Page 19 of How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

Chapter 19

Quinton

F uck, he was big, but the minute his teeth sank into my neck, it was like my whole body just loosened up and let him in.

Holy shit, I had never felt so full. He was still for a minute, probably to let me get used to him, but fuck, I wanted him to move.

“Fuck me, Liam,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up and moaning as he flexed inside me.

Ok, so I was being snarky as hell, but Liam just chuckle-growled and began slowly moving inside me. Fuck, he was rubbing against my prostate, and I was already so fucking close to the edge from his mouth and his tail.

Because, yeah—that tail. We were definitely doing that again. Maybe while I had his dick in my mouth at the same time.

I groaned again just thinking about it. His dick slowly slid in and out, rubbing against my insides, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

And fuck, he said he loved me. He said he fucking loved me, and then he was all, like, shy and sweet and almost nervous or something. It made me totally not nervous. Because this was Liam . He was my sexy stalker. He would only ever protect me, and he would only ever make me feel good.

I scratched at his back with my nails, because I wanted him to fucking pound into me, and he chuckled again.

“Yes, my little hellcat, mark me with your claws,” he growled.

I dug in harder with my nails, urging him in deeper. “Faster, Liam. More,” I demanded.

He thrust into me hard, and I swear I actually saw stars. He angled his hips a little, and holy shit, he was steadily pounding into my prostate.

I think I was literally mewling. Currents of pleasure were traveling from my core up into my spine. My scalp even fucking tingled, it felt so good. My dick was pressed between our bodies, and it was barely getting any friction, but every little rub against it just made more pleasure shoot up into my body. My legs spasmed, and I couldn’t stop the sounds I was making.

Liam growled against me, and then, holy fuck, his teeth bit into that mark on my neck again. Was it tied to my fucking dick? Was that some kind of hellhound magic? Because every ounce of pleasure magnified, and I came, unable to stop the cry that poured from my lips.

“Liam! Oh god, Liam!”

He bit harder, and something inside me broke open, bliss pouring out. My dick jerked and spurted cum, and my eyes squeezed so tightly shut that white spots danced behind my lids. It was so much pleasure. It was too much.

Then, somehow, he got fucking bigger .

“Holy fucking shit, Liam, what the fuck?” I cried out. I dug my heels into the back of his legs so he couldn’t pull out, and I scratched my nail down his back again. Because holy fuck, it felt amazing.

He was still biting me and gently moving, and he was all swollen inside me, and was this a fucking knot? Because… Fuck. Every little slight movement of his hips had him rubbing against my channel and pushing into my prostate, and it was extreme.

I was going to die. Could you die from orgasming? Because Liam was going to kill me with pleasure.

I cried out again when he thrust in deeply. My whole body shook, and I was gasping for air. I was so fucking full . It almost hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. It was like there was only Liam’s cock in my hole and every other part of me was just an extension of that.

I came again, hard, and Liam growled, and I swear I could feel his cum pumping into me, which only made me whine louder, my orgasm extending. He was still biting into my neck, our bodies rubbing together, and I felt heat lick along my body like a tongue. I opened my eyes and thought there were blue flames dancing on us both, but I couldn’t focus because sensation was overwhelming me.

“I love you, Liam. Fuck, I love you,” I cried out, and then I was lost to pleasure.

“I think you fucked me to death,” I mumbled when I awoke, wrapped in Liams’ arms. Based on the tiny sliver of light I could see in the crack between the curtains, I thought it must be morning.

I took stock. I felt… really fucking good. My ass was a little bit sore, but in that I-had-great-sex way. I didn’t feel sticky either, so Liam must have cleaned us up when I dozed off. I almost had a vague memory of that happening. My body felt warm and cozy, and I snuggled in, ready to go back to sleep.

Then my eyes popped open. Liam loved me. He had said it. And I was like 99.99% sure that I had said it back in a cum-induced haze.

Liam sniffed and then growled against my back. “Why are you worrying?”

I turned around to face him and smacked him gently on the chest. “Hey, no sniffing my feelings, you weirdo.”

Oddly, he smiled at that.

Fucking weirdo.

He kissed my lips, and I didn’t even have time to yell at him about morning breath. Not that he had morning breath, because apparently hellhounds were fucking perfect like that.

