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

by Shannon Mae

Yes, 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 was working myself up into a good mad,

“What I went through was awful, but eventually it was just… I don’t know… normal. It was my life, and I couldn’t always be in panic mode about it. And he wasn’t always around, so I watched a lot of television. I read a lot of books. I survived.” Aiden shrugged.

“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. “You’re smelling me again, aren’t you, you freak,” Quinton murmured. “Yup,” I admitted. “I love your smell. I love everything about you.”

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

I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to have a boyfriend talk. I bit you,” I said. He chuckled at me. “Ok, Sexy Stalker. Does that mean you’re my boyfriend in the hellhound world?” “It means you are mine. My mate. My pack. Mine.” “Does it?” he said, and I could feel claws in the question. “And it means I am yours, Quinton. Only yours.

Liam loved me. He had said it. And I was like 99.99% sure that I had said it back in a cum-induced haze.

I turned around to face him and smacked him gently on the chest. “Hey, no sniffing my feelings, you weirdo.” Oddly, he smiled at that. Fucking weirdo.

“You told me you loved me,” I blurted out. “I do love you,” he answered, snuggling me tighter and kissing my head. I batted him away, leaning back to stare at him. “Why the fuck would you do that? I’m fucking grouchy. I’m prickly. I don’t like morning snuggles. I’m an asshole,” I muttered. “I love your claws, hellcat. And I love your asshole,” he said, smiling at me. “And I don’t want you changing even the tiniest bit, and I don’t care if you can’t say it back, but I’ll still tell you.”

I leaned back, looked Liam in the eyes, and said, “I love you, my sexy stalker.” Then I kissed him, morning breath be damned.

I think I might have even been smiling when I walked in the shop. “Oh god, did you kill someone?” Steph asked when I walked in. She was a snarky asshole just like me, and I loved her for it. “I have a boyfriend,” I smirked. “Did you kill him?” she shot back.

it didn’t take long for my grumpy assholeness to come back. Because—people. The world would be such a nice place without people in it.

Dexter was like dealing with a computer that had way too many applications running at once—slow, unreliable, and glitchy.

desk. I loved Dexter, and I loved Toby, but really, the two of them were like absent-minded meets airheaded. I wasn’t even sure which was which at this point—it was like they switched up the roles and took turns.

I realized when I tried to move that I was tied to a chair. Motherfucker. Fucking Cassius and his fucking vague-ass shit. Couldn’t he have warned me that the “bad thing” was me getting kidnapped again? Fuck. Fuckity fuck fucking fucker.

Abduction hadn’t been on today’s bingo card. I was going to have Liam put a fucking tracker under my skin at this rate.

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.

I would do whatever my little hellcat wanted. By the time we pulled up to the house, Quinton was practically vibrating. He flung open the door, calling out, “Time for torture!” I smiled. So adorable.

“You are always my hellcat, Quinton. You are ferocious and have claws and attack when necessary, but you also enjoy cuddling up—when the mood strikes you—and you can be incredibly sweet. But only sometimes, and it’s better not to call attention to it or someone will get swatted.”

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

“Spit it out, Liam. What did you do? Did you microchip me while I was sleeping? Do my sneakers have trackers?” he asked. “I did think about the sneakers, but I hadn’t gotten around to it yet,” I admitted.

His hair was wet and he reminded me of a hissing, wet cat—super cute—but I knew better than to say that right now.

I debated getting out of bed, but we were all so warm and cozy, and I was sure that Quinton and Aiden would also want to hear what Dexter had found out. He came into the bedroom when I didn’t come out. “Awww, look at you guys! All so cute cuddled up! Is it like a puppy pile? Can anyone join?” he asked. I growled at him. No, Dexter was not welcome to jump into our cozy cuddles.

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.

“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,”

We ate and drank, and although it still reminded me a bit of a Sex and the City episode, it was like it was crossed with some supernatural show like Buffy or something, because it was pretty clear that not everyone was human.

of course the bad guy would get viciously tortured and killed, don’t worry about that,” he added gleefully. I still couldn’t believe Toby was human—he was such a bloodthirsty little thing.

“Aiden, enough.” Uh oh, my sexy stalker sounded like he was getting aggravated. “We are not going anywhere. Nothing is changing. You’ll come climb into bed whenever you want, and we’ll cuddle and get up in the morning and bond over Quinton’s foul morning mood. And I’ll continue to enjoy your pastries. End of story.”

you guys are going to want to have sex and stuff. Hello.” “Um, yeah, we already have sex. Lots of sex,” I told Aiden. “What, you think we can’t be creative? 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.”

I looked out at the crew gathered in Toby’s living room. It was family, and apparently it wasn’t complete quite yet. I looked forward to the chaos that adding more members would create. They were weirdos, but they were our weirdos, and I loved them all.