Page 51 of How to Flirt with a Hellhound
When we had both orgasmed, when his blood had hit my mouth, when my knot had filled him up, it was like a tether had snapped in place between us. I was sure it was my imagination, but I felt like I was tied to him. Like we were linked together.
He was mine.
Mine.
“Dex?” Toby said, and he suddenly smelled… not scared, but not the good, soft, sated smell that he had a moment before. “I think the bed is on fire.”
I opened my eyes, and, yes, we were surrounded by blue and red flames.
Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.
The flames were mostly licking over our skin, and thank the nine hells that Toby seemed totally unhurt by them, which was something to contemplate later. I concentrated hard, reining myself in, and the flames disappeared like they had never been there.
The sheets were… well, probably ruined. They hadn’ttotallycaught fire, but they were smoky and maybe a little charred.
“Uh,” I muttered. Toby seemed to smell a little less stressed than when we’d actually been on fire, but he wasn’t smelling all happily content, either.
Oops.
I picked my head up and looked down at him, saying, “I don’t see a fire.”
Because, you know, I’d put it out.
Toby glanced to the side then back at me, raising one hand to cup my cheek while he stared into my eyes.
I slowly blinked them closed, concentrating on hiding my hellhound, except I could feel my hellhound right at the surface, and when I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t quite sure it had worked.
Sex with Toby had been amazing, and I’d definitely let my primal side take over. My demonic tail from my half form had even gotten involved, although I don’t think Toby realized exactly what I was doing. But fuck, feeling him squeezing around me, being inside him… it was by far the best sex I had ever had in my life. Then my knot… but he didn’t seem to know what had happened there, either.
“Um, Dex?” he said, still cupping my cheek.
“Hmmm?” I asked, trying to hide my head back in his neck, because fuck, he smelled so good. Only his hand was firmly holding my cheek, and I didn’t want to force it away.
“Your eyes… they’re like… on fire, too?” he sort of asked, and then he let me go so I could bury my head back in his soft, sweet scent.
I sniffed at his skin, giving a little lick, and squeezed him tightly. He gently ran his hands along my back, almost like he was comforting me.
“And, ummm…” Toby started, “well, the sheets are, like, smoldering a bit? So maybe I’m under a lot of stress and I imagined the whole flames covering the bed and your eyes glowing thing, but… yeah, the sheets were definitely on fire.”
“Just a little bit,” I admitted.
“Just.. a little bit? Dex, I don’t think things can be just a little bit on fire,” Toby said.
“Sure they can,” I grumbled. “And they’re out now,” I added, rolling over so he was on top of me as I started to pet his back. I wasn’t sure if a freak out was coming. He seemed calm for now, but he might’ve been in a bit of shock.
It’s not like I had a lot of experience telling humans what I was. Usually I was killing the ones that knew I was different. Or I was rescuing them, and they were all traumatized and stuff and didn’t ask too many questions. This was kind of outside my area of expertise.
“Ok,” he said, resting against me and tucking his head into my chest. At least he wasn’t struggling or running. That was good, right?
Not that he would run away, would he? Because I couldn’t have Toby not with me. That would be bad. Very bad. “If you run away, I’ll catch you,” I rumbled, gripping him tighter.
Probably not the best thing to say, but Toby was mine.
“My Toby,” I growled under my breath, unable to help myself. Hopefully he hadn’t heard that.
He snuggled in and started petting my chest, so apparently the catching him comment hadn’t freaked him out. That was good. You never knew what humans would get weird about.
I let my arms relax and went back to caressing his back. I was growling a little bit, and he could probably feel it, but I couldn’t seem to stop. I was still a little feral, and I knew it probably wasn’t the best time to have this conversation. But, yeah, I had set us on fire, so I guessed I had only myself to blame.
