Page 15 of How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

Chapter 15

Quinton

I t was too early. I stumbled back into bed and wrapped myself burrito style in my blankets. Liam came in, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in next to me. I stared at him blearily from my cocoon of blankets.

He scooched closer.

I might have hissed a bit at him before I shut my eyes. Too early. His body pressed closer to mine, and I meant to snark at him, but he was rumbling softly, and it was kind of soothing, and I drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again and opened my eyes, I turned my head to the side and screamed.

“What the fuck , Liam!” I hissed. His face was like an inch from mine, and he was just staring at me. It was like a horror movie.

He smiled at me, totally unfazed by my yelling or cursing at him.

“Good morning, my little hellcat,” he murmured.

I turned my head, trying to wake my brain up. Liam’s legs were pressing against mine under the covers. I was laying on my back, and he was cuddled up to my side, his body keeping me cozy and warm. His bare chest was pressed against my side, and his arm was around me. He started gently petting my chest, like I really was a cat. I almost snorted at the thought. He rubbed across a nipple, and it felt really nice.

Like, really nice.

Which is when I realized his hard on was pressed against my thigh. I had morning wood, but I hadn’t been thinking about sex. Until now, that was. I didn’t think Liam had sex on the brain either. He didn’t seem to be grazing my nipple on purpose—he was just petting me. He wasn’t thrusting into my hip or anything with his dick either.

Not that I would have complained.

I moved my hips against him, and he rumbled in pleasure. He continued to gently pet me. I thrust against him again, my hips rubbing against his hard on, and I heard his exhalation of breath.

He still didn’t take the hint. I huffed in annoyance.

“What does a guy have to do to get a morning orgasm?” I grumbled.

“Oh, is it morning sex time?” he asked, sounding eager and pleased.

“Well, you made me horny,” I complained. “You could at least do something about it.”

“Clothes off?” he asked.

I turned my head to look at him and rolled my eyes. “Duh, yeah.”

Liam leaned in to kiss me.

“Morning breath!” I hissed, covering his lips with my hand.

I moved my hand away only to see Liam smiling at me.

“I like your morning breath. I like all your smells,” he said.

“Ok, that’s just fucking weird, Sexy Stalker,” I complained. I knew I was in full snark mode, but I couldn’t help it. It was early . Fuck. At this rate, he’d be storming out in a huff. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d offended a guy with my attitude.

“You’re adorable,” he murmured, nuzzling into my neck.

His lips and his scruff sent tingles down my spine as he licked and nipped at the skin. My mouth just wouldn’t seem to stop, though.

“I am not adorable. I am full of attitude and sass,” I muttered.

He pushed off the covers and kissed his way to my chest, licking at a nipple.

I gasped but kept talking. “I am a grumpy motherfucker. A force of darkness who can destroy joy with a single barbed comment.”

He chuckled, nibbling down to my stomach. I smacked his head when he hit a ticklish spot.

“I am violence incarnate. I am—Fuck, Liam, what are you—” I gasped, unable to finish the sentence, because Liam had just pulled my pants down and swallowed my cock like it was his favorite candy.

Holy shit. He deepthroated me, swallowing around the head of my dick, and all I could do was moan at the tight, wet heat on my cock. He pulled off, licking around the head, tonguing underneath it, and his hand gently caressed my balls.

“Fuck,” I muttered again. “I want… Fuck, Liam,” I moaned.

He was stroking my cock with his hand as pleasure rushed through me. “What do you want, my little hellcat?”

“Get your dick up here, Sexy Stalker, but don’t stop what you’re doing,” I demanded.

Liam chuckled and hopped off the bed, shucking off his pants, then pulling mine completely off. He climbed back on the bed facing opposite me, the perfect 69 position.

I’d seen his dick, sort of, in the shower, and I’d felt it, but I hadn’t really had an up close and personal view. It was a beautiful dick, thick and hard with a drop of precum on the tip. I stroked it, enjoying the feeling of the silky hardness in my hand. Liam sucked my cock back into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the head again, and I moaned, squeezing his cock in return.

I leaned in and licked at his dick, teasing him like I was licking a lollipop. When I finally put him in my mouth, he rumbled and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling my dick deeper into his throat. Holy shit, the rumbling was like a warm, wet vibrator on my dick.

