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

by Shannon Mae

And the moment I’d seen Quinton burst through that door, my hellhound had perked right up. He was most definitely not a hellbound soul. His flavor was exotic and alluring, though, and I wanted more.

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.

“Creepy stalker,” I heard him mumble behind me. “Little hellcat,” I called back over my shoulder. I heard him chuckle, and then the door shut, and I heard the lock engage.

“Yes. Quinton is yours, I think, but Aiden isn’t,” he stated. “But they both feel like pack. I can sense the bonds there, ready to form.”

I thought for a moment, then I added, “My hellhound thinks Quinton is mine.”

Usually I could, but he was so close, and so warm, and he smelled so good—like dark chocolate or a fancy cup of coffee, sweet and bitter—and my hellhound wanted to roll in the scent of him.

He leaned back, smiling at me. This wasn’t the sex kitten smirk or the hellcat with claws, though. He looked fond. “Did you just sniff me?” he asked. I shrugged. “You smell good.” He laughed at that, a real, genuine, laugh, and got up off my lap. “Ok, Creepy Stalker, let’s go do some research about the bad guys.”

“You said that I didn’t have to be polite with you and that there were no boundaries,” he answered. “You were so beautiful and sexy, but then you were upset in the shower.”

This was so sweet

Liam’s eyes were getting more flamy, so I snapped, “Eyes up here, Sexy Stalker.” He looked up at me and shrugged, and I swear to god he was making fucking puppy-dog eyes at me. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? He was supposed to be the badass supernatural guy here, not the cutesy puppy-dog eyes guy.

Aiden mumbled something, but I was on a bit of a rant now. “And really, do you think Quinton would just let you run off? Do you think any of us would just let you go it alone? 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. So if you go somewhere or sneak off into the night to try and spare us trouble”—I snorted at the thought, because we loved trouble—“then I will hunt you down and bring you back. Is that clear?”

“Of course, I would hunt you down in a very nice way and bring you back willingly,” I said, nodding. “Toby always says consent is important. And if you didn’t want to come back then we’d all just follow you around or something. Although we like it here, so we’d all prefer it if you'd stay.”

Love how protective they both are of Aiden and how there’s no jealousy for anyone

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

“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 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.”

And fuck, he said he loved me. He said he fucking loved me, and then he was all, like, shy and sweet and almost nervous or something. It made me totally not nervous. Because this was Liam. He was my sexy stalker. He would only ever protect me, and he would only ever make me feel good.

desk. I loved Dexter, and I loved Toby, but really, the two of them were like absent-minded meets airheaded.

Lol

I hoped this wouldn’t take long. We had an asshole former-friend to torture, and then I needed some snuggle time with my hellhound. I had, after all, just been kidnapped. Again.

Sometimes it’s better to grieve someone than to punish them. Grieve the man you thought he was. It’s ok.”

I had my very own hellhound, and I couldn’t be happier. He snuffled into my hair. “Stop sniffing me, weirdo.” I was smiling, because I loved when Liam did that, and he knew it. “Love you, too, my little hellcat,” he answered, kissing my head.