Chapter 25
Toby
C orbin and Jude fed me and distracted me, and I talked to Amy, who was just fine, thank goodness. At some point I must have fallen asleep on the couch, because I woke up to Dex kneeling in front of me, gently caressing my hair. He was freshly showered, his hair still damp, and he was smiling softly at me.
“I love you,” he murmured softly.
“I love you too, Dex,” I answered. I sat up, blinking and rubbing my eyes. “Is it over?” I asked.
I didn’t want details, but I needed to know.
Dex nodded his head.
“And the guy… ” I trailed off, afraid of the answer.
“Jude and Corbin are headed to get him. We think he’s still alive,” Dex answered.
I shook my head, tears coming to my eyes. “That could’ve been me,” I whispered.
Dex grabbed me and hugged me tightly, and I didn’t know if it was for me or for him.
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Jude said his name is Aiden,” Dex answered.
“We have to help him, Dex. Promise me we’ll help him,” I said. “I have money…”
“Money isn’t an issue. Jude and Corbin will bring him back here and we’ll see from there. He might have family he wants to go back to. We’ll make sure he gets whatever he needs. Don’t worry,” Dex assured me.
“When will you know?” I asked. I meant when would he know if the guy was alive, and Dex seemed to realize that.
“Jude will call as soon as they get there,” he answered.
He sat next to me on the couch, and we just sort of cuddled for a while. It felt really nice, but I knew we were both waiting for his phone to ring. When it finally did, I almost jumped out of my skin.
“Yeah,” he answered.
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but his hand squeezed mine, and he nodded as he listened while Jude apparently filled him in.
“Good. I’m glad. What now?” Dex asked.
There was a pause as Dex listened, and this time I squeezed his hand. I felt like we were responsible for this guy, even though I knew that wasn’t rational. “Tell them to bring him here,” I whispered.
He listened again and then said, “Yeah. We’ll find him a good home. I have experience in placing strays.”
He rolled his eyes at whatever Jude said, then he hung up the phone.
“So, the guy is ok. He’s probably malnourished and dehydrated, but he doesn’t appear to be wounded other than that. They asked him about family or anyone looking for him, and it didn’t seem like that was the case. They debated bringing him to the human police, but Jude heard your suggestion and agreed. He said the guy isn’t very responsive and is probably in shock. My guess is that it hasn’t sunk in that he’s actually safe. The human police would probably just further traumatize him,” Dex explained.
I thought about that. The police were the best option. But this guy hadn’t had a say in anything that had happened to him for a year. When he got here, we’d let him decide.
“How long until they get back?” I asked.
“Couple hours. They’re going to have him shower and eat before coming back.” Dex looked at me then, and I saw a spark in his eyes. “Atlas is gone, too. It’s just us.”
If he had asked me a half hour ago, I would’ve said there wasn’t a sexy thought in my head. But now, knowing that it was really over, that the stalker was gone, that the guy he’d kidnapped was safe—I felt this profound sense of relief, and more than anything, I wanted to be close to Dex.
He growled low in his throat—and I felt myself getting hard at the sound.
“My Toby,” he grumbled, and I nodded my head yes.
He picked me up off the couch, and fuck, he was fast . He ran up the stairs and into my bedroom, slamming the door shut with a flick of his hips. He slowed down then, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our lips pressed together, and all the stress of the last day melted away with each flick of tongue, each nibble of lips.
We started slowly, tenderly, but before long we were both frantic, gasping for breath as our lips slanted against each other. I rubbed up against Dex as much as I could while being held up by him, but I needed skin to skin.
“Need you, Dex,” I cried out. “Need to feel your skin. Need to feel you inside me.”
Dex turned and laid me gently on the bed, then he hurriedly stripped out of his clothes. I fumbled with my own clothes, somehow getting my shirt stuck over my head. Dex chuckled and pulled off my pants, and I attempted my own growly sound at him.
I’m not sure it worked, since he just chuckled again, but he helped disentangle me, and then he stretched out on top of me, his face pressed close to mine.
“You’re so fucking cute, Toby. And you’re mine, and I love you, and I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” he murmured.
“You say the sweetest stuff, Dex,” I murmured, smiling and running my hands through his hair. “I love you, too. And you’re mine, just as much as I’m yours.”
“Yes,” he growled as he kissed me again, running his hands along my back and then to my chest, tweaking my nipples and caressing my skin.
And that’s when I felt… something bumping against my hole. Only…
“Dex?” I asked, pulling my mouth away from his. “Do you have extra hands or something, because they’re up here, so what’s down there?”
He grinned down at me, and… whatever it was gently flicked against my hole. Fuck. It felt like a finger, only thicker, and it seemed lubed up already. It gently caressed me, and it felt so good, but his hands were still both here, and his dick was hard against my thigh, so it wasn’t that.
I was turned on and confused by equal measures. If there was a ghost or something prodding at my hole, I thought that might be enough to pull me from the sexy moment.
