Page 53 of Hellhounds Never Lie

Dillon had started growling softly at the idea of him being cast in Jeremy’s non-existent novel as a bear shifter.

“Uh…”

“Would it be easier if I texted my questions to you?”

I swallowed. How many things would I have to lie about? When I didn’t answer immediately, he pointed his finger at me.

“Don’t get all prudish now. I want all the deets. Where did you meet? Was it love at first sight? Were his parents both giants too? Where is he from? Does he have any brothers? A series about some brothers would be fun, don’t you think? Hmm… Do you think if he is a bear shifter his brothers would be too? Or maybe a shifter’s animal isn’t a genetic thing. What do you think? Does he like the woods? Is he proportional, if you know what I mean…?” He leered at me.

“Text them,” I blurted, knowing full well where Jeremy’s questions were going from there.

He nodded sharply. “Will do.”

A yawn broke free before I could stop it.

“Shit,” he said. “You’re probably worn out. I shouldn’t have talked so much. You make sure your big bear of a boyfriend takes you to bed. But don’t let him do anything more than that.”

“Yes, Doctor Jeremy,” I said.

As soon as the call ended, a text popped up on my phone. Oh boy. His questions went on and on. How the hell had he typed them all in so fast?

“He seems nice,” Dillon said. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to him much when he came by the hospital.”

I nodded, still scrolling through the questions. Another yawn hit me as I said, “He’s my best friend.”

I expected him to ask why Jer didn’t know about supes if he was my best friend, but he didn’t. Instead, he jumped off the sofa and shifted into his human form.

“Come on,” he said with his hand extended to me. “Let’s go cuddle in your bed for a while.”

I wished cuddling was a euphemism, although falling asleep in Dillon’s arms was pretty awesome too.

ChapterTwenty-One

ASH

"Are you sure you’re ready for that?" Dillon asked as he mouthed hot kisses along the side of my neck. I knew he was trying to distract me, and I thoroughly loved his approach. I wasn’t going to let him win, but I twisted my head to give him more access to my neck anyway.

I was straddling his lap and took the opportunity to grind against him. A pang of discomfort zinged through my back at the movement, but I wasn’t going to stop now. My mother and brother had gone home a few days ago, and Dillon and I had been all over one another since the door shut behind them. Most of the time, Dillon insisted on sticking to blow jobs and nothing more. I understood why he was still being cautious, and I wasn’t about to complain about getting regular blow jobs, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more.

Even before releasing me from the hospital two weeks ago, Doctor Roberts had told us we could have sex as long as we were gentle and careful. Dillon hadn’t trusted that news until I’d dragged the doctor back in and had him explain everything to my hellhound all over again. Dillon’s face had turned every shade of red imaginable, but he’d still asked more questions than I had.

During that talk, I’d finally come to understand why he was so worried about me. Apparently, shifters healed more quickly than mages, and often didn’t have scars to show at the end, the lucky bastards. My healing was even slower than a typical mage because my magic had still been recovering when the attack had happened. So the fact that I wasn’t healing as quickly as he would have and had another scar on my body had freaked him out and made him conclude I was in worse shape than I really was. In the end, though, I think we’d both been happy with what the doctor said, or so I’d thought at the time.

Or maybe Dillon’s interpretation of gentle and careful was different from mine.

Again. To be clear. I wasn’t complaining. Any chance to have Dillon close was good, but I was looking forward to when being gentle and careful were no longer necessary, and where having a mouth on my cock was foreplay to more strenuous activities, not the end game.

I wanted that wild hellhound who was so overwhelmed by my awesomeness that he bit me when he climaxed. Gentle and cautious Dillon was awesome too though; I couldn’t remember ever having such amazing sex with someone before. Not that I’d had tons of experience, but still. He was better than them all, especially Chris. Being with Dillon was mind-blowing. Every. Single. Time.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I hissed as his fingers pinched my nipples. I’d never been much for nipple play, but Dillon made even that sexy.

His hands brushed down my body before sliding around to cup my ass. I knew he was into this as much as I was since his hands were wickedly hot. I’d started noticing all kinds of little details in the last few weeks, like how his hellhound form was always close to the surface when we were like this. And now that we knew I couldn’t be hurt by his magic, I’d been thinking about how his flames might feel against my body when I fell asleep at night. I bet they’d keep me warm all night long.

“We could stay in and do this all night,” he murmured against my ear.

And it was tempting. Truly.

But I knew my hellhound well enough to know that pretty soon he’d start worrying that we were doing too much and that my body couldn’t handle that much sex.