Page 52 of How to Hack a Hellhound
“You turned me down that time I offered you sex,” Quinton said. He was staring at me intently.
“You offered me your body, and only your body. I could tell that from your interaction. I don’t want only your body, Quinton.”
“What do you want?” he whispered.
I got up then, walking over to him. I took the cup from his hands and placed it on the island, then I wrapped my arms around him. I sniffed at the top of his head, breathing in his morning scent. It was sexy, and I tried not to let our hard cocks grind against each other. Perhaps that would come next, but this had to come first.
“I want all of you. I want your claws, and your morning breath, and your attitude. I want you smacking my hand, and laughing with me, and threatening to torture hellbound souls.I want you sitting at the computer with me and making snarky comments. I want everything, Quinton.” I kissed his head again, running my nose through his hair.
“You’re smelling me again, aren’t you, you freak,” Quinton murmured.
“Yup,” I admitted. “I love your smell. I love everything about you.”
“Do you?” He leaned back to look at me. “Do you really?”
There was a seriousness and a vulnerability to him that I rarely saw. He searched my face, and I felt like he was looking for something. Something about sex was on his mind, and he was supposed to ask me a question, but not a sex question. And he was asking if I loved everything about him, but I thought he wanted to know more than that.
Ahhh. “Are you asking if I love you?”
“What?” he sputtered. “No, of course not. It’s, like, way too soon for that. I mean we haven’t even had the boyfriend talk or?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. It seemed the most efficient way to stop his rant. Then I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you, my little hellcat. I love everything about you.”
He pulled back and looked at me, searching my face again. I thought his eyes even looked a little wet.
“And I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to have a boyfriend talk. I bit you,” I said.
He chuckled at me. “Ok, Sexy Stalker. Does that mean you’re my boyfriend in the hellhound world?”
“It means you are mine. My mate. My pack.Mine.”
“Does it?” he said, and I could feel claws in the question.
“And it means I am yours, Quinton. Only yours. And if you don’t want to be my mate, then we can… negotiate.”
He laughed at me, then he said, “I’ll think about it.” He was smiling, though, and I knew that was as good as a yes.
I leaned in to kiss him again. Our lips pressed together, and I took my time tasting him. He was still like bitter dark chocolate, and I was addicted to his taste. I licked my way into his mouth, gently exploring, and he did the same, our tongues tangling together. The kiss grew more frantic, and I grabbed his ass in my hands when he pushed himself into me. We were both hard and panting when he drew back.
“Toby said you guys have tails and knots and all sorts of weird but amazing hellhound sex shit,” Quinton muttered.
“Ahh. I see. Would you like my knot, Quinton?” I asked. The very thought was… fuck, yes.
He smirked as he stared at me. “Judging by the burning in your eyes you’d like it.”
“I would like whatever you would like, my little hellcat. I have never knotted anyone before. I wouldn’t think humans would normally find that polite, but I don’t think I’d be able to help myself with you,” I admitted.
“Never?” Quinton asked, rubbing against me. We both groaned at the friction.
“No. I have never used my tail on anyone before either. It comes from our demonic ancestry when it manifests in our human form, and it’s quite…dexterous.”
“Fuck, Sexy Stalker, are you trying to kill me?” Quinton whispered, then he kissed me fiercely, nipping at my bottom lip.
I growled low in my throat and nipped back, eventually kissing my way down his neck to the sound of his moans. “I can pleasure you however you want. Whatever you want, my little hellcat. I will do whatever you want, but if we have sex, I don’t think I’d be able to avoid knotting you.”
“Because you lurve me,” he said, jokingly.
“Yes,” I answered seriously, and I could admit to some nerves. I did want to please Quinton, and I had never knottedanyone before. Perhaps I should have spoken to Dexter and gotten some tips.
