14. Milo
Author’s Note:
Sorry this chapter is a day late. I needed inspiration, and my bf was at work, so I had to wait until he got home to experiment on him.
He said he’s always happy to help me with any scene I need to write, even if it isn’t torturing bad guys.
Isn’t he the sweetest? (Also, I’m still sore from our…
ahem… practice scene, so that’s also why I’m running a little behind. Hehe.)
MILO
We managed to find a twenty-four hour emergency vet, and they took Baby in and treated her. The outlook was good—she had a lot of bites, scratches, and gashes, but nothing appeared broken, and there didn’t seem to be any life-threatening injuries.
They wanted to keep Baby overnight to give her fluids and to observe her. She was also sedated because they’d had to stitch her up in a few different places, so Rowan and I headed back to my house without Baby.
Rowan was currently driving my truck—he’d earned it. He’d helped with all manner of things, and I’d promised him he could drive when he’d first seen the truck and admired it. He was a careful driver, always staying at the speed limit, using his blinkers, and coming to a full stop at stop signs.
It was kind of annoying. But it fit my boo perfectly—he was slow and careful about things.
And he was also apparently a hellhound. I was trying not to think about that too much, but it kept popping into my head.
Rowan had turned into a giant flame-covered dog, he’d bitten and burned the bad guys, effectively killing them with a bite.
He’d then unleashed that same flame on the warehouse’s dead and all the evidence.
I mean, it was really cool, but it was also crazy.
Sure, his sister was apparently a harpy, and that was also crazy, but I wasn’t dating his sister. (And yes, Rowan and I were totally dating, even if Rowan hadn’t figured it out yet. I wasn’t sure if he had.)
Was it weird that I felt weird about dating a supernatural creature?
Did that make me racist? Or speciesist? Or whatever it would be called?
Not that I didn’t think hellhound Rowan was cute.
He was still very Rowan-like, trying not to get blood on his fur and quickly and efficiently killing whoever he needed to.
But my man could, like, shapeshift and shit.
“Do you have sex in your hellhound form or just your human form?” I asked, because Rowan was sexy and all, but I wasn’t sure if I could get down with a flaming hellhound.
Rowan slammed on the brakes, and I put out a hand to brace myself.
“What?” he asked.
A car beeped behind us—luckily we were just on back roads now—and Rowan started driving again, although I could see his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was a lifeline.
“Do you have sex as a hellhound?” I asked again. “I’m not sure I’d be down for that, but I still want to know everything about you. And I would never yuck anyone else’s yum, so I won’t judge. Pinkie swear,” I promised, staring at Rowan’s profile as he concentrated on the road.
Really, he was concentrating way more closely than he needed to be.
“Uh, not really,” he answered, looking over at me before looking back at the road.
Ooo-kay… That did not feel like a complete answer.
“Not really?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
The look was lost on Rowan, though, because he was very carefully looking at the road, and I figured this time it was to avoid looking at me.
Well, we couldn’t have secrets between us.
That wouldn’t work for a solid relationship.
And since Rowan and I now had a furbaby together, we had to make sure our home environment would be a good place for kids.
Was it too soon to have Rowan move in with me?
But I was getting sidetracked. Rowan was still gripping the steering wheel and watching the road, even though we were on side streets and the road was boring.
That was fine. I could be patient. He didn’t answer, and I didn’t ask again. He very carefully and very slowly (my god, who does the speed limit??) drove us back to my house and finally pulled into the driveway.
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 me anything.”
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 that thought 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.”
Then I groaned, because his grip got tighter, and that sensitive underside on the head of my cock was bumping against his cock with every tug of his hand.
“You really wanna know?” he asked, and I swear the flames got even brighter in his eyes.
Rowan looked sexy and turned on, but he also looked vaguely nervous, and I didn’t want that.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss against his chest. “You can tell me anything, boo. Anything.”
I watched as he swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed—god, even that was sexy as hell. “Can we try something?” he asked. “If you don’t like it… I would never do anything you didn’t like.”
“I trust you,” I murmured, realizing that I really did.
Rowan’s hands grabbed onto my arms, and he pulled me forward the tiniest bit, just enough so that our dicks were still in contact but my ass was now slightly elevated. I was disappointed to not have his hand on us anymore, but I was down for whatever he wanted to show me.
“Ohhh, yeah—you wanna finger me, boo? I’d love that,” I assured him.
“Not exactly,” he rumbled, and then I felt something press against my hole, warm and slick.
“Fuck!” I gasped, surprised as hell, because both Rowan’s hands were on my arms, so what the fuck was pressing into me?
It didn’t move any further, and I turned my head to look over my shoulder. It was long, thick most of the way with a thinner tip, and as I watched, it flicked against my hole again, making me moan.
“What the fuck?” I gasped out.
“It’s my tail,” Rowan said. “We have a prehensile demonic tail that we can use in any form.”
Rowan looked unsure and a little bit scared as he told me that, like he was just waiting for me to freak out and run away screaming. I wondered who had made him afraid to share that about himself. I’d find out later and cut the bitch, because I didn’t like that look on Rowan’s face at all.
I had to reassure my boo, so I pushed my ass back against his tail until it slipped inside me, and we both groaned at the feeling. It wiggled, making me gasp, and then, like it had a fucking homing beacon, it pressed into my prostate, making me see stars.
“Oh god, Rowan. More!” I cried.
His hands pulled me down against him, and his hips thrust up so that our dicks were rubbing against each other. It wasn’t as fantastic as his hand, but in combo with his tail in my ass, I wasn’t going to last long.
His tail thrust in and out, hitting my prostate on every inward push, and I found myself writhing against him, trying to get more pressure against my dick.
His hand reached between us, grabbing onto both of us and squeezing, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.
My orgasm punched out of me, literally leaving me gasping for breath, and Rowan’s cock jerked against mine, his cum spilling out onto us to join mine.
He pumped us through the final waves of ecstasy, then he moved his hand, and I flopped down onto his chest.
“I’m dead,” I murmured. “Dead. You killed me with pleasure. Fuck. That was fantastic. You are fantastic.”
Then I leaned up, even though I was still a little breathless, and kissed my man until we were both gasping for air.
When we finally pulled apart, I rolled off him and laid on my side up against him.
Yeah, I’d smeared cum all over, but that’s what showers and washing machines were for.
I snuggled into Rowan’s side, pressing gentle kisses against his skin and patting his very sexy and still very warm chest.
He was definitely moving in.