Chapter 25 #2
“Who the fuck calls at 3 AM?” Hades growled, reaching for the phone. “Ah. It’s Ballus.”
Aaren’s body tightened. He pulled a pillow over his head. “Noooo. Why is he calling?”
“Fuck if I know. Should I decline the call?” Hades paused. Then he did the slowest roll of his hips, pulling out halfway and pushing his cock back in. “Or should you answer it right now?”
“Oh fuck,” Aaren whined. “You’re so kinky.”
“Mmmm. Of course. I want to stake my claim even when he’s right there. Especially when he’s right there.” Hades chuckled, still thrusting. “Do you think you can keep yourself from moaning?”
If anything, this made Aaren wetter.
Hades cursed, his fingers gripping harder around Aaren’s hip. “Who’s the real kinky one, sweetheart? You just grew twice as wet around me.”
“Ugh,” Aaren moaned, embarrassed. “Fine. I’ll answer it.”
The phone stopped ringing. Then it started again.
Aaren took his phone from Hades, staring at the contact name. He felt each thrust more acutely; he felt the stretch and cling of his inner walls around Hades’ cock. With a deep inhale, he answered the call. “H-Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Ballus demanded.
Hades pressed his chest against Aaren’s back, pushing every last inch of his cock into Aaren’s ass. Aaren shuddered, trying desperately not to moan.
“Hello?” Ballus snapped. “Are you there?”
“Wh-What?” Aaren said, but he couldn’t think. Hades was so big inside him, and he was thrusting harder now, his cock so hot and heavy.
Hades pressed his lips to Aaren’s other ear, his breath puffing out in a silent laugh. “Your boyfriend is talking to you, sweetheart,” he said, barely audible.
And he ground his cock against Aaren’s prostate, so all Aaren could do was writhe and wheeze.
“Answer him,” Hades said, sounding pleased.
“I know you’re there,” Ballus growled. “Speak up, you useless piece of trash! Where’s my breakfast?”
Aaren had to fight not to blurt the first words that came to mind. He’s so big inside me. “I—I’m at work right now,” he said, his cock aching between his legs.
“Like hell you’re at work! It’s 3 AM!”
“Th-Things got b-busy,” Aaren said. Hades changed the angle and thrust in; Aaren’s toes curled. “I h-have to get to my other job. The p-private chef one.”
Oh gods, Hades was nibbling on his neck, his fingers sliding around Aaren to stroke down his belly, dangerously close to his cock. His fingertips brushed through Aaren’s wiry hair, wrapping around his base.
Hades was touching his sensitive parts, buried inside him, and Ballus was in his ear, none the wiser.
“I don’t care where you are. Get back here and make me something to eat,” Ballus snapped.
I need to say something, Aaren thought.
Hades’ teeth sank into his shoulder. He hefted Aaren’s hips higher, and suddenly every thrust pounded against Aaren’s prostate, grinding bliss into his body. Aaren cried out.
“What was that?” Ballus said.
“I—” Another thrust, another burst of pleasure. “I b-burned my h-hand,” Aaren panted, sounding so breathless that it was a miracle Ballus hadn’t caught on.
“I don’t fucking care if you burned your hand. Get back here and cook!”
Hades closed his fist around Aaren’s cock. Aaren squirmed, and Hades slid in deeper.
“It’s so hot,” Aaren moaned.
Hades’ chest shook against him, like he was holding back a laugh. He began to fuck Aaren into his fist, and Aaren wheezed.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“My h-hand,” Aaren cried, his voice going high when Hades pinned him down against the bed and slammed his cock home.
Oh fuck, if he kept this up, Aaren was going to come.
“I-I burned it again! Ah,” he cried when Hades struck his sweet spot again.
“Ah!” Thrust. “It’s attacking me!” Thrust. “The pot! Oh g-gods!”
Hades laughed.
“Is there someone with you?” Ballus asked accusingly.
Hades closed his mouth over Aaren’s shoulder and sucked. Aaren thrashed, his cock pulsing.
“It’s t-trying to kill me,” Aaren babbled. It was either that or moan about his alpha’s cock.
“What the hell!” Ballus shouted.
Hades began to fuck him for real, rough strokes that sent sparks of pleasure through Aaren’s entire body.
“It’s so big,” Aaren moaned, precome squirting out of him. “The co—The pot! It’s bigger than you!”
“Oh, burn,” Hades murmured in his ear. “You love big pots so much, sweetheart. Now, be a good omega and take my cock.”
“What are you talking about?” Ballus snarled. “Have you gone insane?”
Hades hefted Aaren’s hips higher. Then he pounded in, his cock grinding against Aaren’s sweet spot so perfectly that Aaren came with a scream.
“You’re fucking useless, you and your pots and pans!” Ballus roared. He ended the call.
Aaren flung his phone away, shoving his hips up. “Breed me.”
Hades cursed, his cock swelling. He thrust ruthlessly into Aaren, hard, hungry strokes that had Aaren writhing and spreading his legs, his hole fluttering around his alpha.
He was still coming when Hades bit his shoulder again.
Then Hades came, his thick length pulsing inside Aaren, filling him with warmth as his knot swelled.
“Mine,” Hades growled, keeping Aaren pinned. “All mine.”
“Yes,” Aaren whimpered, pleasure humming through him when Hades ground his knot against his sweet spot. “Oh gods. I can’t believe we just did that. He—He didn’t even know you were inside me.”
“Even at the end?” Hades laughed, low and satisfied. “You were fucking amazing on the phone.”
“He thought I was yelling about pots and pans. He... He didn’t recognize the sound of me coming.”
Hades paused. “Wow. Seriously? That’s just... Wow.”
He rolled them onto their sides, his knot tugging inside Aaren’s body. Then he kissed Aaren all over and pressed his forehead against Aaren’s nape.
“We’re going to move the timeline up,” Hades said. “Get you scheduled for an evaluation. The sooner we can get him off the contract, the sooner you’ll be free.”