My mouth was full of hard cock, and I slurped and sucked on it, bobbing up and down. Liam’s mouth was on me, his tongue flicking at the sensitive part of my cock and swirling around, then he sucked me back down.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I’d forgotten how fucking good this felt.

Liam hummed in agreement, and then he used his hands to push my hips in and out, my dick passing over his lips and into the back of his throat, then out again, his tongue swirling the whole time. He encouraged me to fuck into his mouth, and my hips jerked. God, I was gonna fucking come, and I hadn’t even had a proper suck.

I squeezed the base of his dick in my hand and sucked him back down, going until he reached my throat. I gagged a bit, but I stayed there, breathing through my nose and pressing my tongue against the hardness in my mouth. I was rewarded with another vibrating rumble that I felt down to my toes.

It wasn’t my best blow job, because damn was Liam distracting, but based on his rumblings, he didn’t mind. I was sloppy, spit coating his dick as I frantically sucked him. The sounds of wet slurping, our moaning, and his rumblings only heightened my arousal.

I was surrounded by Liam. His scent, his skin, his heat—he was everywhere. He smelled like burning leaves on an autumn day, and his precum was sweet and smoky in my mouth. I jerked as his tongue did something to my dick, holy shit, and I felt pressure building in my toes and the base of my spine.

I moaned frantically around Liam’s dick, trying to warn him of my impending orgasm, but at the same time I couldn’t stop thrusting into his mouth. His hands were gripping and kneading my ass, and his fingers grazed my hole, making me groan. He pushed me deep into his throat and let his finger just barely enter me, and that was it. Electricity was spiraling out as my orgasm made my entire body shake.

Liam’s dick spurted cum into my mouth a second later, and I swear to god he tasted like campfire s’mores. I suckled frantically, still pumping my dick into his mouth through my own orgasm. He rumbled, sucking and spurting into my mouth. We were like a loop of pleasure.

It felt like it lasted forever, but eventually his mouth eased on me, and I realized my hips weren’t thrusting and his dick wasn’t spurting cum anymore. I pulled off and rested my forehead against his hip.

“Holy fucking shit, Liam,” I murmured.

Before I could do much moving, he flipped around, facing me, and I didn’t even have time to worry about morning breath before his lips were on mine, his tongue in my mouth, licking at me. I groaned again, and I swear to god if I hadn’t just come, I think I would have been hard again at his frenzied kissing. It was like he was devouring me, and I just held on for the ride.

When he pulled away, I gasped for breath, and he dipped down to my neck, biting that same spot he’d bitten before. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but I felt like I had another orgasm just from his teeth in my neck. Sensation overwhelmed my body, and I held onto him, moaning and crying out in pleasure. My entire body was shaking, and it was almost too much. I grabbed onto Liam and rode it out, stars exploding behind my eyes.

I may have actually blacked out for a second. I don’t even know, but it was like an out of body experience.

Eventually I came back to myself, cuddled in his arms, his lips gently pressing kisses onto my neck. Holy shit.

“You broke me,” I finally mumbled.

My sexy stalker chuckled and held me tighter. I basked in the afterglow, enjoying the cuddling.

That lasted about three minutes before my brain came back online. Liam had been out all night. Then I woke up to him and Aiden having some kind of moment. I had questions.

I tried, I really did, to keep my mouth shut. We were in our sex afterglow. Liam liked to cuddle. We had a passionate moment, and…

“Did you torture and kill people last night or what?” I blurted out. “Details, please, although not graphic ones.”

I braced myself for some grumbling, or a huff of annoyance, only Liam picked his head up and kissed my nose. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled.

I frowned at him. “I am not. I am attitude and sass. Violence incarnate, remember?”

“And it’s adorable,” he reiterated, kissing my lips gently this time. The urgency was gone, and it was just a soft and slow kiss.

And asshole that I was, I leaned back and smacked his shoulder. “Details!” I demanded.

Liam laughed again, and then he explained the night in detail (without the bloody bits, thank goodness). They’d gotten quite a bit of information from the guy, including most of his associates. There was one unknown who flew under the radar and was apparently quite smart about things, whereas these guys were apparently kinda stupid.

We pulled on boxers and migrated to the kitchen when my stomach started growling, and my sexy stalker put coffee on without even being asked. He fixed me a cup and got me a muffin of Aiden’s while he continued explaining.

It was all so fucking domestic. And sweet.

