Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

Young Wild & Free

Rogue has always been forbidden fruit.

My twin and I had crushes on her long before Archer admitted his, and Javi was the last of us to fall. But none of us have ever acted on it, even as kids, because we could see what neither she nor Rebel seem to understand—they’ve been into one another since the day he moved in.

Their inability to recognize that fact stems from the unforgivable way he entered her life. The Kellys broke her heart when they sent Reck away and at first, all she could do was spit venom at the boy who replaced her twin. I can’t blame her; I’d burn the world down to get Angelo back. But once she accepted his presence, he stubbornly insisted on putting her in the ‘little sister’ box.

Hell, he still does it, and I think it’s keeping himself from giving in.

The more Rogue tagged along with our friend, the deeper she wormed her way into the group. She’s been the unattainable gold standard we held every chick we dated up to, and it explains why not a single one of us has ever had a serious girlfriend or boyfriend.

Okay, that last one only applies to me, but the guys have never given a shit that Rogue and I are controversial.

Honestly, I think Rogue is pan like me, but she doesn’t like labels. Once she was old enough, Reb’s sister seemed determined to give us a run for our money in the casual sex arena. I can’t help wondering if that’s because she’s never been able to find someone she connects with like she does with her stepbrother.

The game Rebel proposed has all of us staring at one another quietly.

Javi finally stands, his face unreadable as he walks over to the outdoor bar cabinet to pull out several bottles of booze. He grabs shot glasses as well and strides over to the group, pushing one of the ottomans close to where Rogue, Archie, and Rebel are sitting. Angelo stands, jerking his head at me, and pulls another foot rest next to the bartender.

Shit. Now my only option is to sit next to Archie and I’m not… fuck.

“Come over here, dude. Put your tech down and play ‘never have I ever’ with us,” Archie says as he pats the cushion.

Rogue twists her lips in an impish grin. “I feel like I’m overdressed as it is. Don’t make it awkward, too, Damon.”

I roll my eyes, but when they all stare at me, I get up to join them. “Okay, Sparkles. This could get even weirder. I’m glad King got the tequila.”

Javi holds the shot glasses out to us and we each take one. He peels the plastic off and uncorks the Patron. “To those about to die, I salute you.”

Once he pours a shot for us, Rebel bobs his brows. “I’ll go first. Never have I ever… cheated on a test.”

Everyone but me takes a shot and I glare at the green-haired Fae. I don’t know what his plan is, but knowing Rebel, he definitely has one. “I hate all of you,” I mutter.

“Your turn!” Rogue grins, biting her lower lip. She almost looks happy, and if this takes her mind off losing her best friend, I’ll play along.

“Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket,” I say as I toss my shot back.

Archie groans as he’s the odd man out this time. “Just because my mom would skin me alive doesn’t make me lame, you criminals.”

Smirking at him, Angelo shrugs. “Samara is terrificante . I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side, either. Your dads are easier.”

“Preach, bro,” the lion shift replies. “My turn… never have I ever slept with a girl.” Everyone drinks, and he snorts. “Shit, I forgot Wheels is a baller. Okay, never have I ever… had a threesome.”

I groan as I refill the glasses, tossing one back simultaneously as Angelo, Javi, and Rebel. I wasn’t kidding about Angelo and me sharing girls, but I’m a little surprised that Rogue didn’t drink. Archie winks at her and she shrugs.

“I haven’t. Usually there’s at least four if I’m gonna get wild.” Now we’re all staring at her with our mouths open and she waggles her brows. “That probably makes it my turn.”

“Uh, yeah .” Archie holds his hands up, giving the mantle to her. “You win.”

She taps her lips with her fingers, pretending to think. “Mmmmm. Never have I ever…” Her eyes light up and she grins wickedly. “Never have I ever slept with a guy.”

Fuck.

This time, only Rogue and I drink.

She couldn’t have known—only Angelo knows I took that step—but it reveals something I’d kept quiet for a reason. The himbo I dated was a fling, and it was more about satisfying my curiosity than anything serious. If I’m honest with myself, outside of Rogue, there’s only one other person I’ve ever had feelings for.

But I’m not telling anyone that secret—not even Angelo.

