Page 41 of Hellhounds Never Lie

He grinned at me. His swollen lips were wet and red. His fast, panting breaths sounded harsh in the quiet of the bedroom. And judging by the look in his magic-lit eyes, he was ready to devour me. My dick twitched and I fought the urge to come just from him looking at me like that.

“Roll over,” he said in a husky voice.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I did as he asked. I liked looking at him and watching him, but I hadn’t been looking forward to trying to roll my bulk into a ball to show him my ass. I expected him to grab his industrial sized bottle of lube and start prepping me.

I was so ready for this. My hellhound was too. My body was already heated, and smoke curled out of my nose. My little witch had different ideas, though, and instead of going straight for my ass, he dropped kisses and little kitten licks along the back of my neck.

I shivered. A low growl that almost sounded like a purr—except my hellhound would never, ever purr—rumbled through my chest.

“You smell so good,” he whispered against my skin, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

He worked his way all over my body—tasting and kissing my back and along the length of my spine all the way to my ass until I was ready to explode. I moaned and rocked my hips, so my cock rubbed against the soft sheets. He huffed out a little laugh but kept doing what he was doing until I thought I was going to explode. Finally, I heard the snick of the lube opening, followed by a squelching sound.

“Thank fuck,” I groaned.

I spread my legs and arched so my ass was in the air.

His touch was soft and tentative as his finger swept over my hole.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“You like that, huh?” he teased. The little brat.

I twisted to look over my shoulder at him. His face was serious as he concentrated on his task.

“Have you done this before?”

A blush erupted over his cheeks. “Uh… no… not topping. But I know how to. And I know how to make it feel good.”

Then he slipped the tip of his finger inside. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back to the pillow, then I rose on my knees to have more leverage as I rolled my hips and sought more of him.

“You can go faster,” I gritted out between clenched teeth as he slowly dragged his finger in and out. In and out. At this rate I was going to come long before he got around to fucking me. “You won’t hurt me.”

Shifters healed fast. Even if I wasn’t completely prepped, I’d be okay.

“I’m in charge right now,” he said, as he slapped my ass. “And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I already feel good,” I forced out as he slipped in another finger.

Then he rotated his fingers—there had to be more than two now—and brushed over that magic spot deep inside me. I moaned and pushed into his touch as he swept his other hand over my balls and down to my aching cock. Fuck. He was trying to kill me. I sucked in a breath and tried to count backwards from one hundred. Anything to stop from losing it.

“Ngh… Fuck, baby… You’re killing me.” I panted as he teased me. “Don’t want to come until you’re inside me. Need you.”

Ash pulled his fingers away as he kissed my back, then I felt his legs brush against mine.

“Open your legs wider,” he said as he patted the insides of my thighs. “Your ass is too high for me.”

I slid my knees over the sheets until he grunted in approval. As soon as I was braced on my hands and knees, he was right behind me. The sweet pressure as he pushed inside me was pure bliss. My whole body shook. He stopped part way. No fucking way. I wanted all of him. So I rocked back on my knees until he was all the way in. His hips against my ass, his balls against mine.

“So good,” I moaned.

He gripped my hips but didn’t move. But this time I didn’t do anything, savoring the way he filled me up. His magic stirred through the air a moment before he shifted his hips. His panting breath fell over my heated skin like he was fanning the flames inside my blood. My fingers curled into the sheets under me as my hellhound pushed against my skin.

No.

I couldn’t let my hellhound any closer. He was an unpredictable bastard with only one thought: to claim Ash in every possible way. I fought to rein in my beast as the witch rolled his hips. So fucking good. He felt made to be inside me, over me, with me. I wondered if this was what being home felt like. Whatever this was, I never wanted it to end.

Ash’s fire magic flared around us in crimson, and my hellhound’s bright golden orange surged to the surface to meet it. Until meeting Ash, I’d never seen a manifestation of my hellhound’s magic while I was in my human form. Not like this. It was as if the magic inside me was drawn out by his. Any word I could think of—beautiful, breathtaking, amazing—was inadequate to describe the way our magics wove together. It was stunning the first time it’d happened, and now it was even more intense and awe-inspiring.