Chapter 17 #2
Aaren tried to wrap his mind around Hades spending this much money on him. For a pair of panties. Then again, Hades had also given him a credit card. So he could spend five hundred dollars a month. On anything he wanted.
It was all a little crazy.
His heart thumping, Aaren picked out a pair of white panties and stretched them across his hips.
This would fit perfectly on him, with a generous lace band going around his body.
Unlike the pair on the mannequin, the lace split down the front of the panties, scalloped edges parting to allow his cock and balls to hang out.
The lace then curved under his body to hug his cheeks, showing off his crack.
“That looks gorgeous,” Hades purred. He caught the open lace crotch and tugged it down, his knuckles brushing Aaren’s bulge. “Is white what you want?”
“White makes me look innocent, right?” Aaren said.
Hades laughed. “You’re equal parts innocent and a hot little minx. Maybe get a pair in dark red, too.”
“Same style?”
“Whatever you want. Do you see another design you like?”
“Um.” Aaren looked over the different panties, his face heating up when he realized just how many of them came with open crotches. “It’s like they exist to make an omega look pretty while they’re being railed.”
“Trust me, you’re plenty pretty even without any help. But I would also love to see you wrapped like a gift. What about this?”
Hades held up a pair of wine-red panties. These looked like a normal pair, closed-crotch and looser at the front to accommodate Aaren’s bulge, with a row of pearls dotting the seam down its center.
Hades began to pop each pearl free from an elastic loop. They were buttons, Aaren realized.
Slowly, the panties began to gape open in the middle, where the pearls were no longer held in place by their buttonholes.
“You can clutch those pearls,” Aaren blurted.
Hades grinned and held the panties against Aaren’s hips. “I think this will look good on you.”
“You just want all my bits hanging out.”
“Of course. I’ll even make space for myself in the back, here.” He freed a few more pearls at the back of the panties, right over where Aaren’s entrance would be. Aaren could almost picture himself wearing that—and Hades holding him down, fitting his cock inside.
A moan escaped his lips. Aaren shoved his hand over his mouth, his ears burning.
Hades’ smile grew. His gaze wandered down Aaren’s body from his head to his toes, pausing at his mouth, his chest, and his hips.
When Aaren examined Hades more closely, he found the thick line pressed against the front of Hades’ pants, growing bigger with each passing moment.
“We can, um, get this too. If—If you want,” Aaren squeaked.
Hades smiled and smoothed the pearl panties over Aaren’s bulge, squeezing him lightly. Aaren gasped. He grew wet, his body aching a little.
“Good omega,” Hades growled. “What else would you like from here?”
“M-maybe I can pick out one more, and you’ll do the same?”
“Sounds great. We’ll head home when we’re done here; I want to paint you wearing one of these, maybe more.”
Aaren grew so wet, he soaked through his panties.
You’d have to hold your pose for a while, Hades had said. Possibly with breaks in between. For me to... unload.
Hades picked out a tiny pair of translucent pink shorts with a discreet zipper going from front to back. Aaren chose a lace jockstrap that would wrap around his cock and balls, leaving his ass completely open.
“Perfect,” Hades purred. “All of these make you so accessible to me.”
“Ready for you,” Aaren breathed.
Hades lowered his voice. “How wet are you right now?”
The fact that Hades was thinking about his hole... It made him grow even wetter. “Very.”
“Mm. Fuck. Are we done here? Would you like more panties?”
Aaren hurriedly shook his head. “I think we should go home.”
Hades stifled his groan. “Good idea.”
He collected the panties they had chosen, sweeping Aaren back to the register.
“Oh, these are sweet!” Tripp bounced in his seat. “You’ll have a great time with them.”
He eyed Hades and Aaren. They must’ve looked completely obvious, because Tripp grinned mischievously.
A warm hand cupped Aaren’s ass and squeezed. He choked on his moan, his gaze flying up to Hades’ face.
“Your smile is totally not innocent,” Aaren said.
Hades continued to smile anyway. “I’m being extremely innocent right now.”
And his fingers nudged between Aaren’s cheeks, sliding over his covered hole.
Aaren choked; he grew wetter. Hades must’ve felt Aaren’s slick through his clothes. Those sea-green eyes darkened, and musk wafted in the air between them.
Tripp rang them up. Aaren wasn’t entirely sure what his friend said. Hades was hustling them out of the store, tucking Aaren back into the car. Then he fitted his large frame into the small space above Aaren, buckling Aaren’s seatbelt for him. There was hardly any room to breathe.
For a moment, it felt as though Hades might pin him right there, and touch him where he needed it most.
“H-Hades,” Aaren begged.
Hades licked his lips. “You need me, don’t you?”
“I need you to pin me down and fuck me open.”
A groan rumbled out of his alpha. And suddenly Hades was out of his space, shutting the door and sliding behind the wheel in a rush of cherrywood and musk. Aaren’s hole throbbed.
“Ready to be painted like a pretty omega, sweetheart?” Hades purred. “Holding yourself open, begging to be bred?”
“At some point, will you chase me down and pin me too?” Aaren croaked.
“Fuck,” Hades hissed. “Do you know how tight you’re making my pants right now?”
Aaren looked. Hades’ cock was outlined against the thin fabric, a spot of wetness at his tip. It jerked as he watched, growing even bigger.
Before Aaren could speak, his body grew hot hot hot, as though a wildfire had consumed him inside.
“I... I think I’m going into heat,” he whispered.