Chapter 10
SCRAMBLE
For a frozen moment, Aaren could not move.
Oh no. No no no. He’s going to catch Hades in here.
“Sweetheart,” Hades murmured, gripping Aaren’s hips and hauling him to his feet. It was a good thing his knot had gone down; his cock slid out easily with a wet sound, leaving a flood of come dripping down Aaren’s thighs. “Get under the covers, wipe yourself down.”
He stuffed a shirt into Aaren’s hands and went around grabbing clothes off the floor. Before Aaren could react, Hades was spritzing scent suppressant all over Aaren’s naked body, then around the room.
Heavy footsteps thumped through the house. Lights switched off as Ballus made his way further in. Aaren panicked harder.
“Aaren,” Hades hissed, shoving him toward the bed. “Get in.”
Aaren lifted the covers and dove under them, at the same time Hades stepped into the open closet. The closet door slid almost all the way shut, but not quite.
Two seconds later, Ballus stormed into the bedroom. “Why the hell are all the lights on?”
He sounded off though, like maybe his nose was stuffed?
Was that why he hadn’t seen Hades’ shoes at the door?
Under the covers, Aaren dragged the shirt between his legs, trying to scrub off any incriminating fluids without catching Ballus’ attention. “Why are you home so early?”
Ballus opened his mouth to reply, except his gaze dropped to the floor.
For a heart-stopping second, Aaren looked at the floor too. Had Hades left a piece of clothing behind? Then he realized that those were his clothes on the floor, not Hades’.
Aaren breathed a sigh.
“Why the hell are your clothes on the floor?” Ballus asked, kicking at them.
“Um, I wanted to get into bed?”
“Naked?” Despite Ballus’ weariness, lust filled his face.
Crap. If Ballus wanted to see Aaren’s hole now, it would look extremely well-fucked. He might even see Hades’ come inside.
“Why are you home so soon?” Aaren asked again, still panicking. He tried to squeeze Hades’ come onto the shirt. Then he shoved the shirt under his pillow, right before Ballus flung off the covers.
“Feels like I’m coming down with something,” Ballus said, grabbing his own bulge and hefting it. “But I think I will unload before I sleep. You look ready for me.”
“Can we do it in the dark?” Aaren squeaked. “Saves electricity. Also, you won’t have to look at me, ‘cause I’m fat.”
Never, in his whole life, had he used his size to get what he wanted.
Ballus paused. “Yeah, good idea.”
Aaren tried not to do a fist pump.
The lights turned off, throwing the room into near darkness. Aaren thanked every single god and rolled over onto his stomach, facing the window.
This did two things. By keeping his ass away from the faint light coming through the window, Ballus could not see the evidence of Aaren’s tryst with Hades. Except this also lit up Aaren’s face, and Hades would see all of his reactions from the closet.
Oh gods, he thought. Hades is going to watch this.
There was no way Hades wouldn’t watch.
Ballus stripped and climbed onto the bed behind Aaren. Rough fingers prodded between his cheeks. Aaren clenched to make it seem like he was at least a little tight.
“Oh, you’re wet,” Ballus said smugly. “You were touching yourself, weren’t you, you fat-ass slut?”
A low exhale from the closet, almost inaudible.
Don’t get too angry! Aaren tried to project those vibes to Hades.
“Um, yes,” he said out loud. The insult had rolled off his back; he couldn’t bring himself to care what Ballus thought, especially when Ballus’ fingers were pushing in, swirling through the wetness in his body. He’s touching Hades’ come.
Aaren was under no illusion that he had managed to get rid of all of it. Or even most of it. There was at least half of Hades’ load still in there, shot deep inside.
“You’re fucking wet,” Ballus said, preening. “You got so wet for me.”
Aaren had never felt so embarrassed for another person in his life. “Um, yes,” he said unconvincingly. Ballus was already pulling out his fingers and pushing his cock in.
Hades was right. Aaren could barely feel him.
Ballus groaned loudly. “Take it, you bitch.”
“Yes,” Aaren tried to moan, but it sounded fake. “Wow, you feel so good.”
There came a quiet snort from the closet, but Ballus was grunting too loudly to hear it. Aaren glanced over, making sure not to move his head too obviously. He couldn’t see anything through the gap in the closet door, but he tried to look at where he thought Hades’ eyes might be.
This too felt like a secret between them, something intimate they shared.
“This is the wettest you’ve been,” Ballus said.
That’s because you’re thrusting into Hades’ come, Aaren thought, shoving his hands over his mouth so he wouldn’t say it out loud. Was Hades smirking? He probably was; Aaren wasn’t even moaning.
Just to keep up the pretense, Aaren moaned a little. It sounded half-hearted even to his ears.
Another snort from the closet. Ballus was groaning louder now, loud clapping sounds filling the room.
His thrusts jerked Aaren forward; Aaren couldn’t help comparing it to the way Hades had pinned him down and pounded into him.
That had made Aaren moan helplessly. Right now, he was just feeling a whole lot of embarrassment and nothing else.
Hades had ruined him for any other alpha.
Unbidden, Hades’ voice rang out in his mind. If you actually felt good, you would be panting and squirming just like you did on my cock.
At least this didn’t feel bad. It just felt like... nothing.