“Hell, D! You didn’t tell us you were dating! Way to go, man.” Javi grins at me, but I can’t echo his enthusiasm.

I rub the back of my head and shrug. “It was a while ago. Guess it’s back to me again?” When they nod, I pour another round. “Never have I ever… rubbed one out thinking about someone I shouldn’t.”

All the glasses are emptied, making me grin broadly. Since I got exposed—even unintentionally—I’m happy to repay the favor. As my pop would say, ‘A Gemini may forgive, but we never forget.’ Before I take another turn, I study the rest of my friends, considering whether or not I’m going to get ruthless. We’re all between four and five shots in; the booze is making everyone much more pliant than normal.

Perhaps there’s a benefit to this game if I use it correctly?

I can only assume that was Reb’s intent, but he hasn’t gotten his chance yet. Forcing him to take a turn is a gamble, but I think I can swing it. “Never have I ever gotten my dick pierced…more than once.”

Rogue gasps, pointing at him with wide eyes, and it makes all of us smile. Rebel narrows his eyes as he tosses back his shot. He’s not fooled by my pointed choice, but I guess he didn’t expect me to play dirty. “I see how it is, hacker. Never have I ever… had my dick tattooed.”

Angelo glares this time and Archie howls with laughter. I don’t have to drink, but thanks to a bottle of ouzo and a bet similar to the lion’s, he does.

Our girl’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of rose as she mutters, “I feel like we’ve gotten off track here.”

“Oh, we certainly have zuccherino , but I’m committed now.” My twin’s horns sprout from his head, the thick black bone curling at the ends. If he goes full chaos demon, we’re all screwed. “Never have I ever pierced my nipples.”

“This isn’t a ‘who has the most steel’ competition,” Rebel growls as he, Rogue, Archie, and I drink. He’s watching our girl, probably wondering when and where she had that done like the rest of us. But unlike us, he thinks he can’t ask.

I can fix that.

“Sparkles, when the hell did you get chandeliers instead of headlights?” I ask as I pour the next round.

She shrugs and winks at me. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Damon Gemini. If you’re lucky, I might tell you while I’m here.”

“Only if you share with me, too,” Angelo reminds her. “Now… since so many of you had to drink, I think dear Javi should go next. He’s far more sober than the rest of us.”

Javi glares at my brother, a light flame dancing over his skin as he responds to the demon’s challenge. “Never have I ever… used my tail for sexy times.”

His smirk makes Rogue and Rebel smile—they’re the only ones who don’t have tails, so they’re exempt. Surprisingly, Javi swallows his shot as well, and I lean over to give him a high five. Phoenixes are so uptight and moralistic that none of us would have believed it if he hadn’t asked himself. His lips curve and he shrugs, passing the almost empty bottle to Rebel.

“Go again, man.”

Rebel runs his hand through his neon hair, chewing on the bar in his tongue as he thinks. “Okay. Never have I ever… had a crush on a sibling’s friend.”

Ouch, motherfucker.

This time only Rebel is left with a full glass, and he doubles over in laughter. “Oh, this is going to spark so much conversation. Never have I ever…”

Archie rolls to his feet, his face flushed and his eyes glassy. “Dude, don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not!” His lips curve up, and he looks at the hockey player with a grin. “Never have I ever… shared a girl with a friend. Or friends.”

Sparkles pouts, wrinkling her nose. “You are being a dick! You knew if you didn’t add the plural, I would have escaped.” Angelo and I drink with her, and she takes the helm. “ Fine . Never have I ever… tied up my partner.”

Being the only true submissive in the group, I watch them take their shots as I walk over to the bar and grab another bottle. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to need this.”

“We’re just getting started, D,” Rebel says. “Get comfortable, everyone; it’s Angelo’s turn. Last one upright is the winner.”

I have a bad feeling about this…

Two hours later, I’m barely standing, but that’s better than my friends. The only two people not down for the count are Rogue and I, and I have a sneaking suspicion she’s somehow more sober than I am. I squint at her through the haze of three bottles of tequila, noting that she’s not even swaying. Archie went down first, then Javi, then Angelo, and the last one to keel over was Rebel.

They’re going to be so pissed that Rogue and I outdrank them all.

