Page 25 of Hell on Wheels

“My brother asked you a question, asshole.” Damon glares at Dingus, only pausing for a moment before flicking a finger at the moaning lump that was Mugs. The blue flames surround him and within seconds, there’s nothing left but ash.

“D-Do you want our names or…?”

Angelo makes a scoffing sound as he folds his wings back and looks at me. “Why did it have to be trolls, Princess? They’re so fucking stupid.”

“No shit,” I mutter. “Zero witty repartee to work with.”

Vern opens his mouth, but Damon stalks over andliterallyrips his esophagus out with his bare hand, watching the body fall to the ground. “You know what? I don’t care. You touch her; you die.”

“Thank you for coming to our Dead Talk,” Angelo deadpans. Red hellfire appears at Dingus’ feet, swallowing him until he, too, is nothing more than dust in the wind.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my eyes. “I had it handled, cavedemons.”

That’s when Damon strides across the grass, backing me into his brother as his hand wraps around my throat. “You don’t seem to understand, Sparkles.” My eyes widen as his fingers lightly pressure the sides, cutting off my airflow by the tiniest bit. “But you will soon.”

Angelo’s breath is hot against the tip of my ear as he murmurs low, “We told you from the beginning that what’s his is mine.”

Titania, Queen of the Fairies, what have I gotten myself into now?

S&M

I have to take a deep breath when D backs Rogue into me.

As furious as I was when she took off like a… Well, not a bat out of hell because she smoked Damon with her speed. More like a hummingbird on meth, I suppose. Whatever the simile, our girl made tracks, and we lost her. The panic that raced through me was real and finding her battling three fucking trolls withhellfireshe shouldn’thavehasn’t settled me down.

My twin is on edge, too, or he wouldn’t be taking control like this without being commanded. I’m pretty sure Princess knows that because she’s wriggling and smirking at him rather than having an episode. It’s the defiant streak in Rogue I crave—her alpha brat behavior softened by the occasional peek at her soft underbelly. But she must have a pair of big Domme pantieshiding with those flimsy thongs or D wouldn’t be acting like he is.

He’s begging her to top him, and I want to see her kneel.

“If you think showing up to finish my assassins off at the last second, all trussed up in horns and tails, is going to impress me, you’re sorely mistaken.” Rogue tilts her head as much as she can with D’s hand in place as she adds, “You aren’t the first boy to use his kung-fu grip and you won’t be the last.”

Damon’s eyes are full of fire and his tail whips around to wrap around her wrist. He means business, but I want answers before we take this further. My brother hasneverrefused to answer me when I asked about conquests, and he’s been damn near mute about whatever happened between them last night.

“Listen, Princess. You’ve got Damon twisted in knots. Look at him; he’s not aggressive normally. We both know he prefers someone else in charge. Tell me what happened and I’ll help you fix it. Then we can bang it out together.”

Her head moves slightly again, and she looks up at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? After this morning, I willnevertouch any of you.”

“This morning?” D gives her a puzzled look. His wings fold slightly while his tail tugs her hand up to his lips. “What about this morning? Did something happen at breakfast?”

“Nothing happened at breakfast,” she hisses as she tries to pull her wrist away. “Why won’t the two of you fuck off? There are plenty of women who would love to hit the sheets with you for a night. Leave mealone.”

Something about her words feels specific and I… oh, shit.

I know why Rogue has been a nightmare all day and why she got into a fight with her friends. The problem is… I didn’t trigger her trauma and I’m not sure how to help D figure it out without pissing them both off. But if I don’t, none of us are getting laid and no battle victory sex is a travesty.

Trust me on that.

“What if we don’twantto find someone for one night, Princess?” I trace the shell of her pointed ear with my tongue, flexing my fingers on her hips. “Maybe we prefer to dance in the fire.”

She snorts. “You idiots always prefer the fire. You’re demons, and hellfire is what you… oh.” Rogue’s voice drops to a whisper as she closes her eyes. “Oh no, no, no. It can’t be.”

“You know it can, Sparkles,” D finally speaks and I arch a brow at him. “We weren’t that drunk.”

Now I feel left behind. What thehelldid they do?

Suddenly, the pieces click together and I step back, letting her go as I figure it out. “The portal. Blue hellfire. The way you’re acting. Her freak out.”

Rogue pushes her way out of his arms and wraps herself in her own. “Way to go, Watson. You did that one all on your own.”

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