Page 23 of How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

Chapter 23

Quinton

A iden brought me coffee in bed, probably because he didn’t want to deal with my attitude. “I’m going to work, but I told Cassius you wouldn't be in,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Fuck, he was, like, up and dressed and showered already. Fucking morning people. I had a vague recollection of Dexter coming in and Liam leaving to go do research.

“Yeah,” I grumbled. “I wanna go see this through to the end.”

“I figured you would,” Aiden agreed. “I’m glad. I’m glad they’ll be saving people and shutting down this ring.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “It feels almost… I don’t know… like what do I do now? After I was kidnapped, revenge was all I could think about. Before that, I was just sort of… existing. What comes next?”

Aiden smirked at me. “Life. Life comes next, Q. Snarking at customers at the coffee shop, or finding a different job if you want, or even going back to school. Having sex with your supernatural boyfriend and snarking at him, because he loves it. Fending off Toby’s weird questions and awkward demands for friendship, and maybe even becoming friends.” Aiden shrugged. “It’s a pretty good life here, you know?”

“How did you get so smart?” I asked.

“Therapy,” he laughed. “Lots of therapy.”

With that, he got up and called goodbye as he went out the door to meet his ride for work. I sighed. It was a pretty good life. I supposed I had never really recovered from the death of my parents, and I had felt alone and without family. It had taken getting kidnapped, but I had managed to fall into a new family quite by accident.

In a weird way, getting kidnapped led me to a better life.

I scoffed at myself. None of that cheery shit. I was a beacon of grumpiness. I took a sip of my coffee and decided to go spread my snark to my sexy stalker. He always appreciated it.

I threw on clothes, grabbed the pastry Aiden had left me, and walked over to Liam’s house. Not surprisingly, he was in his batcave typing away.

“I’ve shut down all their accounts, and Corbin got the name of the overseas seller with relative ease, so I already contacted a pack in that country to deal with them. We have effectively shut down every part of the ring in this part of the country. The other pack assures me they’ll find the victims and take care of the human traffickers,” Liam said without even looking up. I’m sure he knew it was me by smell or something equally weird.

God, I loved the weirdo. And we were, like, bonded together. I was secretly thrilled. And he would never die on me. But…

“I’m going to die someday,” I announced.

Liam stopped typing and turned his chair around. He looked… guilty?

“What did you do, you weirdo?” I asked.

“Well, in mating and marking you, I may have actually tied your life to mine, so I believe you can no longer die,” he said, and then he looked at me anxiously. “If that isn’t what you want…”

I scoffed. “I’m not sure how I’ll manage to put up with you for all eternity, but somehow I’ll do it.” Then I climbed into my sexy stalker’s lap and gave him a kiss. “And what about the local victims? I swear I remember Dexter saying something about that at some ungodly hour.”

Liam gripped onto me with his hands as he replied. “Yes, all four were recovered. Jude and Atlas worked quickly. Jude dropped his recoveries at the sheriff’s office, so that’ll cause a bit of a stir, but…” Liam just shrugged.

“You all work fast, Sexy Stalker,” I murmured, leaning into his neck and giving him a sniff. What? He did it to me all the time.

He shifted under me. Oh, someone was turned on.

“Oh, my naughty stalker, are you horny with me sitting on your lap?” I whispered, giving his ear a little nibble.

He growled, and man, was that sexy. I would never get tired of that rumbly sound, especially during sex.

“So all the bad guys are caught, all the good guys are rescued or will be, and you’ve done your computer mojo and frozen funds or whatever,” I asked, turning on his lap so I was straddling him. Luckily the arms of the chair pushed back out of the way—gaming chairs were awesome—and this one was super wide and comfy.

“Yes. I’ve actually put the funds into accounts for the victims in order to facilitate their acclimation back into society,” he said. He had grabbed both my hips, and since I was on my knees and he was sitting, he was staring up at me for once.

“You did such a good job, Sexy Stalker,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him gently. It was kind of cool being higher than him.

He smirked at me. “That sounds suspiciously like a ‘good boy,’ and I’m not a dog.”

I laughed, and his face lit up in joy at the sound. I loved that I could make him happy just by being my snarky self. “I love you, Sexy Stalker.”

“I love you too, my little hellcat,” he said.

With that, I lowered down onto his lap so our hard-ons were pressing together. I gasped at the sensation, and I thrust against him lightly while I leaned in to kiss his lips. He took over the kiss in a matter of seconds, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer.

“I wanna get you all messy in your office, Sexy Stalker,” I moaned, biting at his neck as I continually thrust down into him, the friction delicious but not enough against my cock. “I’m gonna ride you until we’re both sexy messes.”

Liam growled under me, and I might have made my own little growly sound back. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, and the idea kind of gave me a little thrill. I hoped I had marks to look at in the morning, because apparently I was a little kinky and liked being marked by my man.

I slid off Liam’s lap, and he held on tighter for just a second before letting me go. Always so polite, my sexy stalker.

“Strip,” I ordered, pulling off my shirt. I got distracted watching him quickly but methodically undress, folding his clothes neatly despite his hard cock jutting out in front of him. He was so fucking sexy.

