Page 39 of Hellhounds Never Lie

Dillon squeezed me tight to his chest.

“That didn’t sound very appreciative, did it? I mean I love them. I know what they did was because they love me too. But I couldn’t hide in my mother’s house or cower behind my brother for the rest of my life. They hated that I moved away, but living like that... I just couldn’t stay there any longer.”

“I know, little witch. And I know I want to protect you too. Not because of your past, but because you are special to me. So please, if you feel like I’m too clingy or controlling, talk to me about it. I don’t want to change you or stop you from living your life. But I’m not sure my intentions will always come across that way.”

“I’m not helpless. Even if my magic is wonky.”

“I know. I never thought you were.”

Okay. That was good. I yawned and snuggled closer.

“We should go to the bedroom.”

“Oh?” I perked up.

“To sleep,” he clarified. “I suspect we’re going to have a long night.”

“Fine.”

I dragged him to the bed, determined to change his mind. Yes, I was tired, but hello? There was a sexy hellhound in my bed. Who wanted sleep?

I yawned again.

Damn it.

Me, apparently. I wanted sleep.

Within minutes of curling up against Dillon’s side, I couldn’t quit yawning, nor could I keep my eyes open.

Okay. Fine. I’d sleep. But when we woke up, nothing was going to stop me from getting to know my hellhound better. Every inch of him.

ChapterFifteen

DILLON

I knew Ash was awake by the way the little tease rubbed his ass against my cock. We’d stripped down to our T-shirts and underwear before climbing into bed for our nap and that thin fabric was doing nothing to hide my erection.

We’d returned to my favorite position of me being the big spoon and him the little one. Even in my sleep, it seemed, I was compelled to protect him. But right now, I needed him to stop moving before he made me come from his wiggling, so I tightened my hold on him. I was careful to keep my hand on top of his T-shirt, even though I ached to reach under and feel his warm skin.

“I could get used to waking up with you.” He let out a contented sigh and snuggled even closer. The scent of his growing arousal was intoxicating.

“Hmmm…” I was too distracted to form words. I pressed my face into his dark hair and breathed him in. Fuck. He smelled so good. I wanted to roll in his scent and coat myself in it. Then everyone, from those pissant wolves in the hills to the Chief of Police, would know I was his.

I rolled my hips against his ass, unable to stop myself now that he’d woken my need for him. His breath caught and he arched in my arms, as if seeking more. He reached around and gripped my hip to hold me tight against him.

“Are you sure you’re up for this already?” I murmured into his hair.

I wasn’t being boastful, but my cock was big. I knew it was. Everyone who’d ever seen it, Ash included, had confirmed it. After this morning, I figured he might be a little tender, particularly if he hadn’t been with anyone for a while. I refused to hurt my little witch, even if his body was begging for my cock right now.

“Were you…” He swallowed and twisted in my arms so he could face me. His pale gray-green gaze caught on mine. “Were you serious about bottoming?”

My heart beats quickened, and I nodded. Most people looked at me and decided I was only good for one thing. Apparently being held down, topped roughly, and thoroughly dominated by a big guy was a common fantasy, because that’s what most of my past hookups wanted. It meant I didn’t have the chance to bottom very often.

“I’d love to feel you inside me,” I confirmed.

His eyes lit up with the red of his magic as he pushed me onto my back. My already hard cock stiffened even more as he crawled over me and straddled my hips.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. His hands pushed at my shirt to reveal my stomach and chest. “I love the feel of you.”