“Later. I’ll make you come good and hard later. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”
Another whine. “But—”
Hades kissed his neck, flicking his tongue out to taste Aaren’s skin. “Sweetheart.”
And there was that note of command again, that made Aaren’s hole clench. “You will be patient for me.”
Aaren shivered. “Fine.”
“Good omega.”
Something about those words... They went straight to Aaren’s core and lit him up from the inside.
Hades pressed a kiss to Aaren’s throat, his stubble scraping Aaren’s skin. “Time for you to head in.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“The sooner you start your day, the sooner you’ll get your reward.”
That had Aaren sitting up straight. “During my lunch break?”
Hades smiled. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
Aaren slid back into his seat and put on his shoes.
For the first time in months, as Hades patted his ass and nudged him out of the car, things seemed to be looking up for Aaren again.
5
AN EXCITING LUNCH BREAK
Aarenall but bounced through the back door of the Wine Shack. “I’m here! I’m early!”
Behind the bar, Olson raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s cheerful today. Did you dump that asshole?”
Aaren froze, his smile stuck on his face. “Uh.”
“No?” Olson squinted. “Why are you bouncing around like Christmas came early, then?”
“Um. No reason?” Aaren clutched his backpack, edging sideways to the employee locker room.
“Aaren.” Olson set down the glass he had been wiping. “Rex, watch the bar. Come get me if anyone places an order.”
“‘Kay.”
His alpha, Rex, was perched on the corner stool with their baby. Aaren had envied them ever since Rex swept Olson off his feet and carried him off like a cave-alpha. Rexwasquite literally a cave-alpha; he was getting better at speaking in longer sentences. These days, he watched their baby while Olsontended the bar, exchanging sappy smiles with Olson when there was a lull.
Right now, that was the furthest thing from Aaren’s mind.
He hurried to the locker room, praying that someone would place a drink order and call Olson away.
“Aaren.”
Oh, no.
“Yes?” he squeaked, stuffing his backpack into his locker.
He wasnotgoing to use the scent suppressant. Not when Hades’ marking was a gift.
