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

by Shannon Mae

Working in retail was hell, and working in the food industry side of retail was apparently a special level of hell reserved for the truly damned.

I was making the coffee, because Cass seemed to think calling customers assholes was bad for business.

Pumpkin spice wasn’t lovely. It was fucking nasty. I said what I said, and I stood behind it.

I was surrounded by fucking nut cases.

Dear god, it was worse than an orgy. Way worse. I would not have agreed if I had known what it really was.

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

Quinton was a flame in the darkness, and I wanted to set him free and watch him burn. I would make sure no one ever again tried to put out his fire.

Weren’t we just two fucked up peas in a pod.

I didn’t need therapy. I needed revenge.

Yep, I was officially fucked up beyond belief. Finding your stalker sweet was not normal.

it didn’t hurt that he was probably sexier than Henry Cavill (and I hadn’t known that was even possible).

He really was like a cat—graceful, fascinating, and ready to attack.

“You are not a weak human. You are a hellcat, all claws and explosiveness. You would have made life miserable for your captors.”

Hellhounds were fucking weird.

“You’re very good at being a sex kitten, but I prefer my hellcat with teeth and claws,”

“I won’t take anything from you, Quinton. I’ll give you whatever you want, though.”

Liam made it feel like I could finally breathe again without a constant worry at the base of my neck.

My creepy stalker.

I hadn’t realized I was an exhibitionist, although maybe it was only because Liam was watching.

“I’ve gone from Creepy Stalker to Sexy Stalker. A definite improvement, I think,”

“You got tased? Lucky,”

Corbin said you’re pack now, and he would know. And you’re certainly Quinton’s pack, and Quinton is mine, so that means you’re ours.

“I am not adorable. I am full of attitude and sass,”

God, I was gonna fucking come, and I hadn’t even had a proper suck.

Fucking supernatural weirdos.

“More caffeine to go with your sass.”

Some threats, the promise of torture and vengeance, and a little hacking—a romantic evening indeed.

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 love you, Aiden. You’re brave and amazing, and you are the best fucking person I know.”

I want everything, Quinton.”

“I love you, my little hellcat. I love everything about you.”

He was the sexiest hellcat I had ever seen.

Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll figure out exactly what to do with that monster in your pants.”

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Come make me feel good,”

“Knot me, Liam. Give me everything,”

I was never letting him go. Not ever. He was mine forever now.

“Yes, my little hellcat, mark me with your claws,”

The world would be such a nice place without people in it.

“Time for torture!”

Ahh, I liked where this was going.

Fucking morning people.

Who has sex in the middle of the night, anyway? If Liam wakes me up from a dead sleep for sex, he’s more likely to get his dick punched than he is to get it into any one of my holes.”