Page 66 of How to Hack a Hellhound
“Me too,” I admitted. “It feels almost… I don’t know… like what do I do now? After I was kidnapped, revenge was all I could think about. Before that, I was just sort of… existing. What comes next?”
Aiden smirked at me. “Life. Life comes next, Q. Snarking at customers at the coffee shop, or finding a different job if you want, or even going back to school. Having sex with your supernatural boyfriend and snarking at him, because he loves it. Fending off Toby’s weird questions and awkward demands for friendship, and maybe even becoming friends.” Aiden shrugged. “It’s a pretty good life here, you know?”
“How did you get so smart?” I asked.
“Therapy,” he laughed. “Lots of therapy.”
With that, he got up and called goodbye as he went out the door to meet his ride for work. I sighed. It was a pretty good life. I supposed I had never really recovered from the death of my parents, and I had felt alone and without family. It had taken getting kidnapped, but I had managed to fall into a new family quite by accident.
In a weird way, getting kidnapped led me to a better life.
I scoffed at myself. None of that cheery shit. I was a beacon of grumpiness. I took a sip of my coffee and decided to go spread my snark to my sexy stalker. He always appreciated it.
I threw on clothes, grabbed the pastry Aiden had left me, and walked over to Liam’s house. Not surprisingly, he was in his batcave typing away.
“I’ve shut down all their accounts, and Corbin got the name of the overseas seller with relative ease, so I already contacted a pack in that country to deal with them. We have effectively shut down every part of the ring in this part of the country. The other pack assures me they’ll find the victims and take care of the human traffickers,” Liam said without even looking up. I’m sure he knew it was me by smell or something equally weird.
God, I loved the weirdo. And we were, like, bonded together. I was secretly thrilled. And he would never die on me. But…
“I’m going to die someday,” I announced.
Liam stopped typing and turned his chair around. He looked… guilty?
“What did you do, you weirdo?” I asked.
“Well, in mating and marking you, I may have actually tied your life to mine, so I believe you can no longer die,” he said, and then he looked at me anxiously. “If that isn’t what you want…”
I scoffed. “I’m not sure how I’ll manage to put up with you for all eternity, but somehow I’ll do it.” Then I climbed into mysexy stalker’s lap and gave him a kiss. “And what about the local victims? I swear I remember Dexter saying something about that at some ungodly hour.”
Liam gripped onto me with his hands as he replied. “Yes, all four were recovered. Jude and Atlas worked quickly. Jude dropped his recoveries at the sheriff’s office, so that’ll cause a bit of a stir, but…” Liam just shrugged.
“You all work fast, Sexy Stalker,” I murmured, leaning into his neck and giving him a sniff. What? He did it to me all the time.
He shifted under me. Oh, someone was turned on.
“Oh, my naughty stalker, are you horny with me sitting on your lap?” I whispered, giving his ear a little nibble.
He growled, and man, was that sexy. I would never get tired of that rumbly sound, especially during sex.
“So all the bad guys are caught, all the good guys are rescued or will be, and you’ve done your computer mojo and frozen funds or whatever,” I asked, turning on his lap so I was straddling him. Luckily the arms of the chair pushed back out of the way—gaming chairs were awesome—and this one was super wide and comfy.
“Yes. I’ve actually put the funds into accounts for the victims in order to facilitate their acclimation back into society,” he said. He had grabbed both my hips, and since I was on my knees and he was sitting, he was staring up at me for once.
“You did such a good job, Sexy Stalker,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him gently. It was kind of cool being higher than him.
He smirked at me. “That sounds suspiciously like a ‘good boy,’ and I’m not a dog.”
I laughed, and his face lit up in joy at the sound. I loved that I could make him happy just by being my snarky self. “I love you, Sexy Stalker.”
“I love you too, my little hellcat,” he said.
With that, I lowered down onto his lap so our hard-ons were pressing together. I gasped at the sensation, and I thrust against him lightly while I leaned in to kiss his lips. He took over the kiss in a matter of seconds, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer.
“I wanna get you all messy in your office, Sexy Stalker,” I moaned, biting at his neck as I continually thrust down into him, the friction delicious but not enough against my cock. “I’m gonna ride you until we’re both sexy messes.”
Liam growled under me, and I might have made my own little growly sound back. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, and the idea kind of gave me a little thrill. I hoped I had marks to look at in the morning, because apparently I was a little kinky and liked being marked by my man.
I slid off Liam’s lap, and he held on tighter for just a second before letting me go. Always so polite, my sexy stalker.
