Page 16 of Hell on Wheels

I may be too drunk to answer that question.

But I swim closer to her, tugging her into my arms, and give it a whirl, regardless. “If I cared what they thought, I’d say they’re gonna be fine with it. Since I don’t, I’ll do this instead.”

That’s when I kiss her. She seems shocked at first and I don’t blame her. I didn’t expect to do this ever, much less tonight. But the moon is right, we’re naked, and all the logical voices inmy head are dimmed by the alcohol. Her lips part and the kiss deepens, growing hungrier as I wrap my arms around her. Legs wrap around my waist, positioning my cock at the exact right spot to slide against the tiny scrap she’s calling underwear. I’m hard as fuck, and there’s absolutely no coming back from this moment.

“Damon,” she breathes when our lips break. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to breakyourarm.”

Holy shit.

Blinking, I open my mouth to respond, and she gives me a naughty grin. Her hands snake up to touch the tips of the horns poking out of my head. As her fingertips trace their shape, they lengthen into devilish points and all hope of me being able to think straight is gone.

“Since you asked nicely,” I growl. The timbre of my voice lowers as the demon flows through me. I can’t always let go like this with girls, but Rogue has seen all of us change many times. She’s not repulsed in the slightest. My hand slips down to yank the thong right off of her, plunging two fingers into her roughly.

A low, throaty moan is her response, and when my tail whips past her good arm, she grabs it hard. “Isaidfuck me, D. I could finger myself if that’s what I wanted.”

This fucking girl isnotthe girl I grew up with anymore.

“As you wish, Sparkles.” Her eyes light at the reference, but that fades to a loud wail when I impale her on my cock. My eyes roll back, feeling the heat compared to the water and the lava running through my veins. Her hand is busily stroking my pointed tail like it’s an extra cock and it makes electricity crawl over my skin like I’ve been shocked. Rogue has clearlyfucked a demon before and, for some reason, that sends me into overdrive.

My wings push their way out of my shoulder blades, spreading behind me like a leathery umbrella. As my hands hold her hips in a bruising grip, I drape them over us in case someone awakens. I don’t know why I want this moment to be private—even from my twin—but I do. Snarls and moans escape me as I piston into her tight heat, and she looks up at me.

Her eyes are completely black. Is that normal?

“Harder, Damon.” She squeezes my tail and I almost lose it. Her wings slide out, not emitting dust but gently buzzing behind her as our bodies move. “Tá tú ar an gcéad?2.”

I have no idea what that means, or even if she does, but I comply. Pushing her against the glass, I hammer into her, slipping a hand down to rub her clit. The tremors inside of her tell me she likes it, so I continue as I lean in to kiss her again. When our lips break, I feel a trickle of blood running down my chin and she gives me a grin full of razor-sharp teeth.

That’s hot, and why don’t Fae tell people how fucking hot their shit is?

“Now it’s your turn, mydeamhan,?3” she whispers in a dark voice, punctuating her request by lifting my tail to her mouth and nipping it lightly. “Use your claws.”

With a roar of pleasure, my claws pop free, and one embeds in her shoulder. She uses the arm with the brace to push me towards the wound, smearing the blood over my face. I knew Rogue professed to be a bit kinky, but this isfarexceeding my expectations, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I lean in and lick the sparkling midnight blood of the DarkUnseelie, and her walls contract around my dick so hard I can barely breathe.

“Rogue…”

“Come with me, Damon. Do itnow.”

The command and her teeth sinking into the flesh of my tail send me rocketing to a climax. Every part of me is consumed by her and if we weren’t pressed against this wall, we might fucking drown. When her walls stop fluttering and my dick shudders to a stop, I look down at her in awe. Her eyes are full of confusion as well, and we just stare at one another for a few quiet moments as the aftershock ripples over us. My tail slips from her lips, coming up to stroke her cheek lightly.

“Did we…?”

“Maybe?”

“Did you know?” she asks as her eyes fade back to the normal iridescent rainbow of color.

I shake my head. “Definitely not.”

“Does that mean Angelo is?”

Shrugging, I close my wings around us tighter to keep the sound contained. I don’t want anyone waking up and hearing this before we’re ready. “I don’t know. Sometimes that’s true.”

“How will I know?”

“If it’s meant to happen, it will, Sparkles. The bigger question now is, what are we gonna tell them?”

Her lips curve up, and she gives me a mischievous grin. “What if you carry me upstairs to my room and we go to bed where it’ssoft? They can stay down here and get backaches because they’re lightweights. Then we might not have to tell them anything yet.”

“Until I have to admit I asked you to move in.”

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