Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

TruthDare

It’s weird to be this eager, right? Ah, fuck, who cares?

I grin as I take a swig of the scotch from the bottle, settling in to watch this unfold with glee. It might be a wee bit voyeuristic, but I also know how much Angelo’s wanted to kiss Archie. Lately, I’ve noticed the lion shifter looking curious, too, so this gambit of Angelo’s is brilliant . The demon in question pulls me over to sit on his lap, his lips brushing my ear as his twin rises to crawl towards our hockey god.

“You smell like you’re going to get as much enjoyment out of this as D is,” he rasps in a low tone. “I’ll take all the kudos later.”

Damon’s strong limbs bunch and release as he slinks over to the sturdy blond, and I lick my lips when Archie’s eyes darken. He’s definitely interested, and I don’t know if this will work out as easily as it would in some spicy TV show, but I’m so ready to find out. My demon’s slow approach is edging more than just them, though, because even Reb is scenting their desire.

“Fuck, Damon, get it over with,” Archie says on a snarl. He’s pretending to be impatient for the game, but it’s not fooling anyone, least of all himself.

“Here it comes.” Angelo’s whisper makes me shiver as his hands skate up my ribs. His cock pokes against my ass temptingly, and I wiggle until it’s positioned just right to make my pussy throb. “Ah…. careful, bad girl.”

Bad girl works for me, too; joke’s on him.

The chaos demon finally leans in to my lion, his lips centimeters from the soft, pouty ones. Their breaths mingle for a moment as Damon’s horns slip out and he darts forward to capture Archie’s lips eagerly. To my surprise, the buff sports star grabs the pointed ends and holds my demon close as they absolutely ravish one another. A trio of hoots and whistles echoes in the room, and I swallow hard as heat floods my core. The other guys are cheering for them, and Angelo is rubbing his palms up and down my thighs teasingly.

“Okay, break it up,” Javi says after a few minutes. “Glaser, if you can see past that monster in your boxers, it’s your turn.”

I almost whimper; I really do. Watching them was hot as fuck and Ang was doing his damndest to encourage my pussy to weep with excitement without touching it. I don’t want to move and I get the sense that I might have to. When my gaze meets the well-kissed looking shifter, he inhales deeply, then smirks.

“Truth or dare, Sparkles?”

My head whips around to see a lazy, aroused Damon looking at me with his damn horns, pointed tail, and bedroom eyes. I press my legs together unconsciously as my eyes drop to his cock. Damn, it’s hard and thick right now. Focus, Rogue. “Uh… dare.”

His lips curve up and I know he had something fucking wicked planned if I said ‘truth,’ so I’m glad I feinted. “I dare you… to climb on Reb’s lap and give him the same treatment.”

Oh, you little shit; I see you, Damon Gemini.

Tossing my hair confidently, I leave Angelo’s delicious torture, mimicking D as I crawl over to my stepbrother. Rebel’s aura is filled with magic as I slowly cross the circle; he can’t see me, but I know he can sense me. When I get to him, I’m not paying attention to anyone else in the room. Our bond is locked as if we’re caught in a tractor beam, unable to resist the pull of our unexplored lust. I straddle his lap, putting my thighs on either side of his and the heat of my wetness over his dick before my hands come up to cradle his cheeks.

“This is…” I whisper close to his mouth. “…one more moment you can’t come back from. Be sure, Aidan Iarlaithe .”

I feel his smirk rather than see it, then I’m drowning in the sensation of kissing him. Our tongues twirl and twist together frantically, the pent-up desire we’ve both been suppressing for years finally spilling out. Reb growls as we break for air, reaching out to snatch the blindfold off so we can look at each other. Grinning as I note the descended fangs, I lean in and lick them, before pulling back.

“Done, suckers.”

When I make to move back to my spot, Rebel snarls, holding me in place on his lap. “No.”

I arch a brow at him. “I can’t play if I’m sitting like this, and I’m supposed to be in charge, remember?”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing my waist and spinning me around to the face the circle. “Fixed.”

Well, I guess that addresses my issue.

“Ahem. Okay. Uh, Javier, ‘,’ darling?”

The phoenix snickers, obviously amused by my new seat and lack of freedom to move. “Truth.”

“Mmmmm,” I murmur, thinking about it for a moment. “Was that the first time you had a fae cart in the club?”

“Yes,” he says quickly, his cheeks heating despite his relieved expression. “I’m not usually so reckless, but you…”

I bob my brows playfully, wiggling on Reb’s dick until he groans loudly. “I’m just too tempting, right?”

“That’s two questions. Button it, Javi.” Archie gives me a mischievous grin as he nods. “Your turn, bro. This is more fun than I thought it would be.”

Before he picks, Javier gestures for the bottles to make the rounds and I sigh in pleasure as I take my gulp of the vodka I’m given. The alcohol is definitely making this easier and I’m pretty sure I’m a fucking genius for arranging this little game. My boys all need help expressing their shit, and I’m the sneaky Dark Fae to get it all out.

