Page 43 of How to Trust a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #4)

Josh

I was floating in sensation, everything fuzzy with pleasure and Wilder’s voice. I mewled in protest when he pulled me off his dick—I wanted him in my mouth, needed to taste him, and he laughed, a sexy, throaty sound that made my cock jerk.

His tail was still in my ass, but it was just filling me up now, no longer pressing and undulating against my prostate.

“Do you want me inside you, Mei Ume?” Wilder asked, and I had the sense that it wasn’t the first time he’d asked me. My head was nodding, but he wanted words.

Words were hard; I felt too good. But I wanted to please Wilder.

“Yes. Please,” I murmured, leaning back toward his dick.

He held me steady, though, then lifted me up by my shoulders.

I rose shakily, and somehow he kept his tail steady in my ass, making me moan.

My legs could barely support me, and I leaned into him when I was standing.

He rumbled steadily, caressing my skin and holding me up.

I floated on a sea of pleasure as he leaned down to kiss me, taking control of my mouth.

I let him lead, staying soft and compliant because I could be nothing else. I was Wilder’s. All Wilder’s. I wanted him to use me in whatever way he wanted to.

He led me toward the bed and eased me down, face up, still giving me kisses and occasional nips that sent zings through my body.

And his tail… holy shit, his tail. It stayed inside me, keeping me filled up, but he barely moved it. It was a steady pressure that felt amazing and kept me floating in my sea of pleasure.

When he had me splayed out under him, he began to work over my nipples.

I groaned and thrust my hips against his tail, fucking myself on him.

His teeth and lips were exquisite torture on one nipple while his fingers tweaked, pinched, and lightly twisted the other.

I couldn’t keep still, each spark of light pain sending pleasure to my dick.

“Wilder!” I cried out as he sucked on one nipple steadily, a constant, aching pressure that felt amazing.

“Yes, Mei Ume?” he asked, pulling off, his voice husky. “What do you want, my mate?”

“You inside me,” I panted.

His tail thrust against my prostate, making my hips rise off the bed. I moaned uncontrollably as he began thrusting in and out, hitting my spot with each thrust.

“Oh god, Wilder!”

“So beautiful. You are my treasure. Such a good boy for me,” he murmured.

“Wilder, please!” I begged.

“What, Mei Ume? What do you want?” he asked again.

“Your knot, Wilder. I want you to knot me and fill me up,” I groaned.

He kissed me, his mouth devouring mine. His tail went deeper, and I arched up, gasping. He leaned down and bit my neck, and my hands gripped him, my nails digging into his back.

“So perfect. Mark me up, just like I’m going to mark you up,” Wilder murmured in my ear before giving the lobe a bite .

I felt raw, like every nerve ending was exposed, and each bite was a bright spark that lit up my whole body. Wilder’s tail slid out of me, and I whined in protest.

“I know, Mei Ume, I know,” he murmured.

I could feel him lining himself up to enter me. His dick was slick, and I had no idea when he’d gotten lube and didn’t much care if he didn’t use it. I wanted the burn and the pressure. I wanted the spark of pain that slid into endless pleasure when he filled me up.

He teased at my entrance, and when the head slid in, I thrust my hips down, taking him all in and crying out at the sensation. Wilder groaned in my ear as my body spasmed around him.

“Yes, mate, take me in. Take what you need from me,” he murmured.

He flipped us over, putting me on top, and I sank even further onto his dick, the burn and fullness taking all my attention.

“So beautiful,” Wilder said again, holding gently onto my hips.

I took a moment to adjust, reveling in the feel of him inside me. Then I began to move, sliding myself up and down as we both moaned in pleasure. I rested my hands on his chest to get better leverage. He shifted his hips a bit, and with that, he hit my prostate, making me gasp.

He smiled at my gasp, his eyes hooded, his face lax with pleasure, and I felt so good that I was making him feel that way. I was bringing him that pleasure. He used his hands on my hips to help guide me, thrusting up to meet my down thrusts, and I was lost in the sensations.

