Chapter 19
CAUGHT
Behind him, Hades snarled like an animal. His paintbrush clattered. Then heavy footsteps thumped after Aaren, and Aaren tingled all over.
Hades sounded dangerous. He sounded mad. And he sounded like he would punish Aaren very thoroughly with his cock.
Aaren dashed past the doorways into the living room. Hades caught up with him there, grabbing Aaren around the waist and shoving him chest-first against the wall. He lowered his lips to Aaren’s ear, his chest pressed against Aaren’s shoulders.
“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” he growled, his voice going straight to Aaren’s hole.
“I was bored!” Aaren whined. “I don’t want to sit around and wait for your cock! I need to be fucked now!”
Hades growled dangerously. Aaren leaked. With a sudden surge of strength, Hades lifted Aaren off his feet, his blunt tip pushing into the opening of Aaren’s panties. It nudged between his cheeks and pressed against his loose hole.
“Bad omegas don’t get to choose, sweetheart,” Hades said darkly in his ear.
And he forced his cock inside, a hard thrust that lit up all of Aaren’s nerves.
Aaren screamed as he came, a voice inside him whispering, Finally. Hades pinned him against the wall and pounded into him, his cock grinding against all of Aaren’s sensitive spots.
“This—” thrust “—is—” thrust “—your—” thrust “—punishment.” Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Aaren’s eyes rolled back. He came again, writhing as Hades fucked him like a ragdoll, just like how he had done in the back alley.
Aaren couldn’t hold back his orgasm if he tried; Hades gripped him and slammed into him, focused on his own pleasure.
And his cock swelled inside Aaren, his breaths hitching.
With a snarl, Hades came, his cock pulsing against Aaren’s inner walls.
It felt so good. Aaren squeezed around him to try and keep him inside; Hades stayed for a couple more moments, both of them panting. Then he pulled out reluctantly. “Fuck. I want to stay buried inside you. Want to knot you and make you come on my knot.”
“So knot me,” Aaren whined.
“Soon. Let’s get you into another pair of panties. New pose.”
Hades carried Aaren to his office and picked up one of the new panties.
Then he brought Aaren back to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed.
He didn’t wait for Aaren to remove his underwear; Hades hooked his fingers into Aaren’s waistband and slid the come-covered lace down Aaren’s thighs, leaving him completely naked.
“Now, put this on.”
It was the pair with the wide lace band around the hips, and two lacy elastic bands going between the legs. Aaren fumbled with the straps, trying to figure out what went where. “Help.”
Hades helped. He untangled the panties and held the straps apart so Aaren could put his legs into the right holes. Then Hades tugged the panties up, and Aaren felt... exposed.
The lace band wrapped around his hips; not a problem there. But the elastic straps settled into the creases of his thighs, leaving empty air where the gusset should be. And now Aaren’s cock and sac were just... hanging out under Hades’ gaze.
“I feel so naked.” Aaren squirmed.
“You look mouth-watering,” Hades said. He palmed Aaren’s ass and ran his hand down Aaren’s front, lightly stroking between his legs. Aaren shuddered. “Now, I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed. Spread your legs.”
Aaren moaned and obeyed, except he felt so boneless that he sank down onto his elbows. Behind him, Hades groaned. When Aaren peeked over his shoulder, he found his alpha’s rapt attention on him, sliding up and down his body, lingering on his ass.
Hades finally stripped, leaving his stunning, strong body on full display. He swapped out the canvas for a fresh one, getting out his charcoal pencils. Before he settled in to draw, he took a picture of Aaren on his bed.
Aaren whined. “You’re going to fuck me again soon, right?”
“Soon,” Hades promised, his cock a darker red than before, covered in slick and come. He sat on his stool, his hands shaking a little as he sketched.
Aaren bit his lip, his hole aching. He tried to be patient as charcoal scraped across paper. “I need you inside again.”
Hades’ cock jerked, precome shooting out. “I know.”
More drawing sounds. Hades slid his gaze over Aaren’s body appreciatively, going back and forth as though he couldn’t get enough of every detail.
Then his attention dipped between Aaren’s legs, and he spent a long, long time drawing whatever he saw there.
Aaren blushed, his balls squirming and his hole growing wetter.
“I can feel your come inside me,” he blurted, half-thinking about running again. “When I clench my ass, your come oozes out. There’s so much of it.”
“Good,” Hades growled.
He dropped his charcoal pencil faster than Aaren expected, wiping his fingers on a rag. Then he came up behind Aaren and grasped Aaren’s cheeks, spreading them to lick up his crack.
