How to Hack a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #2)

by Shannon Mae

I was making the coffee, because Cass seemed to think calling customers assholes was bad for business. So I had to take my petty revenge by spelling people’s names wrong on their cups—or mishearing them totally. Bob?

My old robot vacuum had taken it upon itself to autorun, only a hellbound mortal had still been in the room, dripping blood, and I had been out grabbing some breakfast. The results had been… unfortunate. It had dragged blood across the entire floor, including the carpet, which was of course ruined. That robot vacuum might have accidentally met a fiery death for its poorly timed decision, but the newer upgraded model I bought didn’t make such mistakes.

My hellhound wanted him. And if Dex got to keep a human, why couldn’t I?

“Probably because you hacked his phone. Or his credit cards. Or put a tracker under his skin or something.” I paused, asking, “Can you put trackers in humans?” I hadn’t thought of that, but if that were a possibility… “Nah, I don’t think so. I thought of it with Toby, but I think they’d notice if they woke up with a scar,” Dex said, and I heard the crunch of potato chips as he took a bite.

“Cassius wants to know what’s going on with Q and Aiden. He’s pissed. He did adopt them, and then you stole and rehomed them.” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Dex, they aren’t stray pets.” Dex looked offended. “I know that! They’re stray humans. Obviously. I still don’t think you can just steal and rehome them.”

I have been informed that people do not ask people they have not officially met to move in with them.

My little hellcat had claws, and I was worried they were about to be unsheathed on me.

“Creepy stalker,” I heard him mumble behind me. “Little hellcat,” I called back over my shoulder.

I wasn’t even gonna comment on the torture room. Nope. Not gonna ask.

“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.”

He was mine. I nodded my head once. Yes, he was definitely mine. My mate. My pack.

“What question were you supposed to ask?” I said. Quinton glared at me, which I took to mean he didn’t want to ask whatever question he was supposed to ask.

“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.

I was inside him. My cock was in his hole, and my teeth were in his neck, and I had to hold still for a moment so I didn’t come. I was never letting him go. Not ever. He was mine forever now.