He came over and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them and my boxers down in one motion. He carefully lifted each leg to strip them off completely, pulling my socks off, too. Then he was sucking my cock into his mouth, and I moaned loudly at the feeling. God, his mouth was perfect. I wanted him inside me, though, so I stepped back and grabbed the lube I had put in his desk drawer.

He smirked at me, raising his eyebrows. Ok, so yes, I liked to be prepared. Besides, I was sure he knew I’d stuck the lube in there. Nothing got by my sexy stalker.

“You wanna ride me?” he growled out. God, I loved when I could tell his hellhound was close to the surface, like he couldn’t control himself because he wanted me so much. It was so hot, because Liam was all about being controlled.

I was the only one who could make him lose it, and I might have been more than a little proud of that fact.

“Yes,” I said, pouring lube into my hand and watching as he laid back. Ok, if he wasn’t complaining about me riding him on his office floor, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to, either. I straddled him and started to move my hand back to prep myself.

“Let me,” he grumbled, and I felt something dip into the lube on my hand. I looked over to see his tail. Oh fuck, yes. It was thinner than his dick at the tip but thicker than a finger, and it felt fucking amazing inside me.

I leaned down to kiss him, ass up in the air, my legs straddling him. I pressed my lips against his, and he nibbled at my lower lip. I gasped as his tail circled my hole and slid in just a tiny bit.

He continued to nibble at my lips as his tail writhed its way into my channel. I could only gasp and moan against his lips. Fuck, his tail was so fucking good. It found my prostate and pressed against the bundle of nerves, and my whole body quivered at the sensation. Liam chuckled against my lips.

“Asshole,” I moaned, but he just pressed into the bundle again, making me gasp. Then his tail was undulating inside me, stretching me open. Fuck, this was the perfect way to get prepped.

I ground my dick against his, both of us groaning at the sensation, and his tongue licked into my mouth while his tail pumped into me. Fuck. It felt so good, but it wasn’t long before I needed more. I wanted to be full of him.

“Need your dick,” I moaned.

His tail withdrew slowly, and I felt empty. I sat up and angled my hips up to take his cock in. He held onto my hips to support me, and I grabbed onto his dick to slide it in. I slowly lowered myself down, and we both gasped when he penetrated me.

“Fuck, Liam. I love having you inside me.”

“I love you, hellcat,” he growled, and his eyes were on fire for me.

I sank lower, filling up with him, until I was seated on his lap. God, I was full, but I wanted his knot. I wanted to be filled even more.

I pressed my hands against his chest, and I started riding him, pumping myself up and down, angling myself so he was hitting my spot every time. He thrust up into me as I slid down, and we were perfectly in rhythm.

“Want more. Want to be full with your knot,” I panted.

He smirked at me and pulled me toward him a bit, throwing our rhythm off. I growled at him in frustration, but he just smiled wider. “Patience, hellcat,” he murmured.

He held me still, and I felt something tickling at my hole where his cock was inside me.

“Ohmygod, Liam,” I hissed out. It was his tail. Holy shit, it was his tail.

“Do you want to feel really full, my little hellcat?” he purred, and the tip of his tail slid in next to his cock.

I could barely support myself, and I definitely couldn’t move, because, holy shit, it was so much. I gasped and panted as his tail slid further in, stretching me, rubbing against me.

“So fucking tight and hot,” Liam groaned.

“Fuck. Fuck,” was all I could manage to get out.

His tail pushed in, and it found that bundle of nerves again. I don’t even know what sound came out of my mouth, but Liam groaned as I spasmed around him. Fuck, his tail was pushing into my prostate, and I was filled up with him. He thrust his hips up into me, and without even touching myself, I was coming. My body exploded in bliss, and I was mewling as cum shot out of my dick.

“Oh god, Liam. Oh god. Love you,” I cried out.

“Love you, hellcat,” he answered, and then his tail was sliding out, he was rolling us over, his cock still inside me, and I had barely a moment to be thankful he had a nice plush carpet before he was pounding into me.

It was almost too much—I was sensitive, like a bundle of exposed nerves, but Liam leaned down and bit into my neck, and suddenly the slight pain turned to nothing but pleasure. I felt him grow bigger inside me as his thrusts slowed down, and the sensation was otherworldly inside of me. He bit harder, and it was like his bite activated my second orgasm, because my whole body was spasming and shaking, and I was crying out in pleasure again.

When my orgasm finally ended, it felt like eons later. Liam was still thick and hard inside me, but he wasn’t moving. He let go of my neck and leaned over to kiss my lips.

“Hey, I didn’t pass out this time, although my body may be broken,” I muttered. “How long am I stuck with your dick?”

He chuckled, and the vibrations sent little sparks through my body as his cock flexed slightly inside me. Oh. Oh my, that felt nice. I gave a leisurely little shifting of my hips, and Liam’s eyes flared.

“Hmm, maybe round two will be in order, although I want a bed next time,” I demanded.

Liam chuckled again. “I love you so much, my little hellcat. And that can definitely be arranged.”

“You think you can carry me into the bedroom with your cock still inside me?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Because, yeah, that sounded like it could be fun.

“Ah, I think we can definitely try,” he growled out, and there were flames burning in his eyes.

“Ok, in just a minute,” I whispered, and I leaned my nose up into his neck, gently rubbing his back and luxuriating in having him surround me.

And if I happened to sniff him a little?

Well, he fucking smelled good. My sexy hellhound.