Aaren felt kind of sorry for Ballus.
Then he thought about Ballus’ cock completely covered in Hades’ come, and that...
That was kind of hot.
It was filthy, thrilling, and just a tiny bit vengeful.
I’m a bad omega, Aaren thought. But Hades is also bad, so maybe we match.
He decided that he’d had enough of Ballus. So he clenched his muscles and pretended to come, moaning louder. In response, Ballus’ thrusts went uneven; he managed to hit Aaren’s prostate.
Aaren gasped. The presence in the closet sharpened.
He didn’t know how he knew, but Hades suddenly felt dangerous, possessive.
Aaren’s throat went dry.
Ballus came with a grunt and pulled out, rolling over. “Don’t wake me up unless you have food ready,” he said. Then he promptly began to snore.
Aaren grabbed his abandoned shirt and sat up, planting his ass on it to let Ballus’ come drain out.
A minute later, the closet door slid open. Hades strode out dressed only in his pants, looking thunderous. Dangerous.
Was he mad at Aaren?
Hades slid his hands under Aaren’s arms and lifted him off the bed, setting him on his feet. He nudged Aaren forward and growled, “Bathroom.”
The more steps Aaren took, the more come trickled out of him.
It wasn’t until the door was locked that Hades turned the lights on. He gripped Aaren’s hips and guided him into the shower. “Hands on the wall. Feet apart.”
“Are you going to frisk me?” Aaren blurted.
Hades took the showerhead off its cradle and turned it on. Still dressed in his pants, he stepped close behind Aaren and pushed two fingers into Aaren’s ass, opening him roughly. Aaren gasped, his body growing hot. Hades aimed the shower spray at his hole.
“I’m making you mine again,” Hades growled softly in his ear.
The spray was a hundred points of steady pressure beating on Aaren’s hole.
Some of it went inside, more when Hades brought the showerhead closer and opened his fingers wider.
Aaren whimpered, clutching at the wall for support.
Thick fluid dripped out of him. Hades swirled his fingers around inside.
Then he pulled them out and turned off the shower, unscrewing the showerhead.
“A deeper rinse this time. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Aaren hadn’t thought the nickname would make him feel so relieved. He had thought... Maybe Hades had lost some respect for him, or maybe he was mad at Aaren. But Hades touched him with the same care as before.
Hades opened him up again, and a thick jet of water shot into Aaren’s hole.
Aaren cried out.
“Shh,” Hades said.
He sent the jet of water into Aaren in short pulses, almost like he was fucking Aaren with it. Before Aaren could say something, Hades pushed the hose’s opening against Aaren’s hole and cranked the faucet handle, so water pounded into him.
Aaren almost came right there; he was shaking so hard. “H-Hades!”
“Mine,” Hades growled. He let the water hammer into Aaren for a bit longer, before turning it off and screwing the showerhead back on. Aaren pressed his forehead against the shower tiles. How had Hades almost made him come with just water? Ballus had not even managed that.
Hades pushed his fingers back into Aaren, three this time, and held him stretched open so the water could drain out.
Aaren shuddered, clenching around Hades’ fingers.
“So sensitive for me,” Hades murmured, stretching Aaren wider. “He didn’t even get you this close with his cock.”
His zipper rasped loudly in the bathroom. Aaren whimpered, growing wet fast. Then a hot arm wrapped around his chest and lifted him off his feet, holding him against the tiled wall at the same time a thick cock pushed in, lighting up all his nerves.
He came with Hades just a few inches inside him, a choked sound falling from his mouth.
“That’s it,” Hades purred, shoving more of his cock inside. “You’re mine. All you need is a bit of my cock, and you’re shooting like a firehose.”
He buried the rest of his cock inside Aaren. Aaren came again, helplessly, shoving his hands over his mouth to hold back his sounds.
“You were made just for me,” Hades murmured in his ear, even as he pulled out and thrust back in.
He held Aaren against the wall and slammed him into another orgasm, then another, until Aaren couldn’t breathe.
He was completely sensitive all over, Hades’ bare chest against his back, the open fly of Hades’ pants pressing against his ass every time he fucked in fully.
“This is where you belong,” Hades added, his breathing ragged. “On my cock.”
He kept thrusting until Aaren screamed into his hands. Then he kept on going until Aaren had cried himself hoarse, his hole completely loose around Hades’ cock. Aaren’s own cock jerked as he came, except he had no more come to release. Finally, Hades came, buried deep.
He was still holding Aaren up, his knot swelling in Aaren’s ass.
Ballus was still in the house, hopefully still passed out on the bed.
“Do you have any problem with this?” Hades growled.
Aaren shook his head. “I thought it was kind of hot when he used your come as lube. Even if he didn’t know it.”
Hades rumbled and rolled his hips, grinding his knot against Aaren’s prostate. Aaren shuddered, choking on his moan.
“Mine.” Hades fucked his knot deeper. “I told you, didn’t I? I’d fuck you twice as hard, make you come twice as much.”
“Fuck,” Aaren whimpered. “You’re even hotter when you get possessive.”
Hades dried them haphazardly with a towel. Then he carried Aaren out into the living room, draped him over the back of the couch, and continued to fuck Aaren with his knot.
Aaren came so hard that he passed out.