Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

Promiscuous

There’s something weird going on.

Not only did I wake up with a raging Fae dust hangover, but I could have sworn I saw the twins’ wings for a half second before I cleared my eyes. I can’t say waking up with my head pillowed on Rogue’s tummy was terrible, but Angelo and Damon were there, too, and she didn’t seem surprised.

Wheels just yawned and ruffled my hair before wiggling her way out of the dude pile to head for the bathroom. I watched her go, nose twitching as I scented something familiar, but this blasted headache made it hard to focus for long. The twins headed for their room without a word and that’s fucking strange, too.

Maybe we all tripped the light fantastic, and it’s why I can’t make sense of anything.

“Arch! Pay attention!”

A flying right cross comes towards my face and I move before our girl clocks me into next week. “Shit, Wheels, you’re getting your speed back.”

She rolls her eyes. “We heal quickly and Florissa did her thing. Plus, I’m not the one still sweating out Fae dust and hookah smoke all over the gym.”

I give her a sheepish look, rubbing the back of my head. “You got me there. Reb was mad because you disappeared off the radar and when he saw Sariah in the pleasure pits, he went off book. Where did you go, anyway?”

“I…” Rogue pauses as if considering her words. “I met up with the Bombers, had a team meet, saw the twins, and flew off to get them off my case.”

I may not be the smartest guy in our group, but I’ve known Rebel long enough to spot when a Fae is constructing their version of a lie.

“Doesn’t sound very exciting, Wheels. You were gone a long ass time for just that shit.”

Her spin kick almost lands, but I feint and she growls. “What can I say? I can’t be managed.”

Snorting, I shake my head as I stalk towards her. “I would never try to clip your wings, baby. We all want you to be safe, and there’s a price on your head.”

“But why ?”

“Which part? The price?” I shrug and head for the treadmill, ready to move from sparring to cardio. “Either the Stuhlls are trying to fix the races or there’s a bigger enemy at play. I don’t believe it’s the team rivalry shit for a second.”

Hopefully, she doesn’t notice I avoided the other question.

After she tosses aside her hand wraps, Rogue follows my lead and hops on the second treadmill. We jog in silence for a moment before she sighs. “The Stuhlls could just disqualify Reb. It seems too easy. But… I’ve never been important enough for anyone to give a shit about outside of being a Guardian. And if that was the problem, they’d be after Reb, too.”

“I don’t know, Wheels. You remember nothing before the Kellys adopted you and Reck as toddlers. When you emerged, you should have gotten all of that back. Maybe it’s something from your past.”

Her tone is bitter as she replies, “Reck was the special one; that’s why they traded him. I’m the gross fruitcake no one wants. I highly doubt it has anything to do with being a former lost one.”

Fuck. Now she’s upset. I’m the one who always keeps her light and smiling.

“Maybe it’s some jealous asshole you dated. You’ve got a trail of suitors as long as any of us. Who knows how psycho anyone really is until you’ve dumped them? Mina sure as fuck turned out to be a sociopath dressed in sparkly hot pants.” I wink at her, but inside, I’m worried my joke might be closer to home than she realizes. The shadowy figure making out with her ex-BFF is still a concern, if you ask me.

“Dude, you have got to be kidding me!” Rogue stops her machine, wiping her brow with a towel as she laughs. “There is no one on this planet who would spend the dough to order a mob hit because I wouldn’t bounce the mattress with them anymore. That’s like… completely ridiculous.”

The lion inside of me lifts its head as she splays her arms out, gesturing at her body in the tiny training garb. That odd scent comes back, and I stop my treadmill to lean in to sniff along her arms. A low growl rumbles out of me and I jump off the track, prowling around to the other side of her.

“Archie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Honestly, I have no idea.

My eyes bleed golden as I put my hands on her waist, lifting her up to carry her over to the big pile of mats in the corner. The beast inside of me is pushing at my skin like never before, and I can feel my tail whip around behind me. I never half shift like this, at least not if I'm not in danger or…

I don’t have time to piece it together before I toss Rogue on the mats and leap on top of her. Our bodies are pressed together from head to toe and she looks at me with a shocked expression. One hand comes up to touch my mouth and I realize I must be sporting fangs. Yet another oddity I can’t account for.

“What’s going on with you?” she whispers as her fingers trace over the huge leonine canines. “You never shift in front of me.”

“I don’t shift in front of anyone but family unless we’re in danger.”

Her laugh is full of amusement as she settles beneath me, calm as the sea before a storm. “We’re not in danger, Archer Glaser.”

Fae use full names when things are very serious, so she must have some clue.

“There is one other thing that will bring out the big cat.”

“What’s that?” Her brow arches, and she grabs my tail, sliding her fingers along the furry length.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing my shit right then and there. There’s no way Wheels isn’t aware of how sensitive most tails are, and she’s definitely playing with me. The lion is roaring in my mind; it wants more and I don’t have permission for that.

“You know the answer is when I’m fucking, Rogue Kelly.” My lips curve over the fangs as I use her own custom to show her I’m not joking.

“I see.” She cranes her neck and looks around before shrugging. “We don’t appear to be doing that, either. Though I suppose we are in the optimal position.”

I’m going to get my ass kicked for this, but…

“Allow me to remedy that, baby.”

Those are the last words spoken before our mouths meet in a clash of dominance. She rips the shirt over my head, and I use a claw to shred the sports bra covering her pretty jeweled nipples. The moan she lets out as I tug on them makes my cock twitch. Before I realize what she’s doing, she has my dick in her hand, stroking firmly.

