Page 35 of Hellhound AU

He glanced at me, and I just smiled as I got out of the car. “Come on, boo. Time to get some sleep. We can figure out next steps in the morning.” And I could grill him about his “not really” comment in the morning. But I wasn’t telling him that.

There was a moment where Rowan tried to argue about sleeping on the couch, but I very firmly told him he was sleeping in the bed, and I made him shower first. By the time I was done showering, he was sound asleep. I slid into bed next to him. He really was a furnace, and I hoped he didn’t mind if I wrapped around him like an octopus in my sleep.

Well, I’d find out in the morning.

I always woke up like a caffeinated squirrel, and apparently a late night and carnage didn’t change that.

I was, indeed, octopus-ing Rowan, and his arm was wrapped around me. Our legs were tangled together, and I was happily smushed against his very warm and sexy chest. I shifted a bit, and he rumbled underneath me, gripping me tighter. I figured he wasn’t totally awake, but he wasn’t totally asleep, either.

“So what does ‘not really’ mean?” I asked.

Why, yes, I was like a dog with a bone. No, I wouldn’t let this go.

Rowan just rumbled beneath me again, and I picked my head up and looked at him. He opened one eye then shut it again quickly, like I wouldn’t realize he was awake.

“Rowan, my boo, my strawberry milkshake, my very sexy hellhound—what does ‘not really’ mean? I promise I won’t yuck your yum or judge you. You can tell meanything.”

Rowan grumbled again, and I leaned up and pressed my bony chin into his chest, letting it dig in a little. He humphed and opened his eyes to look at me, so I stopped digging in and just stared at him.

He sighed. “I do not have sex in my hellhound form. I only have sex as a human.”

“Uh huh. Okay. You know, boo, we can’t have lies between us. What will it do to the children?” I asked.

Rowan looked mildly alarmed. “What children?”

“Baby, of course. And I’m thinking Baby might need a sibling, too, so she’s not worried or lonely when we’re off killing and threatening people together.”

Rowan opened his mouth, then he closed it without saying a word.

He was blushing a little, and he was sexy as fuck, so I wiggled around a bit until I made contact with his dick under the covers. He had boxers on, but I could still feel him hardening against my stomach.

I smirked at him. “Why, Rowan, are you happy to wake up with me?”

He blushed even brighter, though he still looked like a grumpy fuck, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up.

My god, the man could kiss. He didn’t even have nasty morning breath. I was definitely keeping him. And then thatthought was gone, because all I could focus on was Rowan’s tongue in my mouth, his hands on my arms, and my dick against his thigh.

I needed more.

I pulled away, sitting up and straddling Rowan’s lap. I watched his face as I grinded down into him, our dicks rubbing together beneath our boxers. Rowan’s eyes closed in bliss, and then he opened them again and stared at me. Fuck, his eyes literally had flames in them, and it was sexy as fuck.

“Milo,” he murmured, his hands coming up to skim against my chest, tweaking my nipples when he got to them.

“Take off your boxers,” I demanded.

I slipped off of Rowan, whose hands gripped me tighter for a moment before he let me go. I kicked off my boxers as Rowan did the same with his, and then I climbed back on top, lining our dicks up with each other.

“Fuck,” Rowan rumbled, his eyes closing as my hand squeezed around both of us.

I groaned as well, feeling a bit of precum leak out of our dicks. I used it to smooth the way, and we both moaned at the wetness in my palm. I slid over and reached my nightstand drawer with my free hand, letting go of both of us for just a moment. I fumbled open the drawer and pulled out lube, balancing myself back on Rowan’s lap. Before I could get my hand around us again, Rowan’s was there, squeezing us together and pumping up and down. I opened the lube and squeezed it out onto the heads of our dicks.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, because the slide of his hand and the friction felt fucking amazing.

I looked down at our cocks. Rowan was definitely bigger than me, in every way. Not that I was a slouch in that department, but Rowan was fucking huge.

“I can’t wait to have that thing inside me,” I said, unable to help myself. Because I could already imagine the stretch, the ache, and the delicious pleasure of it.

Rowan’s eyes were still flamy as shit, and he stroked us both faster. I placed my hands on his chest, leaning my face toward his. “Tell me what ‘not really’ means, boo.”