Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

S&M

I have to take a deep breath when D backs Rogue into me.

As furious as I was when she took off like a… Well, not a bat out of hell because she smoked Damon with her speed. More like a hummingbird on meth, I suppose. Whatever the simile, our girl made tracks, and we lost her. The panic that raced through me was real and finding her battling three fucking trolls with hellfire she shouldn’t have hasn’t settled me down.

My twin is on edge, too, or he wouldn’t be taking control like this without being commanded. I’m pretty sure Princess knows that because she’s wriggling and smirking at him rather than having an episode. It’s the defiant streak in Rogue I crave—her alpha brat behavior softened by the occasional peek at her soft underbelly. But she must have a pair of big Domme panties hiding with those flimsy thongs or D wouldn’t be acting like he is.

He’s begging her to top him, and I want to see her kneel.

“If you think showing up to finish my assassins off at the last second, all trussed up in horns and tails, is going to impress me, you’re sorely mistaken.” Rogue tilts her head as much as she can with D’s hand in place as she adds, “You aren’t the first boy to use his kung-fu grip and you won’t be the last.”

Damon’s eyes are full of fire and his tail whips around to wrap around her wrist. He means business, but I want answers before we take this further. My brother has never refused to answer me when I asked about conquests, and he’s been damn near mute about whatever happened between them last night.

“Listen, Princess. You’ve got Damon twisted in knots. Look at him; he’s not aggressive normally. We both know he prefers someone else in charge. Tell me what happened and I’ll help you fix it. Then we can bang it out together.”

Her head moves slightly again, and she looks up at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? After this morning, I will never touch any of you.”

“This morning?” D gives her a puzzled look. His wings fold slightly while his tail tugs her hand up to his lips. “What about this morning? Did something happen at breakfast?”

“Nothing happened at breakfast,” she hisses as she tries to pull her wrist away. “Why won’t the two of you fuck off? There are plenty of women who would love to hit the sheets with you for a night. Leave me alone .”

Something about her words feels specific and I… oh, shit.

I know why Rogue has been a nightmare all day and why she got into a fight with her friends. The problem is… I didn’t trigger her trauma and I’m not sure how to help D figure it out without pissing them both off. But if I don’t, none of us are getting laid and no battle victory sex is a travesty.

Trust me on that.

“What if we don’t want to find someone for one night, Princess?” I trace the shell of her pointed ear with my tongue, flexing my fingers on her hips. “Maybe we prefer to dance in the fire.”

She snorts. “You idiots always prefer the fire. You’re demons, and hellfire is what you… oh.” Rogue’s voice drops to a whisper as she closes her eyes. “Oh no, no, no. It can’t be.”

“You know it can, Sparkles,” D finally speaks and I arch a brow at him. “We weren’t that drunk.”

Now I feel left behind. What the hell did they do?

Suddenly, the pieces click together and I step back, letting her go as I figure it out. “The portal. Blue hellfire. The way you’re acting. Her freak out.”

Rogue pushes her way out of his arms and wraps herself in her own. “Way to go, Watson. You did that one all on your own.”

“She started it!” My twin gives me a pleading look, and I almost laugh.

“Of fucking course she did, bro.” I squint at her, letting my fires spark in my eyes, and then I can see it. The demon brand is visible only by heat signature and Damon’s is glowing like a lava lamp now that I’m looking. “ Blood , D! Ma’s gonna kill us!”

“Gee, way to make a girl feel special. Besides, there is no us . There isn’t even a ‘me and him’!” She flares at Damon like she’d gladly sprinkle him with death dust if she could.

“Why are you so mad at me?”

I literally cannot with either of them. Their bullshit is clashing, and they’re too busy licking their wounds to see they can’t hear one another. “That’s it!”

Princess and my twin turn to give me a dirty look, but I ignore it. Someone has to stop these fools before they ruin everything. I point at Damon. “You came downstairs to talk to us and she woke up alone. For a Fae who’s been abandoned so much in her brief life, that smacked Rogue in the face and she’s been punishing all of us ever since.”

She makes a strangled sound and I point at her. “And you are terrified by your trauma, your BFF betraying you, and knowing what you two did last night. You’re not stupid, Princess. Neither of you was drunk enough to not realize you fucking mated — without me, no less !”

Damon pales and walks towards me. “Ang, it happened before I…”

“Just because it happened to us doesn’t mean…”

Sweet Lucifer, they cannot be this dumb.