Ripping my lips from hers, I look at her with wild eyes. She grins lazily, squeezing me in her palm. “This is a workout I can get behind, kitty cat. We’re gonna burn all sorts of calories.”

I growl at the ‘kitty cat’ remark, thrusting my hips forward. “Rogue, I need you to tell me you want this. Once we start, I’m afraid…”

“Your big, bad lion is gonna come out and scare me?” I nod, and she laughs again as her fingers trail over the head of my cock. “I am not afraid of you shifting, Archie, nor am I breakable. Give it all to me or we’re not doing this.”

The challenge in her words pulls a loud roar from me and I’m grateful as fuck for the soundproofing in this room. I let go of her breasts to tear the shorts off her, my eyes bugging out at the tiny thong. My appreciation only lasts a moment before I send it flying over my shoulder and slip my fingers into the wet heat between her thighs.

Breathy moans let me know what she likes, and I rub my thumb over her clit as I fuck her roughly with my fingers. My tail whips around to feather the bottle-brush tip over her chest and torso, teasing her while I push her towards the first peak. When her body trembles, I lean down and bite a nipple.

“ Fuck , Archie!”

Releasing the bite as she writhes with an orgasm, I grin. “Not yet, but very soon, baby.”

Her fingers bury in my hair, and she yanks my head up. “No, now . Do it now .”

Far be it for me to deny my girl what she wants.

I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, finally identifying the scent that has been plaguing me since this morning. Grabbing her thighs, I spread them apart and line my cock up, pausing for one moment to catch her gaze. When she’s looking at me, I thrust hard, getting as deep inside of her as I can. The mewling sound she makes is music to my ears and I stoop to scrape my fangs along her jugular.

“Move, you jackass,” she pants, trying to wiggle her hips until I give in.

“When I’m ready, Wheels. Now be a good girl and kiss me like you want to be fucked.”

Her hands come up and frame my face, holding it in place as she fucking dominates me with her tongue and sharp little teeth. Rogue suckles on my lower lip like it’s something else entirely and I almost give in. When she draws blood, my control snaps, and my hips start a punishing rhythm. Tasting the tang of copper makes the lion roar again, and I lean down to scratch a line along her collarbone.

The wail of pleasure feeds the beast and I feel my cock swell as I pound into her tight pussy. She rakes her nails down my back and the scent of more blood fills the air. Gritting my teeth against a full shift, I slip a hand down to play with her clit, pushing her toward the edge before I’m past the point of logical thought. Her walls grip me and I think I’m going to make it without turning into a five hundred pound predator until she leans in and whispers.

“Here kitty, kitty.”

Something inside of me snaps, and I dart forward, biting her neck to hold her in place. My finger flicks her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath as the orgasm hits her, but she stays still in the grip of my fangs. Growling as my dick jerks and spurts inside of her, I press deeper instinctively and that’s when I feel it: the spines.

Adroa, save me; Rogue Kelly is my mate.

The backward curving spines rake over her inside and she digs her nails into my ass as she holds on. When my thrusts finally slow, I lift my head, fangs retracting as I look down at her in complete shock. Her lips curve up in a satisfied smirk, and I can’t seem to find the words to say anything.

I’ve had a crush on this girl since we were kids, and I never once suspected she was my mate.

Rebel is going to murder me.

“So, uh, does that happen every time or…?” Rogue tilts her head, releasing her grip on my ass to bring a hand to my face. “Cause that was… different.”

I flush bright red, unsure how I’m going to explain lion anatomy while I’m balls deep in her. “Um, not usually.”

Her eyes widen, and she jerks her hand back to put it over her mouth. “No! Not again. Do not tell me it happened again.”

“Don’t tell you what happened again, Wheels?”

She wiggles, trying to disengage herself, and I move, letting her roll to her feet. I watch in confusion as she paces naked around the room. Of course, my cock watches, too.

Sue me, lions mate for days sometimes.

“Put that thing away!” Rogue points with a glare. “Oh, you stupid, stupid boys!”

“Huh?” I ask as I tug my shorts back on. I can’t give her the workout clothes she wore because I destroyed them, but I toss her my shirt. “What are you freaking out about, Wheels?”

Pulling the shirt over her head, she walks over and pokes me in the chest. “You! You just mated with me, didn’t you?!”

I duck my head sheepishly. “It sort of happened. I mean, I didn’t intend to do it without talking to you, but I didn’t know …”

Her screech is full of aggravation as she throws her hands up. “Isn’t that the theme of the fucking week? ”

What?

“Are you saying someone else mated with you accidentally this week?” A growl builds in my chest until I realize that outside of our group, Rogue hasn’t been alone with anyone for any significant amount of time for days. “ Wait . Did one of us mate with you this week? Besides me?”

The look of absolute scorn she gives me answers my question. I scratch the back of my head, trying to figure out what to say. Lions are poly within their prides, so as long as it is one of us, I’m not upset. But clearly, she’s still trying to wrap her head around it and now I’ve added to the tally.

I sit up on the mats, crossing my legs and patting my lap. “C’mere, Wheels. Let me hold you for a few while you tell me a story, and we’ll see if I can help you understand.”

“As long as you aren’t fitting me for a throne, I’ll play along,” she grumbles.

She walks over and sits down, curling up against my chest. Her comment makes me smile, though she can’t see it. I have a feeling I know where this tale is headed and man, is that going to be a ride.

Rich supe families like theirs are not ready for our girl.