Page 34 of How to Flirt with a Hellhound
“No need,” he said, chuckling lightly, and he let me slide down onto the floor, my legs incapable of holding me. He shifted me over at the last minute so I was sitting slightly to the side.
I was about to get indignant—I sure as fuck would return the favor, and I really wanted to get my mouth on his dick—only I noticed that his pants were undone and pulled slightly down.
He wasn’t fully hard anymore, but his dick was still a thing of glory. He was apparently a showeranda grower, and I almost giggled at the absurd thought. It was long and thick and the prettiest pink penis I had ever seen. The head glistened wetly, and I didn’t care that he wasn’t fully hard. I was no schlep in the blow job department. I would get him hard. Problem solved.
I managed to look up at his face, gauging whether he just wasn’t interested or was being considerate of my post-orgasm haze. He was staring at me intently, and I swear I fell a little in love with him just based on the look on his face. I don’t think anyone had ever looked at me with such passion and possessiveness. I felt like I belonged to Dex, and rather than it feeling creepy, it felt really fucking good.
“I want to…” I started, but he leaned in and kissed me gently. I could taste myself faintly on his tongue, and it was hot as hell knowing he had swallowed me down.
He leaned over to whisper in my ear, “You tasted so good, and you were so fucking beautiful in your pleasure that I couldn’t hold back. I promise you can return the favor next time.”
He… What? I looked over then, and yep, my kitchen floor had cum on it. Holy shit. Giving me head had made him come? Well that was hot as fuck. And next time? Yes please. I wassodown for next time.
I smiled stupidly at him, having no idea what to say. We were both sitting on my kitchen floor, dicks out, and apparently it was time for my awkwardness to kick in. What did I say now? Only before I could open my mouth to say who knows what, Dex tilted his head to the side, apparently listening to something.
He stood up then, sighed, and extended a hand to me, saying, “I think we’re going to have some company.”
I didn’t hear anything, but I took his word for it and managed to button and zip myself up while Dex did the same, both of us then getting our shirts back on. He didn’t seem terribly rushed, and he grabbed paper towels to clean the floor. It was then that I heard the sound of an engine coming up the drive and the faint hum of music. It only then occurred to me to get nervous—who was visiting?
As if Dex sensed my mood, he looked at me and said, “Don’t worry. They’re my… people.” He sighed then, grumbling something under his breath about timing.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. Kiss him goodbye? Ask him to text me? I put my hand up, ready to do something stupid with it, I’m sure, but he grabbed it and pulled me toward the front door.
Well, I guess I was about to meet some of Dex’s people, whatever that odd phrase meant. Friends? Family? Fellow serial killers? I guess I would find out.
Chapter 14
Dexter
Leave it to pack to show up at the most inconvenient times. Although I supposed they could have shown up when Toby was down my throat, and then I might’ve actually killed them.
Toby had been so sexy, so responsive, that I hadn’t been able to help touching myself. When I’d tasted him, my own orgasm had rushed through me, and my hellhound had been perilously close to the surface. I had the urge to devour him, to have him under me, submitting in the most sensual way possible. I wanted to be inside him in every way imaginable, causing him to make those sexy little sounds while I filled him up with my seed.
I supposed it was good I’d heard the faint sound of the car engine and the music, otherwise I wasn’t even sure what I would have done. My instincts seemed to be taking over with Toby, and I didn’t want to scare my pretty human.
As I grabbed his hand and led the way outside, I came to the conclusion that I was keeping Toby. Permanently.
I nodded to myself as that decision was made. I pondered for a moment whether that would be agreeable with Toby. He liked me. I turned him on. He liked his orgasm. He wanted to “return the favor” (like it had been a favor and not a magnificent treat). He trusted me.
It would be fine. I would just have to… not move too fast. Humans were weird about dating and stuff like that.
They had inconveniently short life spans, too, but Corbin might be able to help with that. And Jude would be able to help me navigate the whole human thing. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that those were the two packmates who were currently pulling into my driveway, either. I heard Toby humming along to the Beatles song Jude was playing, and I almost smiled. At least they could bond over music.
I pulled Toby close and tucked him under my arm as Jude shut the car off and his music stopped. I heard Corbin muttering, “Blackbirds are not corvids.”
Jude just happily laughed, both of them turning toward Toby’s porch and walking over. I suddenly felt a spark of protectiveness, and I sized up my packmates. Jude was slightly shorter than me, and his curly, light hair and easy smile made him seem more like a puppy than a hellhound. Corbin’s long, dark hair was up in some kind of man-bun, and he was slightly taller than both Jude and I. They were both muscular and fit, and they were probably considered sexy by others. They certainly seemed to draw both men and women to them.
Would Toby think they were sexy? I gripped Toby tighter, a low, subvocal growl emanating from my chest before I could stop it.
Both Corbin and Jude stopped walking, and I heard cawing from the trees. Corbin looked up at the crows and ravens that were, of course, perched there. They hadn’t been there earlier. Jude elbowed him in the side, though, before Corbin could do anything witchy, then he smiled at me.
“Hey Dex! Gonna introduce us toyour…friend?” Jude called out, emphasizing that Toby was mine.
It seemed to calm something in me, but Jude’s hesitation must have made Toby nervous, because I felt him tense up.I shook myself a bit. Jude and Corbin were pack. They were friends. They wouldn’t steal Toby away or hurt him. They would helpprotectToby.
And now I’d gone and fucked things up. I could sense Toby’s unease and… insecurity, maybe? I looked down at him, but he wouldn’t look at me, and he tried to pull away from under my arm. I wasn’t letting him go, though. Jude and Corbin observed the slightly awkward wrangling that ensued as I tried to grip him tighter and he tried to wiggle away. Jude looked like he was trying not to laugh, and Corbin had his head tilted inquisitively.
“He’s my boyfriend,” I blurted out, and at least Toby stopped struggling to be free from under my arm. In fact, he put a hand on my chest and looked up at me, his mouth slightly open in surprise.
