Page 49 of How to Hack a Hellhound
For a guy who could talk about dismemberment and methods of death, he sure was shy when it came to sex.
“Yes, Liam and I had sex,” I said. I figured it was best to get it out of the way.
“Ohmygod! I knew it! I mean, he marked you and all, and are their tails not the best thing ever? And that knot! Holy fuck! I haveneverhad better sex in all my life! I mean, thank god we’re mates and tied together permanently, because after that many orgasms riding his knot, I think I’ve been ruined for all other men! It’s fantastic, isn’t it?” Toby gushed.
Only I was confused as hell. Tails? Knots? Mates? Tied together for life?
Toby just kept gushing about Dexter’s knot hitting all the right spots and the magic of tails, and I nodded along. Eventually he wound down, and he must have realized I hadn’t responded much.
He laughed a little self-consciously. “Anyway, welcome to the pack, Q. We’ll have to get together a lot more!”
“Yeah. I gotta go check on Aiden, though,” I said.
“Oh, okay, yeah. Dexter just got back, so I was on my way to him, but I wanted to stop by.” Toby laughed again before he headed toward the door. He looked back at me to give that awkward little wave, almost tripped over the door threshold, caught himself, and then walked out, leaving the door open.
Tails? Knots? Mates? What the fuck? Liam hadn’t used a tail during sex. We hadn’t even had penetrative sex, for fuck’s sake,so I certainly hadn’t gotten to ride his knot, whatever the fuck that was. Yes, Toby thought that his bite meant something, but clearly it didn’t mean much, because I hadn’t gotten any of the special hellhound sex treatment.
I was working myself up into a good mad, and I walked out of the house, shutting the door behind me. By the time I made it to my place, I was steaming, and I might have come in a bit forcefully.
Aiden looked up at me. “Not a good interrogation?” he asked.
“Oh, no, it was afineinterrogation. Everything was just fantastic. Got lots of info. Set up a trap. Liam is doing his happy little torture thing. Everything is justgreat,” I seethed.
Aiden raised an eyebrow at me. “Is it?” he asked. He got up and put the coffee pot on, even though it was late as hell, and he took out some kind of chocolate pie from the fridge.
“I mean, just because Toby and Dexter have this amazing sex with all sorts of things like tails and knots and mates and everything certainly doesn’t mean that Liam and I have that sort of connection,” I huffed. “Not that I evenwantthat sort of connection. I am a free soul. I’m not tied down, and I don’t need anyone.”
Aiden set a slice of pie at the kitchen island with a fork, and I sat down and stabbed into it, taking a bite. I couldn’t help the groan—holy shit, it was delicious.
Sneaky fuck that he was, Aiden waited until my mouth was full before he calmly answered, “Well, I love you, Q, and I need you.”
The pie was suddenly like cement in my mouth. After a few tries, I swallowed. “Fuck, Aiden.”
“It’s ok. You don’t have to say it. I know you love me, too. And I know you love Liam.”
“Fuck, Aiden,” I said again, sniffling. And yeah, ok, maybe I was leaking a little bit.
“And Liam loves you, too. I can see it,” Aiden said, still looking at me.
“He does not,” I denied, and then I started crying even more.
“He does. He would do anything for you. He’s obsessed with you. He’d kill and torture people for you,” Aiden said.
“Yeah, but he likes doing that, so it doesn’t count,” I sniffed.
“He’d turn off the cameras for you. If you went and asked him right now he’d take every camera out of here. He’dhateit, but he’d do it for you,” Aiden insisted. “He puts up with me crawling into bed with you guys, for goodness sake. When you give him attitude I can practically see cartoon hearts floating around his head. He loves you and your snarky attitude. The way he looks at you… it’s magical.”
“Then why aren’t we having amazing sex with tails and knots and whatever the fuck else Toby was talking about?” I whined. “Oh my god, I’m pathetic.” I sniffed, grabbing a napkin and wiping my eyes. “This is why I don’t do this love shit.”
“I guess it’s too bad that both Liam and I do, then. Because we do love you, Q,” Aiden insisted with a little smirk.
“If you’re laughing at me, I will make you pay,” I said, blowing my nose into the napkin.
Aiden looked serious, and he leaned over the kitchen island, getting closer to me. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe you aren’t having wild and crazy sexbecauseLiam loves you?”
“What the fuck, Aiden. That doesn’t even make any sense,” I argued. “If he loved me, he’d be fucking my brains out.”
“No, asshole, if he loved you, he’d let you go at your own pace. He’d let you take the lead. He’d care about you and your trauma, and he wouldn’t push you. And he wouldn’t let you push yourself, either. He wouldn’t let you use sex to escape your feelings.”
