“How was the training?” Olson asked when Aaren sidled back into the kitchen.
“Hot,” Aaren said. “But my alpha is the hottest.”
“That’s all I need to know. You do not have to elaborate,” Olson said quickly.
“But I haven’t told you about how his pants stretch around his—”
“Nope!” Olson crammed a tomato into Aaren’s mouth. “Shush!”
Aaren made a face, but he ate the tomato. “Am I taking my lunch break soon?”
“Yes. You may as well text Hades. In fifteen minutes or so?”
Aaren’s heart leaped. Now that he had seen Hades wrestling, he really wanted to ask—would Hades wrestle nakedly with Aaren during his heat?
14
ALLEY HIJINKS AND A GOOD TALK
Hades was waitingby the back door when Aaren stepped out. He was empty-handed.
Aaren tried not to feel disappointed. “Where’s the—”
“In the car. But first.” Hades pulled Aaren into his arms, engulfing him in a huge, warm hug.
“Mmm!” Aaren buried his face in Hades’ pecs, breathing him in. “Okay, this is good too. I can accept lunch break hugs.”
Hades huffed. “Easily satisfied, huh?”
“I dunno. Your pecs are huge around my face. Mmm.” Aaren turned his face from side to side, rubbing himself against those solid muscles. He cupped them and squished them further against his cheeks.
Hades laughed, the sound vibrating into Aaren’s face. “You liked watching us train.”
“So many muscles,” Aaren moaned. “All the wet skin. Actually, um, can we do that during my heat?”
He felt Hades looking down at him, like maybe he was raising an eyebrow. “Do what?”
“Naked wrestling.”
Hades groaned. “Fuck.”
“Maybe you can even chase me? And pin me down? And stake your claim.” Aaren jerked his hips to demonstrate. “Multiple times. I’ll escape and run, and you can keep chasing me. You can breed me as your prize for capturing me.”
Hades blew out a shuddering breath, musk wafting off his skin. “Sweetheart, we’re supposed to be having lunch.”
But he slid his hand down Aaren’s back and grabbed Aaren’s ass through his pants, fingers pressed over his hole.
“Hades!” Aaren squeaked, growing wet.
“I like the sound of it,” Hades growled, rubbing Aaren’s entrance in small, tight circles. Then he tugged up Aaren’s shirt and slid his large hand down the back of Aaren’s pants, his fingers diving between Aaren’s damp cheeks, stroking his hole and pushing in.
Aaren moaned, scrabbling at Hades to hold onto something. When he looked down, he found Hades’ bulge growing behind his pants. He couldn’t help squeezing it.
Hades hissed and bucked into his hand. “C’mon, let’s go elsewhere.”
“My hand seems to be glued to your cock,” Aaren blurted.
Hades laughed and gently freed himself from Aaren’s hand. Then he started walking.
