Hades breathed out heavily, his hands trembling. More come shot out of his cock.
He kept raking his gaze over Aaren. Aaren’s panties were now covered in come, his chest and belly streaked with Hades’ marking too. Hades took another picture and went back to painting, except his cock looked even more desperate than before.
Twice more, Hades kept Aaren in that position until Aaren grew desperate.
Twice more, Aaren contemplated breaking from his pose, leaping off the bed and running until Hades caught him and punished him.
Each time, Hades came over and fed Aaren his cock before he could act on that errant desire. But the seedling of that idea took root, tempting him. It didn’t help that Aaren now had several more streaks of come inside him, his hole considerably looser and filled with a lot more come. He wanted Hades’ knot; he wanted to be held down and pumped so full, tied with his alpha so all he could do was take everything Hades gave him.
“Hades,” Aaren whined, his heat gnawing on his bones. “I need your cock.”
“Just a little more,” Hades purred, glancing at him.
Did he know? Could he tell that Aaren was this close to bolting?
Hades looked back at his canvas, and Aaren decided then.
He threw himself across the bed and onto the floor, finding his footing.
“Aaren,” Hades growled. “Get back on the bed.”
“No!” Aaren ran, come pouring out of his ass and down his thighs. “You’d have to catch me first!”
19
CAUGHT
Behind him,Hades snarled like an animal. His paintbrush clattered. Then heavy footsteps thumped after Aaren, and Aaren tingled all over.
Hades sounded dangerous. He sounded mad. And he sounded like he would punish Aaren very thoroughly with his cock.
Aaren dashed past the doorways into the living room. Hades caught up with him there, grabbing Aaren around the waist and shoving him chest-first against the wall. He lowered his lips to Aaren’s ear, his chest pressed against Aaren’s shoulders.
“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” he growled, his voice going straight to Aaren’s hole.
“I was bored!” Aaren whined. “I don’t want to sit around and wait for your cock! I need to be fucked now!”
Hades growled dangerously. Aaren leaked. With a sudden surge of strength, Hades lifted Aaren off his feet, his blunt tip pushing into the opening of Aaren’s panties. It nudged between his cheeks and pressed against his loose hole.
“Bad omegas don’t get to choose, sweetheart,” Hades said darkly in his ear.
And he forced his cock inside, a hard thrust that lit up all of Aaren’s nerves.
Aaren screamed as he came, a voice inside him whispering,Finally.Hades pinned him against the wall and pounded into him, his cock grinding against all of Aaren’s sensitive spots.
“This—”thrust“—is—”thrust“—your—”thrust“—punishment.”Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Aaren’s eyes rolled back. He came again, writhing as Hades fucked him like a ragdoll, just like how he had done in the back alley. Aaren couldn’t hold back his orgasm if he tried; Hades gripped him and slammed into him, focused on his own pleasure. And his cock swelled inside Aaren, his breaths hitching.
With a snarl, Hades came, his cock pulsing against Aaren’s inner walls.
It felt so good. Aaren squeezed around him to try and keep him inside; Hades stayed for a couple more moments, both of them panting. Then he pulled out reluctantly. “Fuck. I want to stay buried inside you. Want to knot you and make you come on my knot.”
“So knot me,” Aaren whined.
“Soon. Let’s get you into another pair of panties. New pose.”
Hades carried Aaren to his office and picked up one of the new panties. Then he brought Aaren back to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed. He didn’t wait for Aaren to remove his underwear; Hades hooked his fingers into Aaren’s waistbandand slid the come-covered lace down Aaren’s thighs, leaving him completely naked.