“Fuck. The way you look, all fucked loose because of me, my come leaking out of your hole.” He licked Aaren’s hole and pushed his tongue inside with a groan. Before Aaren could fully enjoy it, Hades was mounting him, sliding his cock into Aaren’s ass and pounding in hard.
Aaren howled, coming violently, his body welcoming his alpha’s cock.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You love my cock so much, don’t you?
All it takes is a few good thrusts. You keep coming when I feed you my cock.
Just like this.” Hades held him down and pounded in, until Aaren thrashed and came again.
Hades’ cock was even bigger now, harder, and it stroked Aaren’s prostate so sweetly that he shook like a leaf.
“H-H-Hades,” Aaren whimpered, raising his ass to beg for his alpha. Hades swore and slammed into him, gripping Aaren’s hips bruisingly tight, his cock burrowing deep as it began to pulse inside him.
Unlike the other times, Hades pulled out quickly, his come still shooting everywhere. “Fuck. My knot is this close to popping.”
Aaren’s thighs trembled. “So knot me,” he begged.
“Soon. Fuck, I c-can’t hold on for much longer.
” Hades returned to his stool, except his thighs were shaking, his hands jerky as he tried to draw.
He was breathing hard, his pupils blown, his skin gleaming with sweat.
And his cock... It looked like it hurt, still shooting come, white streaks dripping down its sides.
Aaren couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had never seen an alpha just sit and keep coming, each jerking motion of his cock so desperate, like it needed to be back inside him.
He wriggled his ass.
Hades hissed, more come spurting out.
“Alpha,” Aaren said, lifting his ass to tempt Hades. “Is my hole gaping yet?”
Hades breathed out harshly, gritting his teeth. “Sweetheart, I can see inside your hole, it’s so fucking loose from my cock.”
Come dripped down Hades’ length, and he trembled again.
“Is there any come inside?” Aaren asked, pushing his ass closer to show Hades the white streaks inside.
Hades snarled. His cock pulsed. Aaren gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from his alpha’s cock, the way it moved with each breath, the way it swayed and tensed and leaked.
On impulse, Aaren lunged for the edge of the bed. Away from Hades.
The stool clattered. Hades leaped at him, strong arms wrapping around his waist. Hades tackled Aaren back onto the bed, his muscled body pressing down on Aaren, his cock sliding wetly between Aaren’s thighs.
“I told you not to move,” Hades snarled.
Nakedly.
Aaren’s heat ramped up, like his body was suddenly paying attention. Every single cell screamed for his alpha. “Are you—Are you gonna punish me?” he asked, trying to breathe.
“You should be punished,” Hades growled.
That was the opening Aaren had been waiting for. He thrashed against Hades, grinding his ass against his alpha as he flailed. “No! You can’t punish me! I’ve been a good omega!”
Hades barked a laugh, holding Aaren down more forcefully so their naked bodies slid together, friction sparking everywhere. “You? You keep running away, sweetheart.” And he sank his teeth into Aaren’s shoulder—not enough to break skin, and not close enough to Aaren’s scent gland for a bonding mark.
What if Hades did bite his scent gland for real? He would leave a permanent mark.
Aaren shuddered. Then he thrashed harder, making sure to rub himself all over Hades. “You can only punish me if you hold me down!”
He began to struggle, trying to get out from under Hades. There was an opening to the side; Aaren pressed his palms against the bed and shoved himself forward, only for Hades to grab him by the hips and yank him back.
Hades pinned Aaren with his full weight, his bare chest against Aaren’s back, his thick thighs pressing down on Aaren’s legs, pinning him open. He growled, “Sweetheart.”
Aaren’s hole throbbed. He raised his ass and rubbed his crack along Hades’ cock, grinning over his shoulder. “You can’t pin me down.”
“Oh yes, I can,” Hades growled, biting him again.
Aaren’s entire body spasmed; slick leaked out of his hole.
Hades licked the shell of Aaren’s ear and took his earlobe into his mouth.
“Bad omegas don’t get to choose,” Hades murmured, sucking lightly.
He wedged his cock between Aaren’s cheeks. “Bad omegas will be punished.”
“H-How?” Aaren whimpered, growing wet.
“You’ll take my cock as deep as I want, as hard as I want,” Hades growled. And he pushed his cock into Aaren, holding him down and pounding it all in.
Aaren howled, so full of alpha cock that he came all over the bed.
“You will take my cock and my knot too,” Hades hissed, gripping Aaren’s hips again so he couldn’t escape. “Every single inch.”