Hell on Wheels (Faetal Attraction #1)

Get Down Tonight

Watching Rogue take charge is sexier than I thought it would be—especially when she’s controlling the most ornery member of our family. Rebel’s been pining after that girl for as long as I’ve known him and she’s done the same. His hands in her hair as his hips buck and his wings flutter is the moment everyone but them knew would come.

Speaking of coming…

My dick is throbbing, and the lion prowls inside of me as our girl drinks my brother down. Craning my neck, I stroke myself firmly, squeezing the base of my cock to help stave off the need for release. “Fuck, Wheels. I don’t think you know how you guys are right now.”

Something brushes against my foot as I bite my lower lip, and when I follow the sensation, it ends with the flicking tail of my make-out partner from earlier. Thinking about it makes me twitch again, and I move my foot against the leathery appendage experimentally. I hear a soft gasp, and my lips curve up as I do it again. Damon’s head turns slowly, his eyes moving from the place where his tail is tickling along the arch of my foot up my body. He gets stuck halfway and I chuckle darkly.

Yeah, I know it’s a pretty fucking specimen, man.

When our gazes lock, nervousness flutters in my gut. I’m interested, but I don’t have the breadth of experience D does, and I’m not sure what the right move is. Flicking my eyes to Rogue, I catch her smirking from across the circle. Reb has her pulled up to his chest, and he’s grinding against her pussy while Angelo works the lube into her ass. She winks at me and I blush fiercely—seems like my mate is happy to share the love amongst our little group.

“Ready for a third, Dragonfly?” Javier crawls toward them, then rises to his knees so he’s even with her head.

Damn, that girl’s going to be airtight and I fucking love it.

The tail slips up past my knee and I rip my eyes away from Rogue to see Damon coming toward me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He looks more confident as he crawls over and covers my body with his. I swallow hard, feeling his muscles against mine as we fit together. Shivering when our dicks touch, I bite my lip again.

“D…”

He gives me a smug smile as his wings flip up behind him, blocking the view of anything but him. “Don’t be scared, Arch.”

I frown, wrinkling my nose in protest. “I’m not scared; I’m?—”

His lips cut off my response. From that second on, whatever I was going to say disappears. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, twirling with mine hungrily, and I groan low. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me as he dominates the kiss. When we break for breath, Damon tugs my lower lip between his teeth playfully, then flashes his fangs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, Archer Glaser,” he whispers. “Even if we do nothing else tonight, I’m content to kiss you until you're breathless.”

I snort, shaking my head. “Fuck, no. When I’m in, I’m all the way in , D. Now grab my cock before I have to whine like a brat.”

The delighted look he gives me makes my chest flutter and for a moment, I get why he’s completely enchanted by our girl. His eyes flash with the red of his demon and the lion inside of me responds with a low growl until his hand slips between us to grasp both of our shafts.

“God damn,” I mutter as his hand strokes us and I feel the demonic ridges rub along my sensitive skin. “You’re ribbed for our pleasure, man. Son of a bitch, that’s hot.”

Damon smirks, leaning in to kiss me again and I let go of all my worries and fear, losing myself in his touch. Pre-cum dribbles from my tip and I feel it mix with his as he jacks our cocks in a steady rhythm. This time, I bite his lip, suckling on it until I gasp.

His tail is venturing somewhere new, and it just shocked the hell out of me.

“Angelo gave me a squirt,” he says with a playful grin. “It’s a start… you’ll need some stretching before we go for the goal, big man.”

I know that in relation to chicks, but I’ve never considered it on my end. My face burns red and he laughs as his free hand comes up to cup my jaw. “Sorry. I feel like a fucking rube, man. I knew that.”

“Arch, this i s new for you. You don’t need to worry about being judged.” His forehead rests on mine, and my eyes widen when the pointed tip breaches the tight ring of my ass.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

D’s hand squeezes our dicks as his tail continues to explore, making me writhe as the dual sensations override my embarrassment. He watches me, his expression avid as he figures out what makes me jerk and twitch. Every new feeling sets my blood on fire and eventually, I’m panting hard in his grasp.

“I want… I want to do it now.”

Damon blinks, looking at me seriously. “Are you sure? We can build up to?—”

I kiss him fiercely, too far gone to do anything else. “Yes. Fuck me until I roar. I want us to come when they do and it’s so close I can smell it.”

He looks over his shoulder, grinning at the three men plowing our girl to the tune of loud slaps and snarls of pleasure. “If you insist…”

In a blink, the demon’s flipped me over and he’s pressing me into the carpet with an iron grip. The tail pulls out, making my ass clench, and I laugh when he uses it to grab the discarded lube bottle his twin left on the ground. “This will be cold, but it can’t be helped.”

The drizzle of liquid makes me shiver and I wriggle as he uses it to slide fingers in. “Not your fingers, for fuck’s sake, D. I won’t break.”