“Rebel is going to lose his mind when he wakes up,” she grins at me with twinkling eyes full of glee. “He hates when I win.”

I chuckle and jerk my head at Angelo. “Same. I’m sure they all thought we’d be the first two to topple.”

“They were incorrect.” She surges to her feet, walking over to me. “Let’s go swimming. It’s warm, and I think we earned a reward for our alcoholic prowess.”

My eyes widen as I panic. “Uh… we don’t have suits, Rogue.”

She snorts and shakes her head, peeling her shirt off over the weird arm brace. “You didn’t seem concerned with that when you were stripping earlier. Besides, I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.”

Except your naked body on display in a non-dream situation…

“I only took off my shirt! You’ve seen that before,” I choke out as she steps out of her shoes.

“Not since you got all the fancy decorations. Your ink is amazing , by the way. It’s not as fancy as mine, or Reb’s, but mine is like…species related.”

My eyes roam over the brightly colored swirls and sigils covering her torso and back as it disappears below the bra she’s wearing and then peeks out the top. Her shoulders and arms have less noticeable markings—they seem to glow in the dark, so I’m not sure they’d show up in daylight. “Yeah. The rest of us had it done, but yours showed up…”

Her lips quirk. “When I hit puberty? Merciful Persephone, men are so scared to talk about periods. You’d think you were all born with an allergy.”

I roll my eyes. “You know Angelo and I have three older sisters, right? They were not discreet.”

Rogue doesn’t answer; instead, she tugs her yoga pants down to reveal the other half of the skimpy lingerie set she’s got on under her normal clothes. “It’s close enough to a swimsuit, right?”

It takes everything inside of me not to go full on Shemp. Closing my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest because Reb will definitely take a nosedive off a steep cliff if he finds out about this. “Rogue, that’s not even enough material for a tissue, much less a swimsuit. What about your arm? You can’t?—”

“You’re a coward, Damon Gemini!” A splash follows her crowed declaration and I scowl. “I think you’re afraid I’ll find out you’re not going commando like Angelo.”

Mater irrumator praetor. ? 1

I rarely channel Luca, but right here, right now…

“Fine.” Ignoring the voice in my head telling me this is a terrible idea, I shuck the joggers and walk over to the deep end of the pool. Rogue is already half-floating with her arm propped on one of those noodles Archie got. Her eyes are tracking me as I dive in, and when I surface in front of her, the girl I’ve had a crush on for years beams at me.

Yep. I’m fucked. I’d hack the Society archives if she asked me to while she’s looking at me like that—especially when she’s mostly naked.

Water hits me in the face, and I splutter. The little minx splashed me because I wasn’t paying attention to her!

“You’re thinking too hard, D. The water feels amazing, and it's a perfect night for skinny dipping.” Her lips curve and she paddles her way over to the edge of the infinity pool to prop herself up. “Look at this view! Why aren’t you guys like always in here?”

Wading over to join her, I look out over the horizon, seeing the ocean and the calm sky. She’s right; we don’t appreciate this nearly enough. “Arch is usually training. Angelo and I are working for Dad. Javi’s on his way to becoming an Iron Chef…”

“And Reb’s busy chasing me all the time,” she finishes with a wry grin. “Well, I know if I lived here, I’d enjoy this every single day. You are all insane for wasting it.”

“That can be arranged,” I mutter. At her surprised expression, I shrug. “There’s a perfectly good room you’re camped out in now. Paying rent to some jackass who probably works for the people who may have put a hit out on you seems stupid, even if we can neutralize the current threat.”

“Damon Gemini, what would your brother think of you inviting me to live with you? For that matter, what would my brother think?”

I may be too drunk to answer that question.

But I swim closer to her, tugging her into my arms, and give it a whirl, regardless. “If I cared what they thought, I’d say they’re gonna be fine with it. Since I don’t, I’ll do this instead.”

That’s when I kiss her. She seems shocked at first and I don’t blame her. I didn’t expect to do this ever, much less tonight. But the moon is right, we’re naked, and all the logical voices in my head are dimmed by the alcohol. Her lips part and the kiss deepens, growing hungrier as I wrap my arms around her. Legs wrap around my waist, positioning my cock at the exact right spot to slide against the tiny scrap she’s calling underwear. I’m hard as fuck, and there’s absolutely no coming back from this moment.

