Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

Control

Trace finally fucks off into the ocean and when he’s far enough out of sight, I turn to glare at my twin. “How did we miss the water, man?”

He has the grace to look chagrined. “The damn aquatics don’t have beef with Luca, and honestly? I didn’t even consider someone who can swim up and scale that damn cliff. Trace isn’t a common shifter, and most of the salt suckers couldn’t do what he can.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Rebel growls. “We need shit protecting that flank, stat.”

Rogue barks a laugh and we look at her curiously. “That was the most mixed metaphor ever, Reb. Like a quote from every dramatic TV show dude rolled into one. Flank. Stat. Excuses.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek as she makes exaggerated ‘stern leader’ faces and puffs up her chest. She’s not wrong, but she’s baiting the bear. “Princess, this is serious.”

“Duh, Ang. I’m not stupid,” she huffs as she flops onto the lounging couch. “It’s a security hole and luckily for us, a somewhat annoying, yet kinda friendly asshole revealed it. But also, it might be how someone got the box in.”

Shit.

“I don’t think so, Sparkles. I’m not even sure Trace could swim in with that box, without it getting destroyed, and scale the wall without it getting smashed,” Damon walks over to the cliff our infinity pool backs into, frowning. He’s probably running math in his head, so I don’t respond to him.

Rogue crosses her legs, looking at the sky thoughtfully. “What if someone swam the person in with the box in some submersible, then the second person climbed up, and the other… I don’t know; threw it? Used magic? Flew it up?”

Rebel frowns and joins Damon at the edge, scratching the back of his neck. “A team could do it, maybe. As long as the team had all the required skills. Do we think the families are sending teams to sneak boxes in? Seems like a lot of specialized work and too many people for it to stay secret.”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Luca always said that there’s a group of shifters who only do shit like this. That’s their only job and they’re paid via a pool of money equally contributed to by the groups. The Hermes Service isn’t loyal to any one family nor any one person, which means they keep shit under wraps.”

My twin gapes at me. “That’s more than he ever told me, for fuck’s sake. Damn, Ang. The old man really was grooming you separately. Why did you let me think I was paranoid?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now I’ve done it.

“Guys,” Rogue cuts in as she sits up. Her expression is frustrated as she flicks her gaze at each of us. “No in-fighting. We cannot turn on each other with so many motherfuckers coming for us. I swear to Hera’s spies, I will turn every single one of you over my knee and spank the living shit out of you until you beg for mercy.”

D and Javi turn bright red, their eyes everywhere but on our girl. Reb smirks and Archie looks curious, so I take this one. “You will, huh? And how would threatening us with a good time achieve your goal of stopping the bickering?”

Her nose wrinkles adorably as she groans. “ Of course that turns you all on. Subbies and switches and alpha brats—every single one of you jackasses.”

I arch a brow. “Absolutely not, Princess.”

“Oh, I think you’d very much enjoy giving me control, Angelo Gemini. I make it… very appealing. Ask little D.” Rogue’s lips curl up as she rises to her knees and puts her hands on her hips. “I’m one hundred percent a pleasure Domme.”

The phoenix and my brother look like they’re going to burst if she stays that far away for much longer, so I look over at Rebel curiously. “What do you think, dickhead? Can she manage it?”

“I bet she can,” Archie interjects. His eyes are golden and filled with heat. He’s definitely a switch, and he’s probably just discovered that.

Could be fun. Why not?

“I’d like to see her try,” Rebel says as his eyes flash. The idea of fighting for control works for both of us, so Rogue is in for a rough time if she pushes this.

The woman in question rolls her eyes and lifts her hand like a puppet. “You’re talking and all I hear is ‘blah, blah, blah,’ boys. Are you in or are you out? ‘Cuz I think little D, Javi, and Archie are all in .”

Her attitude is just saucy enough to make my dick perk up, and before I know it, I’m sporting wings and horns.

Okay, the demon is happy to try it.

“Looks like I’m doing this, Princess. But remember… this is a one-time thing.” I look at her pointedly and she throws her head back to laugh.

“Oh, Ang, that’s what they all say.”

Rebel ruffles his electric green hair, then shakes his head. “Okay, okay. You got me, Kierra. Show us what you got.”

I don’t regret my choice a bit when she bounces on the chair and her tits damn near escape her shirt. She catches my gaze and frowns, rolling to her feet as she grins at us impishly. “Alright, my beautiful boys… We need to go inside. I don’t want anyone spying on what’s mine and I need… props.”

“Fuck, yes,” Archie mutters and I snort. “Best. Decision. Ever.”

Rogue winks at him and cocks her head at the back door. “Come along, little doggies. We’ve got some preparation to do. Make sure you repeat your safe words as we head inside.”

“Zero Day,” Damon replies instantly.

Snickering, I think about it for a moment. I haven’t had to pick one since I’m usually on the other end of things. “Goose.”

They all look at me, and I shrug. “Those fuckers are evil, and I say that as a goddamn demon.”

Archie grins, looking very pleased with himself as he crows, “Pumbaa.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“God, you’re predictable,” Rebel mutters. He stops for a second to think and adds, “Break out.”

Rogue winks at him as she opens the back door, holding it for us as we file inside. “And even though none of you jokers asked, mine is pufferfish. Now that we’re all familiar, upstairs we go. I have shit to set up.”

Uh-oh.

When I get up the stairs, Rogue is in her room, bent at the waist, rummaging through a box in the corner. Her ass looks delicious and I almost walk over to grab it, but then I remember we promised to let her have the wheel.