His body was hot and firm beneath me, my cock was bobbing up and down, hard and aching, and my ass was full of Wilder. I couldn’t stop the little noises coming out of me, and Wilder hummed in appreciation, murmuring how beautiful I was, how perfect I was, how good I was.

I wanted the moment to last forever, because it was all bliss.

His tail came around and wrapped around my dick.

I cried out; I wasn’t going to last. His tail wound around me, squeezing my cock and gently pulling on it.

The pressure in my hole, the steady thrust against my prostate, and the squeezing of my cock sent me over the edge.

I came with a shout, my whole body going lax on top of Wilder.

He thrust up into me as I continued to come, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

His tail milked the last of my orgasm from me, and then he effortlessly flipped us so I was underneath him, lifting my hips with one hand so we were angled together.

I groaned as his tail loosened around me, but it held onto my cock lightly. I was still somehow hard, and the pleasure was on the verge of being too much. Every nerve felt like it was exposed, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred. I wanted to pull away and yet I never wanted it to stop.

Wilder thrust into me, chasing his own pleasure, and I grabbed onto his back, my nails digging in and urging him on. His head rested against my shoulder, and I leaned up and bit his neck, hard, just like he had done to me. He moaned out, and I felt his cock growing thicker.

“Please, Wilder,” I moaned. “Knot me.”

He groaned again, and his movements slowed as he got thicker and thicker inside me. I thrust my hips against him, moaning.

“I’m so full, Wilder, so full of you. Feels so good.”

“Yes, Mei Ume, you take me so well. Such a good boy, taking everything, giving me so much pleasure. You feel so good around me,” he murmured.

His words sent arcs of pleasure through my whole body, and when he bit down on my neck, I felt another orgasm wash over me, my body shaking with it. It went on and on, like a soft wave washing through my entire body.

Eventually he stilled, his cock still full and heavy inside me, and he rolled us so I was on top again. I groaned in protest—I had enjoyed his weight on top of me. I felt like I might fly apart if he wasn’t there to press me down.

He seemed to know, because he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. I relaxed against his chest, pressing little kisses and licks on his skin, tasting the smoky, salty essence of him.

He kissed the top of my head, his hands rubbing down my back, pressing me into him, soothing me. He continued to mutter words of praise, and I floated for a while, sated and warm and still full of Wilder.

Eventually the pressure eased, Wilder’s knot going down. At some point his tail had let my cock go. I gave a sound of protest as his softening cock slid free and I felt a trickle of cum leaking out. He hugged me tighter, and his tail slid into my hole, making me hum in happiness.

“Do you like that, Mei Ume? Keeping me inside you?” he whispered.

“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, incapable of more words.

He chuckled, continuing to run his hands on my skin and softly kiss my head. He murmured more soft words to me, and I floated in a haze of pleasure. I felt myself drifting off, my eyes and body heavy.

“I love you,” I murmured against his chest.

“And I love you, Mei Ume,” he murmured back.

I let his hands and his voice soothe me into sleep.

I drank my coffee, which I had made for both of us—Wilder and the coffee maker were still not friends—and stared at the computer in front of me. Wilder had gone out and checked on everyone while I’d been busy, but he was back now, sitting across the table from me and staring at me .

“What?” I muttered.

“You’re adorable when you’re deep in numbers,” Wilder commented.

I blushed but didn’t look up. I was not going to be distracted, and looking at Wilder’s sexy form sprawled in the chair was definitely a distraction.

I clicked back into the spreadsheet that had the notes Q and Liam had made about the missing money.

There was something niggling at me, and I hummed in frustration.

“You really don’t need to worry about that, Mei Ume,” Wilder stated.

I looked up at him. “It’s a fortune, and it’s missing. I totally do need to worry about it. It’s really rightfully Aiden’s now, anyway.”

“He won’t care about the money,” Wilder answered.

I hummed, because that was probably true.

“Besides, we already have a fortune,” he said casually.

I did look up then, raising my eyebrows.

Wilder shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I forget sometimes. I’ve been around since time began.”

