Page 18 of How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

Chapter 18

Liam

“ W hy haven’t we had penetrative sex?” Quinton grumbled from the doorway to the bedroom.

Aiden and I had both woken up earlier, and we were sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee and eating pastries. Well, Aiden was now choking on coffee as he tried not to spit it out or laugh—I wasn’t sure which.

I patted him on the back, and he swallowed his coffee and coughed a bit.

“Yup, well, that’s my cue to leave! See you guys later!” Aiden said, getting up and heading for the door.

Thankfully he had gotten dressed already, so he wouldn’t be walking outside in pajamas.

“That was not the question you were supposed to ask,” Aiden mumbled at Quinton as he walked out the door.

“What question were you supposed to ask?” I said.

Quinton glared at me, which I took to mean he didn’t want to ask whatever question he was supposed to ask.

I got up and walked over to give him a kiss. He was in such a snit that he didn’t even stop me because of morning breath. I smiled at him and then led him to the kitchen island, heading over to the coffee maker to get him a cup.

“You’re a fucking cheater,” he mumbled as I sat back down.

I smiled. “Dev is dealt with. I didn’t get much new information, but I did find out who the next victim on the radar was. Corbin is keeping an eye on him for now, but with most of the muscle taken down last night, I don’t think anything will happen to the guy.”

I handed his coffee to him, still smiling. I think he hissed at me. So fucking cute.

“You didn’t answer me,” he grumbled, taking a drink.

“Would you like to have penetrative sex?” I asked.

“I asked you first.” Quinton was holding his coffee, and I watched him take a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He glared at me in response. “Get those flames out of your eyes, Sexy Stalker, and answer the question.”

I debated what to say. My little hellcat would not appreciate the notion of being coddled. Of course I wanted to have penetrative sex with him. I fantasized about sliding my dick into him, about getting lost in his body and his scent. But if I told him that, it would pressure him. I didn’t want to be an added pressure in his life.

I took a drink of my coffee, stalling.

“You’re fucking stalling. Do you not want to have sex? I mean, that’s fine if you don’t, just say that.” His face looked angry but I could see the hurt underneath.

I sighed. “My little hellcat, I feel like I am in a field of landmines, and any wrong move will result in catastrophe. Having actually been in a field of landmines once, I can tell you it is not a nice feeling to step on one.”

He looked at me. “You got blown up by a landmine? Actually, you know what, don’t tell me now. You’re distracting me. I just want the truth, that’s all.”

“The truth is that of course I want to have sex with you. I want to have every type of sex with you. I want to watch you masturbate and take orders from you until we both come. I want to suck your dick and have you suck mine. I want to rub against you, both our dicks in my hand, squeezing them together. I want to lick at every inch of skin on your body, including your hole, and open you up with my tongue. And yes, I want my dick buried so deep inside you that we feel like one being. Or, if you prefer, I’d be happy for you to bury your dick inside me. To feel you inside me, touching every part of me. I want to know you and be with you in every way possible.”

Quinton stared at me. His dick was tenting his sweatpants, and I resisted the urge to smirk. I also (barely) resisted the urge to go over and do everything I had just talked about.

“Fuck, Liam,” he mumbled. “Then why…”

“We go at your pace, my little hellcat. I don’t really know what the human pace is, so I let you set it. I’m sorry if you wanted me to move faster or do something I haven’t,” I apologized. “The last thing I would ever want is for you to be upset.”

“You turned me down that time I offered you sex,” Quinton said. He was staring at me intently.

“You offered me your body, and only your body. I could tell that from your interaction. I don’t want only your body, Quinton.”

“What do you want?” he whispered.

I got up then, walking over to him. I took the cup from his hands and placed it on the island, then I wrapped my arms around him. I sniffed at the top of his head, breathing in his morning scent. It was sexy, and I tried not to let our hard cocks grind against each other. Perhaps that would come next, but this had to come first.

