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

by Shannon Mae

And let’s not forget being rehomed like some kind of stray animal afterwards.

Jury was out on whether or not Toby was human. If he was, he was probably a serial killer, because I didn’t know anyone else who could be so fucking happy talking about dismemberment.

Monsters were out there, but so far all the monsters I’d met in real life had been one hundred percent human.

Dear god, it was worse than an orgy.

I was going to burn the whole ring of human traffickers to the ground, even if it was the last thing I did.

Wilder liked to remind us that he loved us, but he often didn’t give us the opportunity to say it back. That was ok—I think he knew what he’d done for all of us. He’d made us family.

The other reason was because 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.

I didn’t need therapy. I needed revenge.

“No screaming or I’ll cut out your tongue, ok?” I asked.

Dex shrugged. “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.”

“Liam, please tell me you don’t have cameras installed in his bathroom, for Christ’s sake.”

I cut him off. “You are not a weak human. You are a hellcat, all claws and explosiveness. You would have made life miserable for your captors.” I chuckled at the thought. “You would have at least maimed a few of them. You would have fought every step of the way, and I think you would’ve escaped. Don’t ever underestimate yourself, Quinton.”

Usually nothing would drag me away from the middle of research, but Quinton… he was definitely something.

“It wasn’t sex,” I said automatically. “No,” he answered quietly. “It was intimacy.”

“Sexy Stalker! Go home and watch me from the cameras in your house like a normal hacker,” he yelled, banging a hand against the glass.

“I’m glad it wasn’t a gun. Bullets are a bitch to expel. Electricity and pepper spray, though? That’s like a shot of espresso to the system. Yummy and invigorating.”

Yes, he was definitely mine. My mate. My pack.

“The truth is that of course I want to have sex with you. I want to have every type of sex with you. I want to watch you masturbate and take orders from you until we both come. I want to suck your dick and have you suck mine. I want to rub against you, both our dicks in my hand, squeezing them together. I want to lick at every inch of skin on your body, including your hole, and open you up with my tongue. And yes, I want my dick buried so deep inside you that we feel like one being. Or, if you prefer, I’d be happy for you to bury your dick inside me. To feel you inside me, touching every part of me. I want to know you and be with you in every way possible.”

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

“Fucking clueless hellhounds,” Cassius muttered.

Although if he really wanted to live a mortal lifespan, perhaps I would figure out a way for both of us to do that. No matter what, I would try to give Quinton what he wanted. I didn’t want to take away his choices. I only wanted to love him. I hoped we’d have eternity for that, but I would do whatever my little hellcat wanted.