I hold up my hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, D. And yes, Princess, it does. Damon and I are a perfect split of our parents in DNA and in species. We are mirrors of one another. You couldn’t control the fire because you are missing half the flame.”

She narrows her eyes as she flares at me. “I am not a milkshake and you don’t get to share me because you’re twins. Fate doesn’t dictate my sexual partners.”

My hacker brother finally finds his balls again and walks over to the angry Fae, dropping to his knees and taking her hand. I watch the large wings fold down and his tail snake out to curve around her waist. “Rogue, you need to listen to me. I didn’t leave you because it was no big deal. Angelo and Javi found me naked in your bed, and I went downstairs to talk it out before Reb and Archie came in.”

“You… didn’t run off?” Her expression is suspicious and when she looks at me, I nod. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Because you needed rest, and we were coming to get you after we finished cooking,” Damon says softly.

“I’m still not fucking anyone because of a magical Fate lottery,” she grumbles.

I can’t help myself; I laugh. Rogue looks even less amused, and Damon’s lips quirk up. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“Don’t act like I’m stupid.”

Stalking forward, I move to her side, opening my wings to surround them both. “Princess, you’ve had a fan club since you were in middle school. I’m not sure how you’ve convinced yourself otherwise, but there’s gonna be a fight when they find out what happened.”

“What’s going to happen,” Damon murmurs as he kisses the inside of her wrist. She arches her brow at him, and I’m surprised as fuck when he extends a claw, scratching a furrow and suckling the blue blood that wells up.

“Holy fuck, Damon…”

Her throaty moan makes my cock harden, and I move behind her, tugging her hips to mine. She wiggles her ass against me, leaning her head back on my shoulder. I dig my fingers in, murmuring in her ear. “Does the Princess like a little pain with her pleasure? You didn’t flinch when D had his fingers around your neck.”

“I like him on his knees better, but you’re welcome to see if you can convince me you belong somewhere else.” Rogue lifts a foot and sits it on Damon’s shoulder, her hand sliding into his hair. “He has some serious begging to do before I’m willing to listen.”

I nod at my twin and he buries his face into her thick thigh, making her gasp as sharp teeth work their way upwards. “There’s the permission he needed, your Highness. You’re in control. Take what you need.”

“ Stop calling me that,” she says on a breathy moan. My lips quirk as D pauses right at the juncture of her thigh, slipping his fingers under the hem of the shorts.

His horns emerge with sharp points and her hands grasp them, drawing a growl of pleasure from my brother. Rogue is making him more comfortable with who we are than anyone I’ve ever witnessed, and the combination of her sass and his acceptance makes the lava in my veins burn. “Is she wet? Does the Princess want us, D?”

“She’s fucking soaked, and it smells like lavender and honeysuckle.” He inhales as his nose rubs over the crotch of her shorts, and I can feel our girl shudder against me. “And whatever the hell she’s wearing is crotchless.”

Sexy lingerie to rip off is definitely one of my kinks. RIP to her collection.

“Make her come hard. I’ll count until you tell me she’s ready.”

Sharp teeth sink into my neck just enough to get my attention, but not hard enough to draw blood. “ I say when I’m ready, deamhan ? 1 .”

A gasp tells me Damon is touching her and I grin at her, our faces nose to nose as she uses me for leverage. “Only with him, Princess. I call the shots up here. Grab his tail and stroke—it’s torture, but he loves it.”

Stubbornness and desire war on her face, but she finally complies and the moan Damon releases makes her shiver. “All you’re doing is talking, featherhead. I thought you were going to impress me.”

My hands slide up and under the straps of her shibari-like top, plucking the caged nipples hard. “You won’t rush me by insinuating that I’m bad in bed, Rogue. I’m not swayed by your bratty outbursts.”

“I bet I—ahhhhhh!” Her sentence ends in a shout and I grin as I see my twin’s face buried in her pussy. “Wh-what… is… that ?!”

Chuckling, I release one of her nipples to place my hand on her neck where Damon’s was earlier. I squeeze the sides very lightly, careful to avoid arteries as I tease her. “Never had a high level demon in your cunt, baby? That is his tongue. Be a good girl and tell him what to do with it.”

“You… motherfucker…” The breathy pants make my dick jump as she grinds into his mouth and then back into me. “My clit, little D. Use the forked part to flick… yessss. Just like that.”