Stupid promises.

Archie winks at me and I know he’s thinking the same thing, but we stand in the doorway like good little supes as she rifles around.

“I suggest stripping,” she calls out as she continues to pull things out of the box and sets them on the floor. “Boxers can stay, I suppose. Make a circle… I’d like to get comfortable together first.”

Damon chuckles, his lips twisting before he leans in to whisper in my ear. What he says makes me smirk and the others look at me expectantly. “That’s her nice way of saying Reb’s not totally on board yet and she’s going to make us do insane shit. At least, according to Damon.”

“Dude, if I wanted everyone to know, I would have said it out loud.”

Ever the exhibitionist, Archie shrugs and kicks his shoes off, then tugs off his shirt. “Who cares? Wheels is running the show and if it means naked time, I’m in.”

When he puts it that way…

Damon and I share a look, then undress as well. The lion is down to his boxers in nothing flat, and Javi joins in once we do. Reb is still standing there like a dumbass, and I groan inwardly. This idiot is going to ruin his wet dream if he doesn’t get out of his own way.

A black cloth hits me and I startle, frowning at it for a minute before Rogue yells, “Put it on the moron. I know he’s acting stupid out there.”

“She’s so fucking smart,” Damon stage whispers. “You guys are in serious trouble, Ang.”

I walk over to Rebel with the blindfold and he snarls. “Man, you agreed to let her be in charge. Get out of your head or you’ll fuck this up.”

He finally relents, and I bind it to keep him from peeking. “Now I have to strip, right?”

“Yes,” Rogue says as she stands, dusting off her hands. “Archie, go grab some liquor from the cabinet and an empty bottle. The only way this is going to work is if tight-ass over there gets much more relaxed.”

“What do you want us to do, Dragonfly?” Javi gives her a soft smile, but I can see the hunger on his face.

Our girl grabs him, kissing him deeply before she lets go. “Good boy, Javi. The rest of you… circle up on the floor. We’re gonna take this wayyyyy back.”

I arch a brow, but I drop to the ground. Everyone forms a circle, even our recalcitrant leader, and she beams. When Archie comes back in with her requests, she hands out the full bottles, but keeps the empty one, tucking it behind her. “What are we doing, Princess?”

“Playing Truth or Dare, of course.”

“I thought we were being bondaged up, not playing silly middle school games,” Rebel scoffs. “What the hell, sis?”

“ Don’t call me that,” she grits out as she joins us and motions for Archie to do the same. “And we have all night, dumbass. It’s not like we have a curfew. I prefer my bottom bitches to be relaxed and ready, not strung up like fancy violins. So we’re gonna ease into it.”

Odd method, but who am I to judge?

Once the grumpy Fae settles down, Rogue looks at the lion with a mischievous grin. “Truth or Dare, Archer Glaser?”

The hockey player puts his fingers to his lips, pretending to think about it for a moment. Rolling my eyes, I uncork the scotch and take a swig, then pass it to my twin. “Truth, Rogue Kelly.”

She grins wickedly as she leans back on her hands. “How long have you been in love with me?”

Ouch. Hard hit right at the start.

“Since you were in middle school, and it totally makes me a fucking creep, but I don’t care,” the blond says as he grabs the scotch from Rebel. “It’s not like I did anything about it when we were kids, but you’ve been like… the ideal.”

“Damn, bro,” Damon whistles low, looking impressed. “You’re not even drunk yet.”

Rogue has turned bright pink, and her tattoos are glowing. I’ve never seen that when she’s not angry or having an orgasm, so our leonine friend hit a home run. “Shit. Shit. Your turn, Archie.”

His grin is smug as he looks around the circle at us. “You fuckers won’t be able to compete, but Truth or Dare, Ang.”

I pretend to think about it, too, but if he’s playing dirty, I am as well. “Truth.”

“You idiots are cowards,” Rebel mumbles.

“Honesty is harder than risky pranks sometimes,” I reply, before giving Archie a look. “Go ahead, big guy.”

“Hmmm.” He takes another drink and passes the bottle to Javier before he speaks. “Angelo, tell Rogue what her title will be when you takeover your dad’s spot.”

Fuck. Me.

The other guys laugh and I sigh. It was going to happen anyway, so… what the hell? “She’d be Queen of the Gemini caliphate, and if our family rises in the ranks, Queen of Hell isn’t impossible.”

“What??!!”

Damon intercedes quickly, saving my ass. “The Hell part isn’t likely. That would take a coup and a bunch of shifting allegiances… it’s like… pretty far off.”

“But a Queen? An actual one? I thought you guys were pulling my legs.”

Our girl looks green instead of pink now and I laugh softly. “This night is going to be delicious in so many ways. But no, we were being honest.” My head swivels and I grin. “Truth or Dare, Damon?”

“Dare,” he blurts.

Bad choice, bro.

“I dare you to kiss Archie in front of the Princess. I get the feeling she’d like it.”

His eyes widen and he looks at me like he’s going to murder me on the spot. Rogue, however, claps her hands in excitement, crawling over to grab the bottle of booze as she looks at him.

“Hold on. I gotta get ready. This is going to be awesome.”

“ Angelo ,” my brother grinds out.

I shrug. “You can bitch out, but you’re going to have to take whatever the truth is without having anymore passes.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, D. Just get over here and do it.”

Bingo. I’m a damn genius.