“I should’ve read you Emmy’s pickup lines,” Aaren blurted.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Emmy said they would get me an alpha. And they did, but it was the wrong alpha. If I had read them to you instead of... You would’ve been my alpha for sure.” He bit his lip. “Should I not have said that?”
Hades grinned. “I’ll be your alpha with or without the pickup lines. But go ahead and use them on me if you want.”
“You don’t mind? Bal—Some people have said they’re terrible.”
The alpha hummed. “With these things, I think it’s your intent that matters most. It’s fine if the pickup lines are... unusual. I’ll listen to them anyway.”
Aaren cheered up. He still had Emmy’s pickup lines stashed somewhere. “Okay. They’re amazing lines.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Before Aaren knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot behind the Wine Shack. He checked the time. “I have twenty minutes before my shift starts.”
“Twenty, huh?” Hades grinned. “That’s plenty of time.”
“It’s not enough,” Aaren whined.
“Shoes off,” Hades said, clicking off Aaren’s seatbelt. Aaren obeyed with some confusion. Then Hades slid his own seat back, and scooped Aaren onto his lap.
Aaren squeaked, clutching Hades’ shoulders. This wasmuchcloser than they had been last night, his legs spread around Hades, their faces inches apart. Hades was huge and warm under him, all muscle. And he was stroking Aaren’s thighs, running his hands up Aaren’s sides and squeezing his chest.
“Beautiful,” Hades murmured, sliding his hands under Aaren’s shirt. Aaren shivered. Then he shivered harder when he realized that Hades was dragging his wrists all over his skin, marking him with cherrywood.
“Everyone’s gonna know,” he yelped.
Hades paused. “Everyone? Is there someone else you need to hide this from?”
“Oh! No, I meant my boss and my friends.” Aaren peeked out of the car windows, but there was no one in the parking lot around them. “I only see them when I’m working in the kitchen.”
Hades resumed his marking. “Ah. Do you want me to stop?”
Aaren shook his head. “They know Ballus sucks. But I don’t think any of them were expecting me to... do this, either.”
He bit his lip, wondering how badly his friends were going to judge him.
“I’ll stop if you need me to. And I’ll listen if you need an ear.” Hades tucked his nose under Aaren’s jaw and sniffed his neck. Then he squeezed Aaren’s ass, sliding his hands down the back of his pants.
Aaren swallowed his whimper when Hades marked his cheeks. His cock felt so neglected. He spread his legs wider in a silent plea. “Are you going to...?”
“Not right now.” Hades grinned. “I’ll mark you here later.”
He pulled his hands out of Aaren’s pants and brushed his thumb over Aaren’s bulge, a bold, possessive caress.
Because he already owned that part of Aaren.
Aaren moaned. “I like it when you touch me there.”
“I know.” Hades stroked him again, his lips curving when Aaren’s cock swelled under his touch. “You obey me so well, sweetheart.”
He petted Aaren until Aaren whimpered and squirmed, before wrapping his arms around Aaren in a firm hug.
“No more of that, or you’ll start smelling like you’ve been freshly fucked,” Hades said in his ear. “Let’s calm down a little.”
Aaren whined. “I want to come.”