“, Rebel?”

Uh-oh.

Reb shifts me a bit and I shiver from head to toe. These goddamn dudes and all their metal accessories I can feel through those damn boxers are killing my needy pussy. I have to be leaving a damn trail over Reb’s favorite skull briefs. Also, I think they know what this is doing and are actively avoiding giving me relief—which I’m allowing, for now.

“Dare,” my stepbrother says as he smirks down at me. “Hit me with it, bartender.”

The look on Javi’s face is beyond smug as his eyes roam around the room for a moment. It occurs to me that it’s always the quiet ones, and I’m about to get wrecked.

Damn, I should have seen this coming.

“I dare you to let Sparkles suck you off.”

Archie groans, rubbing his dick through his boxers. “Fuck, J, that’s evil.”

Looking over my shoulder, I wait to see Rebel’s reaction before I attempt to move again. His jaw is gritted tightly, but the heat coming from his skin is undeniable. All he has to do is let go and we can move forward.

“If our girl wants to.”

I blink at him, falling into the magic filled depths of his eyes as his words smack into me. Not only did he give up the ghost, but he made it my choice—something I demanded at the beginning of this brief distraction. That son-of-a-bitch… I swallow hard, pushing the odd, mushy feelings forming in my chest away so I can focus on the situation at hand. “Let me up.”

His arms release me, and I scoot forward, dragging my ass over his dick teasingly as I move to the carpet. Turning quickly, I rise to my knees, smirking when I see the expression my taunt put on his handsome features. I put my hands on my hips, grinning as I point at his crotch. “Excuse me, but I’ll need you to get it ready for me.”

The narrow-eyed glare makes my entire body tingle with anticipation.

Reb lifts his hips, shucking the boxers faster than I can blink, and I lick my lips as I take him in. Neon green hair, swirling Fae eyes, ink from head to toe—I had no idea it was everywhere , but I’m fucking impressed with his gorgeous markings. The steel accessories on his face, his nipples, and further to the ladder down the ridge of his thick, inked cock. My lips curve up when I see his other ornamentation, but that delicious piercing alone would have been enough.

“Be gentle with the metal,” I remind him as I lower my head. Blowing over the thick head, I let my hair fall over my shoulders so they don’t all see me inhale his scent like a fucking addict. I’ve waited so long for this, but I’m almost afraid to fuck it up.

Screw that. I know what I can do, and Rebel Kelly is going to lose his mind.

Chuckling softly, I flick my tongue over the slit as he lets out a groan that vibrates between us. I grin, using the tip to rim the ridge of his crown before I take him into my mouth fully. I suckle lightly, continuing to tease him by almost sliding his dick deeper, then pulling away. The feeling of power his trembles give me is more intoxicating than the booze we’ve been drinking, and I want more, so I lean forward to brace myself over his thighs.

As I slide Rebel’s cock further into my mouth, I breathe in through my nose, moaning as the scents of my mates’ arousals fill the room. I can smell Archie’s leonine musk, Javier’s clean sky, and the spicy heat of my demons as I go down on their friend. Sounds of clothes being cast aside make me smirk and my teeth scrape over the hardness slipping in and out of my mouth.

“Fucking shit, Rogue… do it… again…”

I almost forgot about fangs; how silly of me.

I let my pointed incisors descend as he did earlier, using them to graze his dick as my tongue swirls around the piercings slowly. The slow speed is helping me memorize the shape of him, find all his sensitive spots, and taste his magic to gauge what he likes. That would normally take several sessions of sexy time with someone to figure out, but our Guardian bond connects us deeply, and even in this, I feel my stepbrother as if he’s linked to my very soul.

The thought is so enticing that I rub my thighs together, aching for more than the edging of the game so far. My head moves quicker, bobbing over him in a steady rhythm that draws whines and snarls from Reb that I’ve never heard before. His hands bury in my hair, pushing me down, but I allow it because despite the drool leaking from my mouth, I’m enjoying the fuck out of this. In fact, I go faster than his urging on my own now, raking him with my fangs and cheating with magic so I don’t have to breathe as often.

“Mother of Brighid, Rogue, I’m going to…”

Loud smacking sounds fill the room as I continue sucking him like my life depends on it. I’ll get what I need once I show them all who’s in charge here, even if it’s by getting on my knees. My hands lift and I grab the base of his dick, stroking there as I let him fuck my face until his body tenses and magic practically permeates the room. I inhale it, knowing it means his wings are out, and he’s struggling to hold on to the climax that’s desperate to break free of his iron control.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft ‘pop’, then give my stepbrother a wicked look as I say, “You may come now, big bro.”

That said, I dive back to his dick, taking him to the back of my throat as far and fast as I can, so by the time he shudders, I have him right where I want him. Hot cum shoots out as his cock pulses in my mouth, and I swallow every bit down greedily.

Rogue Kelly does not allow anyone else to run her show, and they’d all better get used to it fast.