Aaren reached into Hades’ sweatpants with a happy sound, closing his hand around that hot, silky length. Hades jerked and swore. When Aaren pulled it out, he found Hades’ tip glistening, completely soaked in precome. His mouth watered. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around it, licking off that salty wetness. “Mmm!”
Hades’ breath rushed out. “Fuck!”
He pushed Aaren’s head down, shoving his cock deeper into Aaren’s mouth. Aaren would’ve taken him all the way to the back of his throat, except Hades gripped his hair and pulled him off. But not before he shot precome all over Aaren’s tongue.
“Your fucking mouth,” Hades hissed, groaning low in his throat. “That’s all you’re getting. I don’t want to get in trouble with your boss by keeping you out for too long.”
Aaren laughed quietly. “Are you scared of Olson? He yelled at you!”
“I prefer to keep the peace with my Brothers’ mates,” Hades said dryly. He grabbed a pack of wet wipes and began to clean Aaren’s face. “Here, take some and help clean up. I don’t want you to be late.”
Aaren wiped himself down as best as he could, with Hades helping. Then, because Hades’ cock was still jutting out of his pants, Aaren wrapped a slick-covered wet wipe around it, dragging it up and down.
“Fuck!” Hades caught Aaren’s wrist, his cock jerking. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Cleaning you up,” Aaren said innocently. “The wipe was drying out so I got it wet with my slick.”
Hades snarled, lunging forward. Aaren had a split second to worry, before their mouths crashed together and Hades pushed his tongue in. “You drive me to distraction,” the alpha growled. “I want to pin you down in my bed and make you scream. Then I want to tuck you into soft clothes and keep you by my side forever.”
Aaren’s heart skipped. “You sound like your Brothers,” he whispered. “Olson told me about them. They’re kind of insane, and so are you.”
Hades snorted, sitting back. “Jag is the only sane one amongst us. He moved next door to a disabled omega and took care of him. Storm crushed on his professor for four years in prison, and went to secretly live in that omega’s apartment the moment he got out. You’ve met Rex. Sweet alpha, but still a little wild. We suspect he was modified with some animal DNA and will never be completely human. Fury... Ha. Fury is his own can of issues. Then there’s me.”
“You’re amazing,” Aaren said.
Hades huffed. “You don’t know me very well.”
“We should get to know each other.”
“Aside from your hole learning my every inch? Yeah, we should.” Hades watched Aaren’s face for a long moment. “I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”
Aaren’s heart fluttered.He wants to see me again.
“You look good like this,” the alpha murmured, touching the corner of Aaren’s lips. “Pleased and satisfied. Your hair’s a little sweaty, your cheeks flushed. Picture perfect.”
“That’s the first time anyone’s said that about me.”
Hades growled. “They’re definitely missing out. Oh well. More for me.”
Hades made sure their clothes were presentable. When they got out of the car, he sprayed scent suppressant all over Aaren—he had a bottle in his glove box too. Like he hadpreparedfor this.
“You’re really committed to getting in my pants,” Aaren said. “Do you do this with other omegas?”
Hades shook his head. “Just you. I’ve never tried to steal someone else’s omega before. But you seemed like you needed an escape, and I can provide it. So I am.”
“Thanks,” Aaren said shyly.
“Anytime.” Hades grinned down at him.
Flustered, Aaren tried to walk back to the Wine Shack, except he wobbled.
“Here, let me.” Hades swept Aaren off his feet in a bridal carry, bringing him around to the front of the bar.
“I can walk,” Aaren yelped.
The bouncer, Derek, laughed and waved them through. A few patrons looked over but most of them minded their own business. At the bar, Olson narrowed his eyes.
“What did you do to him?” Olson asked when they were close enough. “Can’t Aaren walk?”
