Page 44 of How to Hack a Hellhound
I may have actually blacked out for a second. I don’t even know, but it was like an out of body experience.
Eventually I came back to myself, cuddled in his arms, his lips gently pressing kisses onto my neck. Holy shit.
“You broke me,” I finally mumbled.
My sexy stalker chuckled and held me tighter. I basked in the afterglow, enjoying the cuddling.
That lasted about three minutes before my brain came back online. Liam had been out all night. Then I woke up to him and Aiden having some kind of moment. I had questions.
I tried, I really did, to keep my mouth shut. We were in our sex afterglow. Liam liked to cuddle. We had a passionate moment, and…
“Did you torture and kill people last night or what?” I blurted out. “Details, please, although not graphic ones.”
I braced myself for some grumbling, or a huff of annoyance, only Liam picked his head up and kissed my nose. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled.
I frowned at him. “I am not. I am attitude and sass. Violence incarnate, remember?”
“And it’s adorable,” he reiterated, kissing my lips gently this time. The urgency was gone, and it was just a soft and slow kiss.
And asshole that I was, I leaned back and smacked his shoulder. “Details!” I demanded.
Liam laughed again, and then he explained the night in detail (without the bloody bits, thank goodness). They’d gotten quite a bit of information from the guy, including most of his associates. There was one unknown who flew under the radar and was apparently quite smart about things, whereas these guys were apparently kinda stupid.
We pulled on boxers and migrated to the kitchen when my stomach started growling, and my sexy stalker put coffee on without even being asked. He fixed me a cup and got me a muffin of Aiden’s while he continued explaining.
It was all so fucking domestic. And sweet.
“What the fuck was going on with Aiden and you this morning?” I asked, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Ok, so I didn’t know how to handle domestic and sweet. It wasn’t even like I was jealous or anything—I did notat allthink that there was something weird between Aiden and Liam. I was happy to see Aiden hugging Liam. It meant Aiden accepted him and trusted him, and I wanted that. Because I trusted my sexy stalker, and I wanted him sticking around.
Despite my total trust, however, Liam looked sheepish. I crossed my arms. Oh, this was gonna be good, I could already tell.
“Ah, well, yes, I may have, ah, informed Aiden of some… complicated news from his life before his kidnapping, and the news was, perhaps, maybe, a wee bit distressing to him,” Liam admitted.
I just stared at him and raised my eyebrows.
“Toby has informed me that I cannot impart information I find while ‘spying’ on people who aren’t evil, but I don’t think he meant I should keep anything fromyou,” Liam said, like I was somehow special.
Which yeah, ok, gave me a little thrill. I raised my hand, though, cutting him off. “Aiden will tell me whatever he needs to about his life whenever he’s ready.” I didn’t need Liam blurting out Aiden’s secrets. “How distressed was he?” I asked.
“He may have hinted at leaving, but don’t worry, I let him know that I would follow him and bring him back. Not against his will, of course, because I know he has trauma. So I told him if he wouldn’t be willingly brought back, we would all just follow him around.” Liam actually looked proud of himself at that statement.
Fucking supernatural weirdos. “He’s not still thinking of leaving, is he?” I asked.
“No, he seemed to accept that. Then he leaked a bit and hugged me. It was odd but nice,” Liam admitted.
I stared at him.
“Did you just say ‘he leaked a bit’?” I asked.
“From his eyes,” Liam added helpfully.
For fuck’s sake.
Then Liam stuck my coffee cup under my face, saying, “More caffeine to go with your sass.”
I looked at him, but I swear he was totally sincere and being fucking sweet again. I huffed but grabbed the mug. “Fine. Let’s get to work, though. Take me to the batcave and let me see pics of all these guys.”
