Aaren caught Emmy’s hand to bring his phone closer, to see what he had sent to Hades.
Emmy
Your belly is round with the love and man seed I have stuffed inside. It’s round like the moon pulling on the tides to give the Earth a wedgie. That is how you know we were meant to be together. When my love rod wedgie goes between the round moon globes of your ass like a divine intervention.
Hades
Okay...
Emmy
Your belly is like a crystal ball. In it I can see our future. It’s full of foggy tentacles that will hug you and suck out your brains. But I will save you with my love sword and wash them away with a flood of my creamy dewdrops. I will beat our victory song on the drum of your belly with my love drumstick.
Hades
I appreciate your contributions.
“See! He’s gonna use them!” Emmy crowed.
Olson poked his head back into the kitchen, eyes narrowed. “What did you do now, Emmy?”
“I gave Aaren’s alpha some pregnancy pickup lines,” Emmy whispered loudly. “They’re in the book I’m writing, 699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin.” He waved his phone at Olson. “Look! Won’t they drop your panties too?”
Olson scanned the texts and pursed his lips. “They’re... very enlightening. Please don’t give them to Rex.”
Emmy gasped. “Of course not! I will write new ones for your alpha!”
Olson groaned and turned away, but his shoulders were shaking with laughter.
“You’re a good friend, Emmy,” Aaren said.
“Of course!” Emmy beamed. “Now, do you want to know how to spice up your sex life?”
23
PREGNANCY (PART 2)
The Sex LifeSpicing-Up did not go according to plan.
Aaren opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, holding his breath as Hades’ attention snapped onto him.
Hades’ eyebrows crawled up.
Aaren was wearing one of the new panties, the sheer pink shorts with a zipper going between his legs, with several long feathers taped to him everywhere—all around the waistband of his panties, some in his hair and behind his ears. He even had them on his shoulders—Emmy had helped to tie the feathers together so Aaren could easily stick a bunch of them on himself when he was home.
“Surprise!” Aaren said nervously, taking a few wriggling steps into the room like a bird in a courtship dance.
“Did Emmy give you this idea?” Hades asked with a grin.
“Yes,” Aaren said, taking another brave step forward. “Do you like it?”
It sure was different from the usual costumes at a sex store; Emmy said the feathers were very inspiring. Then Aaren had stuck them on himself, and somehow, he didn’t feel all that pretty.
Hades swept his gaze up and down Aaren’s almost-naked body, taking in the fluttering feathers and Aaren’s curves.
Instead of disgust or confusion, Hades’ expression was warm, trailing over every inch of Aaren’s skin like he was cataloguing what Aaren had done to himself.
“Come over here,” Hades murmured, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, his thighs spreading to make space for Aaren.