“Damon,” she breathes when our lips break. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to break your arm.”

Holy shit.

Blinking, I open my mouth to respond, and she gives me a naughty grin. Her hands snake up to touch the tips of the horns poking out of my head. As her fingertips trace their shape, they lengthen into devilish points and all hope of me being able to think straight is gone.

“Since you asked nicely,” I growl. The timbre of my voice lowers as the demon flows through me. I can’t always let go like this with girls, but Rogue has seen all of us change many times. She’s not repulsed in the slightest. My hand slips down to yank the thong right off of her, plunging two fingers into her roughly.

A low, throaty moan is her response, and when my tail whips past her good arm, she grabs it hard. “I said fuck me, D. I could finger myself if that’s what I wanted.”

This fucking girl is not the girl I grew up with anymore.

“As you wish, Sparkles.” Her eyes light at the reference, but that fades to a loud wail when I impale her on my cock. My eyes roll back, feeling the heat compared to the water and the lava running through my veins. Her hand is busily stroking my pointed tail like it’s an extra cock and it makes electricity crawl over my skin like I’ve been shocked. Rogue has clearly fucked a demon before and, for some reason, that sends me into overdrive.

My wings push their way out of my shoulder blades, spreading behind me like a leathery umbrella. As my hands hold her hips in a bruising grip, I drape them over us in case someone awakens. I don’t know why I want this moment to be private—even from my twin—but I do. Snarls and moans escape me as I piston into her tight heat, and she looks up at me.

Her eyes are completely black. Is that normal?

“Harder, Damon.” She squeezes my tail and I almost lose it. Her wings slide out, not emitting dust but gently buzzing behind her as our bodies move. “ Tá tú ar an gcéad ? 2 . ”

I have no idea what that means, or even if she does, but I comply. Pushing her against the glass, I hammer into her, slipping a hand down to rub her clit. The tremors inside of her tell me she likes it, so I continue as I lean in to kiss her again. When our lips break, I feel a trickle of blood running down my chin and she gives me a grin full of razor-sharp teeth.

That’s hot, and why don’t Fae tell people how fucking hot their shit is?

“Now it’s your turn, my deamhan ,? 3 ” she whispers in a dark voice, punctuating her request by lifting my tail to her mouth and nipping it lightly. “Use your claws.”

With a roar of pleasure, my claws pop free, and one embeds in her shoulder. She uses the arm with the brace to push me towards the wound, smearing the blood over my face. I knew Rogue professed to be a bit kinky, but this is far exceeding my expectations, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I lean in and lick the sparkling midnight blood of the Dark Unseelie, and her walls contract around my dick so hard I can barely breathe.

“Rogue…”

“Come with me, Damon. Do it now. ”

The command and her teeth sinking into the flesh of my tail send me rocketing to a climax. Every part of me is consumed by her and if we weren’t pressed against this wall, we might fucking drown. When her walls stop fluttering and my dick shudders to a stop, I look down at her in awe. Her eyes are full of confusion as well, and we just stare at one another for a few quiet moments as the aftershock ripples over us. My tail slips from her lips, coming up to stroke her cheek lightly.

“Did we…?”

“Maybe?”

“Did you know?” she asks as her eyes fade back to the normal iridescent rainbow of color.

I shake my head. “Definitely not.”

“Does that mean Angelo is?”

Shrugging, I close my wings around us tighter to keep the sound contained. I don’t want anyone waking up and hearing this before we’re ready. “I don’t know. Sometimes that’s true.”

“How will I know?”

“If it’s meant to happen, it will, Sparkles. The bigger question now is, what are we gonna tell them?”

Her lips curve up, and she gives me a mischievous grin. “What if you carry me upstairs to my room and we go to bed where it’s soft? They can stay down here and get backaches because they’re lightweights. Then we might not have to tell them anything yet.”

“Until I have to admit I asked you to move in.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Yes, then we might have to say something. My belongings would give it away. Is that smart after…?”

“Fuck if I care.”

That’s gonna bite me later, but I’m willing to risk it.