Chapter 3 #2
“You’ve been ready for a while, haven’t you?
” Hades murmured. “You want me here.” He stroked Aaren from base to tip.
“And here.” He pressed his fingertips against Aaren’s hole.
“You want to be held down, spread open. You want your hole teased and licked. You want to be brought to the edge over and over, until you’re shuddering and begging.
Aching to be filled. I’ll give you every inch, grind against that sweet spot so your toes curl.
I’ll make you come, sweetheart. And I’ll make you come again and again; I’ll fuck you into the bed and make you scream, make your spine arch because all you’ll know is my cock inside you, giving you the best damn orgasm of your life. ”
Aaren’s knees almost buckled. He clutched the counter to stay upright, his cock throbbing, his entire body burning with need. “P-Please. Please—”
He didn’t know what he was asking for. All he knew was that he needed Hades to touch him somehow.
Hades rumbled, wrapping his hand around Aaren’s bulge.
He stroked it firmly and cupped Aaren between his cheeks, hefting Aaren’s hips higher as though he weighed nothing.
“Think about it. My cock stretching you here.” He circled Aaren’s hole with his fingers.
“Fucking you loose. I’ll throb when you clench around me; I’m going to have so much come to fill you with.
I’ll fuck you through one orgasm after another, until you know nothing but my cock and knot inside you, owning you. Mine.”
Aaren came so hard that his spine bowed and his ears rang, and all he knew was the warm alpha holding him upright, keeping him on his feet.
“Good boy,” Hades purred in his ear. “You did so well for me.”
That... That had been one of the best orgasms Aaren had received in his life, and this alpha wasn’t even his.
Still reeling, he barely noticed when Hades slipped his hand down the front of his pants. Something warm and solid rubbed against the length of his cock.
Was that... Hades’ wrist?
Was he dragging his scent gland all over Aaren’s cock?
Aaren flushed hot and cold. “Y-You shouldn’t be marking me there!”
“Want me to stop?”
The most damning thing was that Aaren could not bring himself to say yes.
Oh gods, what am I doing?
Hades continued to rub his wrist all over Aaren’s cock. Layering more and more of his scent over that sensitive length. Claiming it as his.
“I-I have a boyfriend,” Aaren stuttered.
“Hmm. And has he ever claimed you here?” Hades dragged his wrist down the side of Aaren’s length, then along its underside.
“No,” Aaren realized. “He never touches me there.”
“Really? The most sensitive part of you?” Even without seeing it, he knew Hades was smiling. “This is mine now.”
Aaren didn’t have to think, to know that his cock no longer belonged to Ballus.
“But why would you... You could have anyone. Any other omega. Why me?” Aaren blurted. Then again, it wasn’t as though Hades was coming back. He had already gotten what he’d come for.
“You need me,” Hades said simply.
Aaren blinked hard. Hades pulled his hand out of Aaren’s pants, but not before giving his cock a light squeeze. Aaren shivered.
“Beautiful,” Hades murmured. “So responsive.”
He licked Aaren’s come off his fingers, rolling its taste in his mouth. With his other hand, he held Aaren against himself, a warm iron band keeping Aaren close.
“Bring me your phone,” Hades said. “I should get going soon.”
Aaren scrunched up his face. Already? Before he could sulk, Hades released him.
“Fine,” Aaren grumbled.
He retrieved it from the couch and unlocked it, handing it to the alpha. Hades tapped his number into a new contact entry.
“Call me if you need any help, no matter how big or small it is,” the alpha said quietly. “Or for any reason at all. If you’re lonely, scared, horny.”
Aaren blushed. “Okay.”
Hades watched him. Feeling a little too self-conscious, Aaren busied himself with packing up the leftovers. All of it went into a large plastic container that would not be missed.
When Aaren handed it over, Hades’ fingers brushed his again.
“I’ll see you around,” Hades said at the door.
“Don’t end up back in prison,” Aaren’s mouth replied without consulting his brain. Then he groaned.
“Ha! I can’t promise that.” Hades squeezed Aaren’s nape and stepped into his boots. For a long while, they stared at each other, not speaking.
What was there to say? I wish I had chosen you instead of Ballus? I wish you could take me away with you?
I barely even know him.
Hades lifted his hand, brushing his thumb just under Aaren’s lower lip. It left behind a trail of tingles.
No alpha had lingered like Hades, as though he were reluctant to say goodbye.
Hades sighed. He brushed his fingers through Aaren’s hair, before stepping out of the house. “Take care of yourself, yeah? Tell me if your alpha threatens you in any way. I’ll be right over.”
“Okay,” Aaren croaked.
He watched Hades stride down the sidewalk until he disappeared around the corner. Then he shut the door and locked it, feeling... lost. Drifting in an ocean, untethered.
Up until two hours ago, Aaren had only seen this kind of thing on TV. He had judged the omegas for it. And now...
He had let an alpha touch him. An alpha who wasn’t his boyfriend.
“I’m a horrible person,” he whispered, drifting back into the kitchen. A hint of cherrywood lingered; he opened the windows and turned on the stove exhaust fan, hoping it was enough to draw away Hades’ scent.
When he looked in the bathroom, he realized that his multi-purpose wet wipes also removed scents. He scrubbed himself down with a few wipes, hoping they were enough to erase Hades’ presence.
He didn’t want to. The cherrywood felt like a gift.
But he didn’t want to get into trouble with Ballus, either.
When he had tucked away all evidence of Hades’ visit, he sat back down on the couch, rewinding Mansion MD so he could start his evening the way he had planned.
Except his thoughts kept drifting back to Hades; Hades’ hands all over him, his breath hot on Aaren’s ear, his fingers sliding over Aaren’s sensitive parts.
His cock had felt big when it brushed against Aaren’s asscheek, back when Hades had bent him over the sink.
Suddenly, it wasn’t enough to sit on the couch by his lonesome. Aaren squirmed and rummaged in the closet where he had hidden his blanket, pulling out his biggest toy. Then he pushed down his pants and crammed the dildo into his still-wet hole, moaning when it filled him with pleasure.
This. This was how Hades would feel inside him. Big and overwhelming, bringing him to the edge almost immediately.
He pretended that it was Hades inside him, working his cock in and out.
Hades holding him and pounding deep. His own arms weren’t quite strong enough; his thrusts weren’t as rough as he imagined Hades’ would be.
Those thick muscles, that strong body? Hades would pin him and fuck him through the bed, and Aaren would beg him for more.
Hades would knot him, and he would pump so much come inside Aaren, maybe something would take.
Aaren screamed into his blanket, coming hard.
When he regained his senses, he cleaned up and crawled into bed. It didn’t smell great.
He fell asleep wishing he was surrounded by the scent of cherrywood.