“I want all of you. I want your claws, and your morning breath, and your attitude. I want you smacking my hand, and laughing with me, and threatening to torture hellbound souls. I want you sitting at the computer with me and making snarky comments. I want everything, Quinton.” I kissed his head again, running my nose through his hair.

“You’re smelling me again, aren’t you, you freak,” Quinton murmured.

“Yup,” I admitted. “I love your smell. I love everything about you.”

“Do you?” He leaned back to look at me. “Do you really?”

There was a seriousness and a vulnerability to him that I rarely saw. He searched my face, and I felt like he was looking for something. Something about sex was on his mind, and he was supposed to ask me a question, but not a sex question. And he was asking if I loved everything about him, but I thought he wanted to know more than that.

Ahhh. “Are you asking if I love you?”

“What?” he sputtered. “No, of course not. It’s, like, way too soon for that. I mean we haven’t even had the boyfriend talk or?—”

I cut him off with a kiss. It seemed the most efficient way to stop his rant. Then I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you, my little hellcat. I love everything about you.”

He pulled back and looked at me, searching my face again. I thought his eyes even looked a little wet.

“And I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to have a boyfriend talk. I bit you,” I said.

He chuckled at me. “Ok, Sexy Stalker. Does that mean you’re my boyfriend in the hellhound world?”

“It means you are mine. My mate. My pack. Mine .”

“Does it?” he said, and I could feel claws in the question.

“And it means I am yours, Quinton. Only yours. And if you don’t want to be my mate, then we can… negotiate.”

He laughed at me, then he said, “I’ll think about it.” He was smiling, though, and I knew that was as good as a yes.

I leaned in to kiss him again. Our lips pressed together, and I took my time tasting him. He was still like bitter dark chocolate, and I was addicted to his taste. I licked my way into his mouth, gently exploring, and he did the same, our tongues tangling together. The kiss grew more frantic, and I grabbed his ass in my hands when he pushed himself into me. We were both hard and panting when he drew back.

“Toby said you guys have tails and knots and all sorts of weird but amazing hellhound sex shit,” Quinton muttered.

“Ahh. I see. Would you like my knot, Quinton?” I asked. The very thought was… fuck, yes.

He smirked as he stared at me. “Judging by the burning in your eyes you’d like it.”

“I would like whatever you would like, my little hellcat. I have never knotted anyone before. I wouldn’t think humans would normally find that polite, but I don’t think I’d be able to help myself with you,” I admitted.

“Never?” Quinton asked, rubbing against me. We both groaned at the friction.

“No. I have never used my tail on anyone before either. It comes from our demonic ancestry when it manifests in our human form, and it’s quite…dexterous.”

“Fuck, Sexy Stalker, are you trying to kill me?” Quinton whispered, then he kissed me fiercely, nipping at my bottom lip.

I growled low in my throat and nipped back, eventually kissing my way down his neck to the sound of his moans. “I can pleasure you however you want. Whatever you want, my little hellcat. I will do whatever you want, but if we have sex, I don’t think I’d be able to avoid knotting you.”

“Because you lurve me,” he said, jokingly.

“Yes,” I answered seriously, and I could admit to some nerves. I did want to please Quinton, and I had never knotted anyone before. Perhaps I should have spoken to Dexter and gotten some tips.

Quinton leaned back and looked at my face. He must have heard something in my voice, because his eyes searched mine, and eventually his mouth spread in a slow, sultry smile.

“Why, my sexy stalker, are you nervous?” he asked.

For whatever reason, the idea seemed to give him confidence, so I admitted, “Perhaps a little.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle.” And then he grabbed my hand and turned to go into the bedroom, pulling me along with him.

I followed willingly. When we reached the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed, and I leaned up on my elbows to watch him as he shut the door. He was the sexiest hellcat I had ever seen. I wanted him fiercely and desperately, and I was nervous. I didn’t want to scare him or hurt him. I wanted to give him nothing but pleasure.