“You told me you loved me,” I blurted out.

“I do love you,” he answered, snuggling me tighter and kissing my head.

I batted him away, leaning back to stare at him.

“Why the fuck would you do that? I’m fucking grouchy. I’m prickly. I don’t like morning snuggles. I’m an asshole,” I muttered.

“I love your claws, hellcat. And I love your asshole,” he said, smiling at me. “And I don’t want you changing even the tiniest bit, and I don’t care if you can’t say it back, but I’ll still tell you.”

I sighed. I felt like I needed to explain. “I’m not using this as an excuse, because I’ve always been kind of an asshole. My parents used to joke that I had mastered sarcasm by the age of three. But I had a good childhood, and I had friends, and my parents loved me and told me all the time, and I told them too. And then they died.”

Liam just lay there watching me patiently. I didn’t see pity in his gaze, and I was glad, because that might have sent me straight into attitude mode.

“It was a car crash. I was an only child, and we didn’t have any other close family. So after the funeral, I moved away. I worked, I took college classes here and there, and I partied and didn’t let anyone close, because people you love sometimes died, and I didn’t want to deal with that ever again.” I looked at Liam, and he was still calmly staring at me.

“I won’t ever die on you, Quinton,” he said calmly. “I’m a hellhound.”

I snorted. “Leave it to you to focus on that.”

“If I told you I was sorry for your loss, or that I understand you have trauma, and that I love you just the way you are, you would claw my eyes out.”

I smacked him in the chest and then burrowed into him when he chuckled. Yeah, I might have even been a little teary. Liam was so fucking perfect.

So of course I got snarky. “What about you, weirdo? What’s your tragic past? Do you even have parents, or were you spawned from fire or some other weird shit?”

Liam chuckled again, and he started rubbing my back. “We all have parents. Well, except for Wilder, who raised us. He’s first generation and left hell, but the rest of us were born on Earth.”

I leaned back and looked at him. Yup, he was serious.

“My upbringing before Wilder was… fine. My hellhound father raised me—I didn’t know my mother. He was first generation as well, and they tend to be loners, I think. It seems like most packs are made up of second gen hellhounds. He taught me how to hunt and how to pass for a well-mannered human. When he heard there was a first gen hellhound who was taking in kids to “train” them, he dropped me off with Wilder.” Liam seemed totally calm as he talked about it.

“So your dad just, like, fucking left you with some stranger?” I asked, pissed as hell for him.

“Wilder was a hellhound. He knew I wouldn’t be hurt,” Liam answered.

“Fuck that. He was your dad . He shouldn’t have just fucking… abandoned you. Jesus, did he even check in on you? Come back to see how you were doing?” I demanded.

“Why would he?” Liam asked, and he seemed genuinely confused.

“Oh, fuck that,” I grumbled. “What a fucking asshole. Who just leaves their kid with a stranger and doesn’t even check on them? No wonder you’re more comfortable interacting with computers than people. Your father sounds like a fucking heartless robot.”

Liam hugged me tighter, and I let him, running my nails gently across his back. I think he actually started purring at the sensations.

Finally, he answered, “My father wasn’t cut out to raise a child. He didn’t have much emotion, you’re right. He gave me to Wilder, and I got a real father and brothers and a pack. It was the best gift he could have given me.”

He seemed content to leave it at that, but I wondered how often he’d been told he was loved. He said it so freely to me, and yet I was all shifty about saying it to him. My parents had told me all the time how much they loved me, and I’d told them in return. And I did love Liam. If I lost him, it would feel like a piece of my heart was cut out. I owed it to him to get over my stupid hesitance and give him what he probably hadn’t had from many people. Because yeah, he probably knew I loved him, but hearing the words was special.

I leaned back, looked Liam in the eyes, and said, “I love you, my sexy stalker.” Then I kissed him, morning breath be damned.

Eventually, we got up and made some coffee and breakfast. Or rather, Liam made coffee and breakfast while I hopped in the shower. He filled me in on the rest of the interrogation while we ate. He was going to do some more of his computer magic, and as much as I would have liked to watch, I had told Cass I would come in for a shift.

Liam offered to drop me off, and I texted Aiden to make sure he was already there. He was—Jude had dropped him off this morning. He made sure to mention that we’d been sleeping when he came back, so at least he hadn’t come in for some crazy sex noises. Not that I’d really be embarrassed, because I think my embarrassment meter was broken, but I didn’t want Aiden traumatized or anything.

