Hades licked his lips. “You need me, don’t you?”
“I need you to pin me down and fuck me open.”
A groan rumbled out of his alpha. And suddenly Hades was out of his space, shutting the door and sliding behind the wheel in a rush of cherrywood and musk. Aaren’s hole throbbed.
“Ready to be painted like a pretty omega, sweetheart?” Hades purred. “Holding yourself open, begging to be bred?”
“At some point, will you chase me down and pin me too?” Aaren croaked.
“Fuck,” Hades hissed. “Do you know how tight you’re making my pants right now?”
Aaren looked. Hades’ cock was outlined against the thin fabric, a spot of wetness at his tip. It jerked as he watched, growing even bigger.
Before Aaren could speak, his body grew hot hot hot, as though a wildfire had consumed him inside.
“I... I think I’m going into heat,” he whispered.
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PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH OMEGAS
“Fuck,”Hades hissed, his knuckles going white against the steering wheel.
Quick as anything, he thumbed the buttons to lower the driver’s side window, as well as the window behind Aaren.
“So I won’t breathe in your heat musk,” Hades explained. “I don’t want to go into rut right here, not this soon.”
Aaren’s heart missed a beat. Alphas only went into rut with omegas they cared about. “You would go into rut for me?”
“Sweetheart.” Hades’ eyes darkened. He reached over the center console and held Aaren’s hand. “Yes.”
Aaren blushed. Hades swore and yanked his gaze away.
“Sorry,” the alpha muttered. “If I look at you any longer, I won’t stop. Or I might climb over and start tasting you.”
“There isn’t enough space for that,” Aaren agreed.
Hades grinned and drove them out of the mall parking lot, toward home. Actually, Aaren wasn’t sure how the drive was. Hehad twisted around in his seat to feast his eyes on Hades—the way Hades’ shirt clung to his pecs and biceps, the way his arms were tense, tendons standing out on his forearms, his grip tight on the steering wheel.
“Do you ever hold yourself that tightly?” Aaren blurted. “Would it hurt your cock?”
“Only when I need to stop myself from coming,” Hades muttered, shifting in his seat. “It’s... not helping that you’re thinking about my cock right now. Wait ‘til we get home?”
Aaren swallowed. “Okay.”
He clutched the fancy paper bag on his lap, trying not to notice the growing heat in his body. Already, desire was trickling through his veins, making him feel heavy and slow. His bones and teeth ached. He was growing wetter between his legs, his cock swelling, his balls pulling tight.
Hades’ lap looked amazing. His pants clung to his thick, muscular thighs, and the solid length stuffed down one pant leg... Its wet spot had grown, with a trail leading south because Hades was still dripping precome, and it was trickling down his thigh to pool where his leg met the seat.
“You’re—” Aaren stuffed his hands against his mouth.
At a stoplight, Hades glanced over. “I’m...?”
“You’re wet,” Aaren croaked.
Hades drew a shuddering breath, held it, and slowly blew it out. “It’s a good thing I’m not in rut yet, or there will be public indecency charges.”
“For what?”
