Page 26 of How to Hack a Hellhound
“And don’t forget sex,” Quinton muttered under his breath.
I raised my eyebrows at him, giving him an up and down look. Did he want morning sex? He hadn’t been having any, but maybe he wanted it now? I would be happy to provide for him if that was what he needed. He blushed at my perusal, which was rather adorable.
Aiden was amused. “Did you break him? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Quinton blush, and you should have heard how that one guy propositioned him at the coffee shop. He didn’t even bat an eyelash before he told the guy what he could do instead. I think everyone else in the vicinity blushed, but not Quinton.”
Quinton was frozen in place, but Aiden seemed ok. He motioned me in and went to sit down on the couch, and Ifollowed him into the living room. I heard Quinton start to move after me and smiled again. Aiden saw it, and looked between us assessingly.
He patted the seat next to him, saying, “Q?”
Quinton sat next to him, and I sat in the armchair catty corner to the couch. Aiden watched me as he snuggled up next to Quinton, who automatically put an arm around him. He laid his head on Quinton’s shoulder, still staring at me. I wasn’t sure why.
“So, you’ll be our new sort-of roommate,” Aiden said.
“Yes, if that’s how you’d like to think of it. Everyone here will protect you both, though,” I added.
Aiden gave Quinton a kiss on the cheek, which made Quinton look vaguely confused. He really was adorable. His hair was still a bit mussed, and although he was beautiful when he put on eyeliner, he looked softer with a fresh face. I knew he had claws, though, and I thought again of his comment about sex. I’d love to have his claws on my back or my thighs. He was incredibly sexy sitting there in pajama pants and a t-shirt, slightly mussed. It made me want to muss him up even more, which was kind of funny, considering I tended to hate things messy.
Aiden snorted to himself, and I looked back at him. He gently smacked Quinton in the arm. “I see how it is,” he murmured.
“What?” Quinton asked.
Aiden snorted again. “I’m going outside to take a walk. It isn’t that cold out today, and Jude said the property is protected. How far does that reach?” he asked me.
“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. I did have cameras and trackers set up on much of the protected land and on all of our land, plus Atlas was apparently out there. “I would say the woods are safe. I wouldn’t go beyond them, though, although I doubt you’d walk that far anyway.”
Aiden smiled. “No. There’s, like, acres and acres back there. I’m just gonna explore a bit and leave you two to chat.” He went and grabbed a coat and hat, and on his way out, he added, “You need to announce your presence when you come in so we know who’s here. We both do that. I’ll be sure to do that as well. Announce my return. Loudly. But I’ll probably be gone for a bit. I feel like a nice long walk.”
I was unsure why Aiden gave us so much information, but he just smirked at Quinton as he went out the door, which made Quinton blush again.
I wondered if he would blush like that if I kissed him.
He looked back at me, then he rolled his eyes and seemed to find his claws again. “You can’t just keep looking at me like that!” he demanded.
“Like what?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes at me. “Like you want to rip my clothes off.”
“I would never rip your clothes. Unless that’s something you’d like, that is,” I answered. I realized after I said it that the phrase was probably not literal, but Dexter and Toby had ripped some clothes during sex, so I wasn’t really sure.
He smiled at me, and I swear it was a little fond. “Alright, Creepy Stalker, if there’s no morning sex going on, let’s start digging into Marcus and his cronies.”
“Is morning sex something you would like to happen first?” I asked.
This entire visit was rather confusing. We’d gotten onto the topic of sex, and Aiden, who I was supposed to be here to meet, had left, and I wasn’t really sure what was expected of me. I would love to have sex with Quinton, but Jude had given me a lecture about how I couldn’t jump into sex with human packmates like they were some ‘randos’ we were getting off withfor ‘funsies.’ Still, surely a little interaction wouldn’t be bad manners. After all, if Quinton was in need…
“I would be glad to provide you with a release, if you’d like one,” I said.
Quinton smiled, all teeth, and got up from the couch, stalking toward me. I had the distinct feeling that my little hellcat was on the hunt, and somehow I had turned into the prey. I sat very still, waiting to see what he would do.
He climbed onto my lap, his legs on either side of mine. My hands came up automatically to hold his back, and he lifted himself onto his knees so my hands were on his ass and he was looking down at me.
He was so fucking beautiful. It took my breath away. His spirit was a flame, burning into my very core. I felt my hellhound stirring, and I was sure my eyes were flames, but I couldn’t help it. I stayed very still, not wanting to startle Quinton. He just put his hands on both sides of my face, though.
“Look at you. You’re so put together in your slacks and dress shirts, every hair in place”—he ran his hands through my hair at that, purposely mussing it—“but there’s fire. I didn’t know you wanted me.”
I stared at him. He looked predatory, but also somehow vulnerable. This sex kitten was not the Quinton I knew. Yes, this was the Quinton from his social media pages. This was probably the Quinton who went clubbing, but this wasn’t the Quinton I watched every day.
He was staring at me, waiting. I didn’t move a muscle.
