Page 54 of Hellhounds Never Lie

And I refused to binge watch another series tonight. I just couldn’t do it. Even with him at my side, I was going stir crazy.

I needed to get out.

“We can do more of this when we get back.” I was panting, but based on his defeated groan, I knew he’d heard me.

“Fine,” he grunted and loosened his grip on my ass.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I pulled back and scowled at him.

“I thought you wanted to go to the pub.”

“I do, but you can’t get me all worked up and leave me like this. There’s lots of time to take care of each other here first before we head over there.”

Dillon grinned at me as his arms snaked around me again.

“Priorities, big guy,” I said as I rolled my hips against him. “And you are always my first priority.”

Within minutes, our clothes were off. Then I was staring into Dillon’s eyes with the knowledge I was the luckiest guy in all of Willow Lake, maybe the world. Dillon’s gaze strayed down to my chest, but I didn’t feel anxious about my scars anymore. At least not with him. Besides, I now had a couple more, and I couldn’t be precious about them all, right?

Maybe next summer I’d even go shirtless down at the beach along Willow Lake.

Or not.

Hellhounds didn’t like the water. And I wasn’t going anywhere without my hellhound.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” Dillon said.

Yeah. Probably a good idea. As much as I wanted to ride my hellhound hard, I wasn’t sure my body could handle that yet. We could find more comfortable positions on the bed. I slid off his lap and held out my hand for him. Hand in hand, we walked to the bedroom. I swayed my ass since I was in front of him. It was better to distract him with my perky ass rather than have him fixate on my newest scar.

I didn’t want him to back out now.

Once in bed, I turned so my ass was facing him. I figured bottoming wouldn’t hurt my side as much. Man, I was looking forward to having everything fully healed. I couldn’t wait to get my big hellhound under me again.

Dillon grabbed my monster bottle of lube. When I’d purchased it, I thought it’d probably last me a year or more. The bottle was shockingly low now. We’d have to start buying it by the case load. I snorted at the idea.

“What? What’s the matter?” Dillon stopped what he was doing to look at my face. His lube covered hand was inches away from my ass.

“Nothing.” I wiggled my ass. “Come on, I’m ready. I want you in me this time.”

He wasn’t going to distract me again this time with blowjobs or frotting, damn it.

His hands were hot when he touched me. I groaned when he traced my hole before pushing the tip of one thick finger inside. The lube was warm and slippery against my skin. I pushed against him, and his finger slipped in deeper.

“So freaking good,” I muttered as his finger slid in and out. I moaned and groaned and urged him to go faster, but Dillon ignored me. He would never do anything that might hurt me, especially in bed.

Finally, he kissed me before guiding me to my side. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. The solid heat of his body against mine from head to foot was addicting. In this position, I would miss seeing his face when he came, but I loved being wrapped in his arms.

My mother had asked how I could stand being so close to Dillon all the time when his body temperature ran so high, but I was becoming addicted to his heat. I’d told her it was because I was a fire mage, but it was more than that. I’d been so cold for so long, I didn’t think I’d ever get to the point where I felt too warm.

And… fuck… why was I thinking about my mother when Dillon was about to stick his dick up my ass?

All thoughts scattered when the blunt crown of his cock pushed against my hole. My breath caught and I savored the feel of his body entering mine. His heated breath fanned across my shoulders. I grabbed one of his hands in mine and held it tight, loving how I could feel him everywhere. Inside and out.

When he finally sank all the way in, his arm wrapped tightly around my stomach and held me close. We stayed that way for several long heartbeats.

“I love you, my little witch,” Dillon whispered.

“I love you too.” I kissed his hand, wishing I could twist around enough to kiss his mouth, but my body couldn’t do that yet.