He snorts and lines his dick up, giving me time to feel the press of his flat head against the ring of muscle. “I’m aware, Arch, but I’m a considerate motherfucker, so you’ll get it when I give it to you.”

Dominant Damon is fucking hot.

This time, I arch into him and let out the promised whine as my cock throbs. My lion smells the imminent climax of our mate in the air and he wants satisfaction or there’s going to be a problem. That’s when his dick slams into me hard and my fucking eyes almost cross.

Lesson number one: don’t bait the chaos demon when his dick is out.

My eyes open slowly, the light making me squint as the purr rumbles through my frame. The sound in my chest means my lion is happy as fuck, which doesn’t happen very often. It takes my brain a hot minute to remember what happened, and when I do, that damn flush heats my skin. I’ve never felt so oddly submissive in my entire life as I do with my mate and now, apparently, my first male lover.

Is it a lion thing? Lionesses rule the fucking roost in the pride, no matter what people think.

I’d ask one of my dads, but they’re completely whipped by my mom and I don’t know if that’s nature or nurture. Though, I suppose it doesn’t matter, right? They’re all felidae, like me, and the instinct should be close enough. Regardless of my musings, the purr continues to thrum through me, even though I shouldn’t be able to do so. Cats who can roar can’t purr—so only a few of my dads can, while others can’t. Maybe that’s weirder than the submissive thing?

“Shit,” I mumble under my breath. Anxiety spikes through me as I wonder why I’m never quite normal when it comes to the bedroom. It was a small part of why I was such a player before Rogue; my spur, the detachment, and my inability to connect always soured the experience. The bigger reason was my heart was with this rainbow haired badass, but that didn’t make it awkward, just short-lived.

“Shhh.” The head on my chest mumbles sleepily, and I feel some of the tension drain like magic. “You’re thinking too loudly. Relax, you were a good boy.”

Bam. Instant hard-on. What the hell?

The low chuckle vibrates over my chest, and I peer down at Damon as he grins smugly. “That does it for me, too. Good to know where you…. stand, Arch.”

I flop my head back and look up at the ceiling in supplication. “I’m never living this down.”

Damon crawls up my body, his hard muscles against mine, making my body thrum with desire. “Archie, for fuck’s sake. You gotta let go of that weird ass decades old macho male bullshit. It does not matter what you enjoy in the bedroom; you’re a big, strapping hockey player who couldn’t bench press me without breaking a sweat.”

My nose wrinkles and I tilt my head. “That’s… an image.”

“But it’s true and we both know it. Discovering you enjoy letting go of all that ‘team captain, king of the pride’ bullshit you exude daily doesn’t make you less manly.” He grins and cuts his eyes over to where Rogue is lying with the other three pillowed on her chest and stomach. “In fact, our girl will love knowing about this kink. She adores being in charge and Angelo and Reb will always fight her. Having more ‘good boys’ will delight her… and… well…”

I flush again as I ask, “What about you?”

“I’ve never had my own, and it’s oddly appealing,” he admits with a matching color tinting his face. It only lasts for a minute before he’s smirking. “Especially one who’s a big, sexy himbo like you.”

What.

I growl low, tightening my arms around him as I glare down at his handsome face. “I am not a fucking himbo. I’m very smart.”

“Who’s very smart?”

The question comes from Rogue and as she yawns and stretches, the men surrounding her move as well. My face heats even more and Damon laughs softly before he replies, “We all are, Sparkles. We’ve made a family together, and that will make it hard for any of our enemies to pry us apart.”

She yawns, letting out an adorable squeak she’ll adamantly deny later. “Good, ‘cause I’m tiring of all these people fucking with us. Does that mean you idiots will stop acting weird with each other?”

I snort. “Never, Wheels. we’re dudes; it’s gonna happen. But now that you and Reb slapped skin, it’s bound to be less stressful—I think.”

“Shut. Up. Glaser.” Rebel’s growl makes me snicker. His eyes are closed and, like Angelo, his head is pillowed on one of Rogue’s bejeweled boobies. He’s not exactly threatening, whether he thinks he is or not.

“D, he’s being mean to me,” I pout.

“Rebel, stop being mean to my boy,” he says automatically. My cock kicks against his and he grins broadly—he knows I liked that.

“Fuck off, little D.”

Rogue smacks him on the back of the head. “Stop being mean to my boy, you asshat.”

This time Damon ducks his head and I laugh softly. He stretches up, nipping the cords in my neck as I purr even louder than before. His voice is low as he rubs along my body. “I like the purr.”

“For fuck’s sake…” Angelo’s exasperated voice drifts over from Rogue’s other side. “Look, you assholes. If you stop being loud, I’ll buy you both ‘good boy’ tattoos and merch, plus I’ll get the rest of us ‘bad boy’ ones. Anything to stop this jabber when it feels like I have a hangover, even though I didn’t drink much.”

I blink, realizing he’s right. This is weird.

“You all feel like that?” Javier pipes up from her stomach.

A glance between us tells me we do, and we look at one another curiously.

Just what happened last night?