“No,” Hades growled, suddenly fierce. “Your body is your own, to use with whoever you wish, however many people you wish. No one gets to tell you who or how many people you fuck, and no one will make you ashamed of that.”
Aaren stared, his heart fluttering. No one had stood up for him like this, no one had cared so fiercely about Aaren’s opinions of himself. “O-okay.”
“That said,” Hades continued, his tone gentling. “If you want to think of yourself that way, if it makes you hot instead of ashamed, go ahead. If you want to be so hungry for my cock that you think of yourself as a slut forme,I’m not going to object.”
Heat crawled up Aaren’s neck; he ducked his head, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah. I—I like the sound of that.”
Hades grinned. “I prefer to think of you as an omega who’s made for me. Mine.”
“Yours,” Aaren admitted. Hades grew still behind him. And Aaren’s heart was suddenly beating at triple-time.
“You’re perfect,” Hades said roughly.
He pulled out a little so his knot wouldn’t swell inside Aaren. Then he pressed two kisses to Aaren’s nape, before sliding out the rest of the way, carefully setting Aaren on his feet.
Before his come could trickle out, Hades slid a damp plug back into Aaren, until its flared base nudged against his hole. “Two loads, just in time for that evaluation.”
“You’re so kinky,” Aaren said fondly.
Hades laughed. “Me?”
Aaren nodded. “I’m just an innocent omega who found a big bad wolf.”
“You know it says something about you, that you keep raising your ass for the big bad ‘wolf’.”
Aaren grinned.
Hades grinned back, tidying Aaren’s clothes. “You look fine. Maybe a little flushed, but if you come in running like you’re late, no one will suspect a thing.”
“Okay.”
Hades spritzed scent suppressant all over both their clothes. Right as he reached for the door latch, he ducked his head, stealing a kiss off Aaren’s lips.
“This was a lot of fun,” Hades murmured.
“You might be an adrenaline junkie,” Aaren said, but he was smiling too.
Hades huffed and slipped out of the cubicle, heading to the restroom door to check if there was anyone out there. He shut the door and waved Aaren to the sink; they hastily washed their hands.
With a final kiss, Hades stepped out of the restroom, pausing to look around. Then he knocked on the door—all clear.
Aaren sneaked out after him, trying to appear confident. As though he had every right to be in the alpha restroom. He kept his head held high and split away from Hades, taking a different path to the restaurant he was supposed to meet the evaluator in.
As he was nearing the restaurant, his phone buzzed.
ESC:I’m right behind you. You’re safe.
That went a long way in setting Aaren at ease.
He jogged up to the hostess’ stand and tried to look like he was in a hurry. “Hi! I’m a little late. Table for Ballus?”
“Sure!” The omega grinned and led him into the restaurant, where Ballus was sitting in a booth across from a well-dressed alpha.
Ballus narrowed his eyes when Aaren approached. He jerked his thumb at the evaluator. “Who the fuck is this? Why is he crashing our lunch?”
27
THE SANDWICH MIC DROP
