't cum yet, remember?” I smirked, my hips slamming against his with increasing force.

“Stop…S-stop,” he said through shaky breaths. “I just came.”

Like I cared.

I finally came and let him go. He fell to the bed, panting and looking completely toyed with. I was beginning to like this version of him more.

“Don't tell me you're tired just yet. There are four more condoms to go and I don't plan on stopping till it runs out.”