“What the fuck was going on with Aiden and you this morning?” I asked, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Ok, so I didn’t know how to handle domestic and sweet. It wasn’t even like I was jealous or anything—I did not at all think that there was something weird between Aiden and Liam. I was happy to see Aiden hugging Liam. It meant Aiden accepted him and trusted him, and I wanted that. Because I trusted my sexy stalker, and I wanted him sticking around.

Despite my total trust, however, Liam looked sheepish. I crossed my arms. Oh, this was gonna be good, I could already tell.

“Ah, well, yes, I may have, ah, informed Aiden of some… complicated news from his life before his kidnapping, and the news was, perhaps, maybe, a wee bit distressing to him,” Liam admitted.

I just stared at him and raised my eyebrows.

“Toby has informed me that I cannot impart information I find while ‘spying’ on people who aren’t evil, but I don’t think he meant I should keep anything from you ,” Liam said, like I was somehow special.

Which yeah, ok, gave me a little thrill. I raised my hand, though, cutting him off. “Aiden will tell me whatever he needs to about his life whenever he’s ready.” I didn’t need Liam blurting out Aiden’s secrets. “How distressed was he?” I asked.

“He may have hinted at leaving, but don’t worry, I let him know that I would follow him and bring him back. Not against his will, of course, because I know he has trauma. So I told him if he wouldn’t be willingly brought back, we would all just follow him around.” Liam actually looked proud of himself at that statement.

Fucking supernatural weirdos. “He’s not still thinking of leaving, is he?” I asked.

“No, he seemed to accept that. Then he leaked a bit and hugged me. It was odd but nice,” Liam admitted.

I stared at him.

“Did you just say ‘he leaked a bit’?” I asked.

“From his eyes,” Liam added helpfully.

For fuck’s sake.

Then Liam stuck my coffee cup under my face, saying, “More caffeine to go with your sass.”

I looked at him, but I swear he was totally sincere and being fucking sweet again. I huffed but grabbed the mug. “Fine. Let’s get to work, though. Take me to the batcave and let me see pics of all these guys.”

Liam dutifully led me to the bedroom for us to get dressed, although I swear he mumbled, “We do not turn into bats.”

I recognized two of the guys. One was another bouncer, and the other was a manager at the bar who I’d seen frequently. The manager, Dev, was friendly and always stopped to chat with our group. I thought the other guys might’ve looked vaguely familiar, but that could’ve been my imagination. You see a lot of faces at a club, and they all blend together.

“How involved do you want to be?” Liam asked.

I thought it over. I knew what he was asking—did I want in on every asshole? I also knew that if his group split up, they’d be more likely to take care of these guys before anyone had any warning. He’d said they could take care of them all in a night if they needed to.

“I don’t need to be in on the ‘wet work,’ as you call it, and if they don’t know anything else, then I don’t need to have any involvement. I really want to get the mysterious guy who is placing the orders for people. He seems to be the main person behind it,” I mused.

Liam nodded his agreement. “Unfortunately, it seems he covers his tracks very well. He could be someone across the country or he could be someone working at the club. He’s only ever communicated with people through encrypted methods. His familiarity with some of the victims makes me think he’s not across the country, but I could pinpoint people in a club from camera images, so who knows.”

“Will you bring them back here?” I asked.

“Because we don’t want warnings going out, we would probably dispatch them relatively quickly after finding out what we can. But if you wanted someone brought back, that could certainly be arranged,” Liam answered.

I looked at the picture of Dev. Another guy I’d trusted and been friendly with. I’d missed out on what happened to James. I didn’t really care about the other guys—I didn’t know them. I wanted them gone, yes, but it didn’t feel personal. Dev felt personal. He’d known me. We’d chatted. I’d been a regular. He’d bought our table drinks.

“I wanna talk to Dev. The rest I don’t care about. Find out what you guys can and… do your thing. But Dev I’d like to be involved with, if it’s possible. I feel like as manager of the club, he’d know the most, too.” I shrugged.

Liam leaned in and kissed me. “Whatever you want, hellcat. I’ll get everyone together, fill them in, and we’ll hunt tonight.”

I leaned my forehead against his, then pulled away when it was getting too mushy and looked back at the computer screen. Liam started pulling up information on each of the guys.

I felt like I was in over my head, and not with the human trafficking shit. I was falling for Liam. Somehow, my sexy stalker had hacked his way into my frozen little heart, and I had no idea what to do about that.