Fucking Lucifer and the dark army, it’s like this girl was made for us.

It doesn’t take long before she’s trembling in my arms and when the first orgasm grips her; I bite down on the point of her ear while I squeeze her neck a bit harder. “One, Princess. Damon, this time with fingers, too, bro.”

Rogue screams and writhes as we work our way through three more, each time her body getting more pliant and her defiance ratcheting up as she insists she can’t handle another. By the time I count number six, my twin has used his tongue, fingers, and fist to explore her pussy like he’s hunting for treasure and I’ve edged myself so far that my horns are curling down to the back of my skull.

“No more, Angelo, please .”

The begging is my undoing, and I let go of her nipple to undo my pants. “Stretch her ass and use that cum to get her ready for us.”

D looks up at me with eyes consumed by his blue hellfire and a face shining with her juices. “I won’t last long. She hasn’t given me permission yet.”

“Oh, she will when we’re buried inside of her, won’t she, Princess?” Rogue moans and squirms as his fingers work her right hole. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“I want you assholes to fuck the brat out of me and fill me up with your seed while we seal the bond. Don’t fucking tease me.”

Goddamned perfect.

My cock is swollen to the point of pain as I yank it out and nod down at D to stand. He rips the shorts off of her, sandwiching her between us, as we both use our wings to form a private circle around us for this moment. Rogue yanks his face to hers, kissing him hungrily as I coat my dick in the flood of fluids leaking from her pussy—our girl must be a squirter, and that’s hot enough to almost break my resolve.

When their lips break, she yanks his tail up with an evil smirk. “Get inside me before I change my mind, little devil.”

I growl as his expression turns to one of pure joy. My hips pull back and I wait for him to thrust inside of her hard. The sound she makes is downright sinful , and I line myself up, enjoying my self-denial as much as she’s enjoying dominating my twin. “I wonder what else he hasn’t told you about what is going to happen when we fill you to the brim, Princess? When the blood is flowing between the three of us, the bond will form and we’ll be locked in until the pleasure dies down. You’ll get your pain—everywhere.”

“I want it now, Angelo. Take my ass, spank it, choke me, bleed me… just stop talking about it and do it. ”

Her words snap my patience and I bury my cock inside of her with one rough thrust. The high-pitched scream of ecstasy makes me grimace and when D moves, I can’t hold back anymore. Our bodies rock as we push and pull her back and forth, grunts and howls filling the air. My brother is right; it doesn’t take long before I can feel the tightening and flutters of her body and the jerking of his dick as it brushes mine.

“I want you to give him permission to come, Princess, and then use those teeth to bite his tail. Drink him in and we’ll mark you the same in opposite places. When the burning and the piercing start, don’t let go and don’t move.”

She has no idea what’s about to happen and it’s going to send her into the stars—or so I’m told.

“Yessss… Sssirrrr… C-Come for me, my deamhans .”

My eyes are consumed with red hellfire when she purposefully teases both of us with her words. Another snap of our hips puts us both as deep inside of her as we can get, and I look at my brother. “Now, D.”

Our cocks swell at the same time, locking into place with the sharp hooks as we dive to her shoulders. Claws slice and Damon snarls when she sinks her teeth into him as instructed. Once blood is coating our lips and we’re joined, the orgasm rolls through all of us in a messy, violent burst of power. Words muttered in two different languages echo in my head, but I keep fucking her until every drop of our come is spent inside of our mate.

Breaths come in harsh pants and shivers run through us as we wait, and when the magic dies down, I lift my head to press a kiss to her sweaty brow. “You’ve been very naughty, Princess. You hid something very special.”

“We had to,” she whimpers. “You know what they do to Fae who can do it.”

I do, which is why I’m not mad. She and Reb could be used for so many things with that gift; it would make them impossible to keep safe, even from the Society. “I know, baby. Damon, port us to the house to clean her up and then we’ll come back for the others. I want to keep as much of us inside of her as possible until we’re done taking care of our girl.”

“You know I have the rune, right? I’m not a demon slot machine,” Rogue snarks.

Ah, the spark I crave is back.

“We don’t want to breed you, Princess. You’re far too hot kicking ass and taking names to tie down like that. I just like my mark being all the hell over you whenever possible.” I swat her ass and she moans.

“Do that next time, too, big guy.”

Fucking. Perfect.