Chapter 9 #2
Then it grew to its full size, a round, solid weight shoving against Aaren’s prostate. Aaren wheezed, clawing at the bed.
“Do you feel it, sweetheart? Feel my knot?” Hades rolled his hips again. His knot pressed harder against that sweet spot.
Aaren came, his vision whiting out.
“Good omega,” Hades growled, his eyes dark.
“Look how perfectly you stretch around me.” He trailed his thumb over Aaren’s rim, grinding his knot against that same spot.
Aaren came again, his eyes rolling back.
Each time Hades ground into him, more pleasure seared through Aaren’s body, burning out all his thoughts.
Hades kept fucking in, over and over until it all felt like a single continuous orgasm, Aaren’s mouth hanging open as he gasped for breath.
“Mine,” Hades growled, dragging his wrist over Aaren’s chest and belly, then all over his cock and balls too. He left his scent on Aaren’s arms and legs, on his toes and the soles of his feet. That whole time, he kept grinding his knot against Aaren’s prostate, keeping him delirious with pleasure.
“I love your knot,” Aaren gasped when Hades finally gave him a break. “Love your cock too. Don’t wanna go without.”
Hades huffed. “I promise that you’ll be stuffed with them as often as I can.”
Aaren made a happy sound, wriggling bonelessly. Hades grinned.
Eventually, Hades stopped grinding in, rolling onto his back so Aaren could sprawl on his chest, their bodies locked together.
“Such a gorgeous omega,” Hades growled, brushing Aaren’s sweaty hair out of his face. “You looked so perfect taking my cock, screaming as you came on it again and again. I’ve never seen a better sight.”
Aaren blushed, hiding his face against Hades’ shoulder. “No one else has said that to me so sincerely.”
“Well, they’ve all lost their chances. You’re mine now.”
A warm, hopeful feeling bloomed in Aaren’s stomach. “I’ve never met an alpha better than you.”
Hades’ smile grew.
It dawned on Aaren then that they were lying on Ballus’ bed. Hades had fucked and knotted Aaren on his boyfriend’s bed. And Ballus had no idea.
“You look horrified.” Hades raised an eyebrow.
“We just did something really bad,” Aaren whispered.
“Just this? What about the kitchen and the car?”
“Well, those are bad too, but... this is his bed.” Aaren wriggled, feeling a smidge guilty.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” Hades murmured, cupping Aaren’s nape to pull him closer. “How many times did you come in the kitchen and the car?”
Aaren blushed. “Just once in the kitchen, but... I stopped counting in the car; it was so good.”
“And how many times did you come tonight?”
“I couldn’t count that either,” Aaren admitted. “But it was more than what Ballus has given me in six months. Most days, I have to reach down and give myself an orgasm.”
Hades curled his lip, looking disgusted. “Son of an asshole. And you feel guilty in his bed, when I’ve worked harder than him to make you come nonstop?”
He was right. Ballus hadn’t put the slightest effort into making Aaren feel safe or loved. Aaren had been having his doubts, but the fact that Hades felt the same... It helped.
“I feel slightly guilty,” Aaren admitted. “But I think the guilt might make me come harder.”
At that, Hades’ smile turned predatory. “Such a naughty omega. Taking the big alpha cock you weren’t supposed to. And you loved every second of it, spreading your legs and begging for more.”
Aaren’s face burned; his insides clenched. Hades hissed. He stroked his thumb down Aaren’s softened cock so it stirred, responding to his touch.
“And now you know what you’ve been missing,” Hades purred, sliding his hand down Aaren’s back. “Ballus should be honored that you’re coming so many times in his bed.”
“If my entire body wasn’t jelly right now, I would do it again.”
Hades grinned. “You’ll be squirming on my cock every night from now on, sweetheart.”
Aaren shuddered. “That sounds so good.”
“Mm. You clenched again. You definitely like that.”
Aaren hid his face in Hades’ chest, just enjoying the way Hades drew circles on his hip.
“Have you thought about us?” Hades asked after a stretch of comfortable silence. “The kinky things we could do?”
“Like what?”
Hades pressed his lips to Aaren’s ear. “What if I fuck you while he’s sleeping in the same bed?”
Aaren spluttered. “In the same bed?!”
And now Hades was wearing a shark’s smile. “That would be the ultimate Fuck You, wouldn’t it?”
“But what if he wakes up?”
The alpha barked a laugh. “I notice that you’re not turned off by this. All you’re worried about is being caught.”
The heat on Aaren’s cheeks intensified. “I, um.”
“Be honest, sweetheart. You want payback, don’t you? You want him to suffer like you have been.”
“You can’t know that,” Aaren mumbled. But deep down, he knew Hades was right. Too often, asshole alphas never got the payback they deserved. They always claimed that they hadn’t done anything wrong, or that their actions were justified, and people would believe them.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Hades’ lips. He looked into Aaren’s eyes, leaning in so their mouths were a hairsbreadth apart. “You, Aaren Miller, have a drop of darkness in your heart. It sings to me.”
“I’m pure!” Aaren protested. “I’m as pure as the driven snow!”
Hades laughed and cupped Aaren’s ass with both hands. “By ‘snow’, do you mean your ass? These cheeks are very soft and very... pure.” He squeezed them. “But I have also taken the liberty to plow this snow. It parted easily for me.”
“Oh gods,” Aaren whispered, amazed and turned on. “That was a pickup line.”
Hades’ eyebrows rose. “It was?”
Aaren nodded eagerly. Then he remembered his pickup lines, and looked around in case they were within reach.
They weren’t.
He sagged in disappointment. “They’re just like Emmy’s lines. I wanted to read a pickup line to you! But mine are in my jeans pocket.”
“Why don’t we get them?” Hades said, sitting up with Aaren.
With his hands bracing Aaren’s ass, he rolled off the bed and onto his feet, carrying Aaren across the room.
His knot jostled Aaren’s insides with every step.
Then Hades crouched next to Aaren’s clothes, and his knot ground so hard against Aaren’s sweet spot that Aaren cried out and came.
“Mmm. Which pocket?” Hades rummaged through Aaren’s pants. “Here.”
Aaren unfolded the order sheet when he’d recovered, reading the first line.
“‘You are my puffy-cake sunshine. When your asscheeks clap together, mine clap too. This means our cheeks are talking through an ass-soul bond. To make our mating official, we should do an ass-clap dance so our butts can proclaim their love for each other.’”
Hades blinked and stared. He wet his lips. “That’s... certainly a unique pickup line.”
Aaren nodded eagerly. “Did it make you want to date me more?”
Hades laughed. “I already want to date you a lot, sweetheart. The pickup lines will make everything more... interesting. I’m not opposed to hearing another.”
Aaren beamed, his heart swelling.
He was about to read another line when a car door slammed.
It sounded close, too close. Like it had come from right outside the house. Under him, Hades stiffened. “Do you think...?”
The front door lock clicked, too loud in the silence.
“Oh crap,” Aaren whispered, his pulse ramping up. “He’s home.”