Liam dropped me off with a kiss and a “Have a good day. Love you.”

I think I might have even been smiling when I walked in the shop.

“Oh god, did you kill someone?” Steph asked when I walked in. She was a snarky asshole just like me, and I loved her for it.

“I have a boyfriend,” I smirked.

“Did you kill him?” she shot back. Then, “Fuck—everyone has a dating life but me. It’s fucking pathetic. You’re a grumpy asshole.”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

She laughed. “Ok, yeah, I’m a grumpy asshole too.”

With that, we got to work, and it didn’t take long for my grumpy assholeness to come back. Because—people. The world would be such a nice place without people in it.

I checked on Aiden in the back when there was a break in the rush, and he was happily baking and listening to music. I probably needed to talk to him at some point about Liam being in our space so much. He didn’t seem to mind it at all, but it never hurt to check in.

I was thinking that when I went through the swinging door back into the shop, and I almost ran into Cassius, who grabbed onto my arm. He got all funny looking for a second, and then he pulled me over to the side.

Oh boy. “Listen, if some great aunt that’s dead has something to say about my life, I really don’t need to know,” I said.

He just chewed on his lip and stared at me. I shuffled from foot to foot. He was starting to make me nervous. He looked super serious. Was I gonna get fired or something? What the fuck?

“Just spit it out, Cass,” I grumbled.

He breathed a sigh out. “What if… what if you knew something bad was going to happen to someone. Something… unpleasant. But you could stop it from happening.”

“Well then I’d stop it from happening,” I said. I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about.

“But,” he added, “what if you stopped it, and then someone really evil got away because of your actions, and they hurt more people. What if the something bad happening was the only way to stop the bad person?”

I stared at Cassius. He was totally fucking serious, and I had the definite feeling we weren’t talking about a hypothetical situation here.

“How bad is the something bad? Are we talking death and dismemberment kind of bad?” I asked.

“No. No, not that bad, because death, dismemberment, and rape are not in this person’s future. But still, we’re talking scary and traumatic and fucked up,” Cass answered, looking totally serious.

I thought hard for a moment. Did I want anyone to go through something scary and traumatic and fucked up? No, of course not. But I thought about myself. I had gone through that, and it had ended up bringing down Marcus and his crew. It would hopefully save others. Toby had gone through some scary shit with his stalker, and it had saved Aiden.

That was what sealed the deal for me, because to think that Aiden could be dead or still locked up with that psycho who took him for a year? I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I knew Aiden wouldn’t wish that on anyone either. He was the sort of selfless person who would give themselves up to save someone else.

“Then you should let the bad thing happen, especially if it will save other people. That’s what I would do,” I answered.

Cass let go of my arm and nodded his head, but he looked hesitant and vaguely… guilty?

I went back to work. I couldn’t think about Cass’s weirdness or it would drive me insane, and I couldn’t worry about something bad happening to someone I cared about. For all I knew, Cass might even be talking about me and the past. That seemed to make sense to me. Maybe he had known what would happen somehow, and he hadn’t stopped it and felt guilty. It had led to bad people being stopped, but I’m sure he would still feel guilty.

I knew I was reaching, because he hadn’t even known me then, so I put it out of my head and made coffee for stuck-up assholes. Not that they were all stuck-up assholes. Some of the regulars were pretty cool people who found my attitude vastly amusing.

A couple hours passed when my phone rang, and I stepped off to the side to take it out. The number looked vaguely familiar, and I answered.

“Hello?”

“Oh my gosh, Q, is that you? Man, how are you?” A familiar voice said. Before I could place it, Steph started up the espresso machine.

“Hold on,” I said into the phone, and then I gestured my phone at Steph. She nodded, and I headed into the back, but Aiden had the giant mixer running, so it wasn’t any quieter back there. I rolled my eyes and walked out the back door.

“Hey,” I said into the phone. “Who is this?”

I didn’t get an answer before a canvas bag was pulled over my head. I took a deep breath in to scream, but a sickly sweet smell overwhelmed me, making me feel nauseous and dizzy.

“Liam,” I muttered, trying to call out, and then blackness pulled me under.