Maybe. I mean, it was Dex, so maybe not.
“Hellhounds have tails,” Dex murmured, and he took that moment to let the tip of his tail slip inside me.
“Oh god,” I murmured, because it felt so fucking good.
“Is that ok?” he whispered.
I looked up to see hesitation in his face, but at the same time his tail thrust deeper, found my prostate, and pressed. My eyes slid shut in bliss.
“Oh god, yes, yes, definitely ok. Better than ok. So good. Dex!” I cried out as I felt sparks of pleasure flow through my whole body as his tail undulated inside me, rubbing against my channel, nudging into my prostate.
I opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me. “I also have a knot,” he murmured. “Usually I can control it and not knot someone…”
“Oh my god, last time—you knotted me?” I asked, remembering how he had felt bigger, how we had been so blissed out in pleasure for so long.
“I can try to hold it back…” he started, but I interrupted him.
“You better fucking knot me, Dex. I want it all,” I insisted, then I cried out again as his tail did whatever the fuck it was doing inside me, making me feel like a bundle of sexual nerves.
His lips were on mine again, and I was grabbing onto him, scratching him, but it only seemed to turn him on more as his tail pushed deeper and his hands touched every inch of me. He ground into me, his cock hard against my thigh and his stomach muscles rippling with each thrust, applying pressure against my own dick.
I was going to come, my god, I was going to come from his tail inside me and his scent around me and his hands on me.
“Dex!” I cried out, and my dick spasmed as I came onto his stomach.
“Yes, baby. So beautiful. So pretty in your pleasure,” Dex murmured, continuing to rub against me, drawing out the pleasure.
Eventually he stopped his movements, but he was still hard against me, and his tail was still in me. He kissed me everywhere—my face, my neck, my chest—his hands gently soothing me. He skimmed his lips back up my neck and along my jaw, meeting my lips with another sweet kiss, our tongues lightly dancing against each other.
We kissed for an eternity, and I reveled in his skin against mine, the feeling of being surrounded by him. I shifted my hips and felt his tail in me, and a spark of pleasure floated down my spine.
“Dex,” I whispered. God, I didn’t think I could be ready again so quickly, but I wanted him in me. I needed it. I needed to feel him.
“I’m here, baby,” he said.
“Need you inside me,” I murmured, caressing his face. He was so beautiful and sexy, and he was mine. God, I loved this man. I loved this hellhound .
He slowly withdrew his tail from me—and I was definitely gonna see that later, because holy fuck they had held out on me when they neglected to mention the whole tail thing amidst all my questions. I hadn’t thought to ask, but still… that was an important detail!
He slid his body up, his arms holding him up over me, and dear god he was so unbelievably sexy. How had I gotten so fucking lucky? He was hot as hell and protective in the best way and he talked to me about all my weird writer stuff and he loved me. He was perfect for me.
“I love you so much, Dex,” I said.
He slid into me in one agonizingly slow thrust, and I couldn’t help closing my eyes and mewling. There was a slight burning, but it was all pleasure and the exquisite feeling of being full of Dex, of being joined together.
When I opened my eyes he was staring down at me, flames licking in his eyes.
“Mine,” he rumbled, and was it weird that I found it crazy hot that he was so turned on he sounded like he was barely holding onto his human form?
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Love you,” he rumbled, and then he started moving.
Oh. My. God.
He stared into my eyes as he gently rolled his hips, and I couldn’t look away from the flames burning there. He looked at me like I was the entire world, and it melted my heart. I lifted my hand to caress his cheek.
“Yours,” I said simply. “Always yours. Forever, Dex.”
He growled, and we stared at one another until the intensity was almost too much to bear.
The pleasure gently rolled through me, growing deeper and deeper. Pleasure licked along my skin, and I saw blue flames surrounding both of us, but it didn’t hurt. It was like feathers gently caressing me, and it only heightened the sensations.
He thickened inside me, and holy fuck—that was his knot. I was going to make him come. He was going to knot me. It was sexy as fuck.
“Dex!’ I cried out, my orgasm surprising me as it crashed into me.
He grew thicker and thicker—fuck, so full. I didn’t know if I could take it, and yet somehow I did, and I felt like my orgasm just kept going on and on and on.
His hips barely moved, just a gentle push and pull as he filled me up, and his teeth grazed against my neck, but I wanted his bite. I wanted his teeth in me.
“Yes,” I cried out, incapable of saying more, but he knew.
He bit down, thrust his hips into me, and I swear I could feel his seed filling me up. As he spilled into me, my blood trickled into him, and I thought of our bodies connecting in an unbreakable loop.
We were one, tied together in pleasure and love. The pleasure went on and on until I thought I’d die from it, and at some point I felt like I separated from my body, floating in a haze. It was too much, too perfect, too beautiful.
Dex was mine. Forever. That was my last thought as I drifted away on a cloud of ecstasy.