“Oh, the big bad Sexy Stalker is nervous. That’s so cute, Liam. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll figure out exactly what to do with that monster in your pants.” He pointed to where my pants were tented from my erection.

He started to strip then. Yes, I’d seen him naked, but I would never grow tired of the sight. He was beautiful. He was petite and wiry, but he was all coiled energy, like his skin could barely contain his feisty nature.

“Well?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me when he was down to just his boxers.

I admit to staring stupidly at him. Well, what?

“Strip, Sexy Stalker,” he demanded, smirking again.

I was off the bed and tearing off my clothes in a matter of seconds. Quinton laughed at my haste. Yes, I liked things neat and orderly, but if I popped a button (or two) off my shirt in my rush, it would be worth it.

By the time I was naked, Quinton was sprawled out on his back on the bed, his legs spread. His cock was beautiful, jutting up and just begging for my tongue and hands. He’d pulled lube out and left it on the bed. At my stare, he dropped his legs open even wider, and I saw his hole peeking at me.

“Oh, my sexy stalker likes that, does he? Your eyes are on fire,” he said, giving his cock a leisurely stroke.

“On fire for you,” I growled, and my voice was lower, more guttural. My hellhound was close to the surface.

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Come make me feel good,” he demanded.

Demons, how I loved when my hellcat showed his claws. I hoped he unleashed them on me. I crawled up the bed toward him, stopping at his dick and giving it a long, leisurely lick. He threw his head back and moaned, and I swallowed him all the way down, feeling him in my throat. He tasted so fucking good.

I let my tail come out to play. I had never used it during sex before, although I knew it was usual to. I picked up the lube and soaked the tip, and the wetness felt good on my skin. I let my tail snake towards Quinton’s hole, lightly running it along his leg.

We both shivered at the contact, and his dick jumped in my mouth. I was gently bobbing up and down, taking him deep into my throat every so often.

“Fuck, is that your tail?” he groaned.

I growled in response, and my tail reached his hole. It flicked gently against him there, and it felt fucking amazing. It was sensitive at the tip—the best I could explain it was to compare it to the sensitivity of a nipple—and flicking it against his hole was incredibly arousing.

His cock filled up my mouth, and he was leaking precum, filling me with his taste. My hands gripped his thighs, and I reached one down to gently rub his balls. He felt so good in my hands and my mouth.

“Fuck, Liam, put it in,” he groaned.

I was nothing if not cooperative. I sank my tail into his heat, and fuck—I could feel it being squeezed. Warmth and pressure surrounded me, squeezing. He was all slick and tight. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, and his channel spasmed on me, making me growl out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Liam. Fuck, that feels good.”

I continued to suck on him as my tail pressed in, seeking that little bundle of nerves. When Quinton gasped out, I knew I’d found it, and my tail pressed against it. The pressure felt amazing on the tip, and if Quinton’s cry of pleasure was any indication, he enjoyed it as well.

“Fuck, stop, Liam. I’m gonna come. Fuck,” he yelled, pushing my head off of him.

I growled, mad to have my tasty treat taken away. Quinton looked down at me and chuckled at my outraged face.

“Get up here and fuck me, my sexy stalker. I want you inside me when I come.”

I crawled up his body, nipping at his nipples as I passed them. When I was even with his face, he grabbed my head in both his hands, looking into my eyes. He leaned up and kissed me gently.

“Knot me, Liam. Give me everything,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by my fiery mate. He was perfect in every way. “I love you, Quinton,” I growled, and then I was pressing against his hole with my dick.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re fucking big.”

I leaned down and bit onto his neck, right where there were marks already from my teeth. It was like his entire body relaxed in an instant, and I slid into him with no resistance. He was moaning and panting, but I heard and smelled no pain.

I was inside him. My cock was in his hole, and my teeth were in his neck, and I had to hold still for a moment so I didn’t come.

I was never letting him go. Not ever. He was mine forever now.