I snorted. “Gives a new meaning to age gap,” I mumbled.

Wilder winked at me. “You want to call me Daddy?”

“More like great, great, great, great granddaddy,” I answered, laughing.

Wilder laughed with me, and when our chuckles faded he added, “I mean it, though. We don’t need the money. We have more than we know what to do with. We periodically give it away to charities to offload funds. Too much money draws attention, and we don’t want that.”

I looked back at my computer, the thought still niggling in my brain. “Yeah, well, then you could give this money to charity. Better that than some cult getting a hold of it,” I answered.

I picked up my phone and called Q, that thought continuing to niggle. He answered on the second ring.

“What?” Q asked. Typical Q, no greeting, just a snarky “What. ”

“Do you have the guy’s cell phone?” I asked.

“Sure, but we broke into his password service where he kept the passwords of literally everything, and the stupid bank passwords were not there,” Q answered.

“Can you bring it over?” I asked.

Q sighed dramatically, like I wasn’t a quick walk from him, and muttered that he was on his way.

I looked back at the computer, finding the banks that the accounts were in.

I had IBAN numbers for the accounts—there were five of them in total, so I had the names of the banks and the account numbers, but that didn’t get me into their secure servers to transfer funds.

We wouldn’t want to close the accounts, just slowly drain them to insignificant amounts.

Honestly, if we could donate it to charities, that would be even better. Funds sent to a lot of different charities wouldn’t lead back to us in any way if it did catch anyone’s attention, and people with large funds donated money all the time for the tax write-offs.

Q, Liam, Aiden, and Fluffy showed up about twenty minutes later.

I gave Fluffy a look as he walked in. “No flames,” I insisted.

Fluffy panted in reply, and Liam snorted. I shot him a look and he sobered up, trying to look like he hadn’t just been mocking his brother. I continued to glare until he held out the phone like a peace offering, smiling at me.

“Mmmhmmm. You all can sit down and relax or leave, but there will be no fighting,” I declared.

I could see Wilder’s smile behind his coffee cup, but I ignored it as everyone sat around the living room and started chatting. Wilder went to join them, giving me a kiss on the head as he walked by.

Predictably, they all started chatting about yesterday’s events, and apparently they wanted more details on exactly what had happened. Sebbie had told a great story to the police, but we’d all seen Thea stab the woman in that basement. There was no way Sebbie could have missed it.

Of course, she also hadn’t bled, and then there was some other freaky supernatural stuff that happened, but I was choosing to remain blissfully ignorant on all that. They were hellhounds, they did hellhound stuff, and we were all fine. That was all that mattered.

I tuned out their chatter and looked at the phone, scrolling through the apps.

I didn’t think this guy had ever cleaned out his cell phone.

I went into each folder full of apps, and I scrolled through the google drive as well.

There were a lot of docs and spreadsheets to go through, and I’d come back to them if I needed to. Before that, I tried the notes app.

I snorted. Yup, there were a few notes saved, but the most recent one was a mess, to put it lightly. It was like a hallway closet that you shoved everything imaginable into so it was out of sight when guests came over.

There were random log-ins, half of what looked like a packing list, a list of movie recommendations, notes that made little sense out of context, two drafts of emails, dates and appointments, a list of hotels…

it just went on and on. I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, amazed that he could find anything in the chaos.

Eventually, near the bottom, there were five twelve digit numbers. Beneath that, there were two words and a string of numbers with no spaces.

If the guy weren’t dead, I would have to have a serious talk with him. Did he seriously use the same password for all five bank accounts, and then write it in his notes app? I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, because people were idiots about protecting their online finances, but still…

I went into each bank based on the account numbers, and I used his first and last name as username and the password he had written down. That didn’t work, so I tried his first and last name with the number one after it.

Jackpot.

I went through each account, and the sign-in and passwords were all the same. I snorted in amusement, and I heard silence. I looked over at the living room, and everyone was staring at me.

“So, Aiden, what do you plan to do with your millions of dollars?” I asked.