“Thanks,” Hades said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat and squeezed Aaren. “I went on a bit of a rampage after that. Took out some of the street gang, bloodied my hands. But in my rage, I got careless, and I got caught.”
“I’m sorry,” Aaren whispered, wrapping his leg around Hades too, to make it a full-body hug. “I don’t know how else to help.”
“Just by being you.” Hades blew out a deep breath. “I’ve had a while to grieve. It still hurts, but it isn’t quite as sharp now.”
Aaren pressed kisses all over Hades, wherever he could reach. Hades leaned into his kisses.
“So... yeah. Blood on my hands,” Hades said, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “You should keep that in mind before you make any long-term decisions about me. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
Aaren shook his head firmly. “You’ve never hurt me or the people I care about. All the other alphas I’ve tried to be with, they’ve hurt me more than you ever have, or will.”
Hades looked so choked up, suddenly, that Aaren cradled his face and kissed him. Hades returned it ever so gently, for someone who had such a violent past.
“You’re so beautiful,” Hades whispered against Aaren’s lips.
They kissed for a while, until the lump of sadness in Aaren’s chest began to ease. Slowly, Aaren began to grow sleepy again. Hades petted his hair and rubbed his back. Then those familiar fingers slipped between Aaren’s cheeks, barely brushing his hole.
“Too sleepy for this?” Hades murmured.
“Mmm. I’m just gonna lie here and take it, if you don’t mind,” Aaren said, flopping onto his belly and opening his legs. His eyelids were growing heavy. “I may or may not fall asleep. You’re welcome to keep going until you knot inside me.”
“Mmmm. Sure.” Hades kissed Aaren’s shoulder and dragged his fingers up and down Aaren’s crack, squeezing his cheeks one at a time. He played with Aaren’s hole, light touches at first. Then he began to massage it, grinding down with longer strokes until it yielded and took him in. Aaren moaned; Hades got behind himand licked his hole, spreading his cheeks and closing his mouth over it.
“H-Hades,” Aaren whimpered.
“Mine,” Hades growled, his voice vibrating through Aaren’s sensitive parts. He didn’t spend long kissing Aaren there; instead, he covered Aaren with his body and lined up his cock, pushing in with a smooth, deep thrust.
Both of them groaned, Aaren stretching around his alpha. Hades held Aaren down and rolled his hips, feeding him inch after inch of his thick length.
Half-asleep and full of pleasure—this was amazing.
“Such a good omega for me,” Hades murmured, settling into a slow, rocking rhythm that made Aaren’s breath stutter and his cock swell.
Aaren was getting close to the edge in his pleasant hazy sleepiness, when his phone rang.
He flinched at the sound. Hades swore, his cock jerking.
“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.Especiallywhen 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.
