Page 26 of Hell on Wheels

“She started it!” My twin gives me a pleading look, and I almost laugh.

“Of fucking course she did, bro.” I squint at her, letting my fires spark in my eyes, and then I can see it. The demon brand is visible only by heat signature and Damon’s is glowing like a lava lamp now that I’m looking. “Blood, D! Ma’s gonnakillus!”

“Gee, way to make a girl feel special. Besides, there is nous. There isn’t even a ‘me and him’!” She flares at Damon like she’d gladly sprinkle him with death dust if she could.

“Why are you so mad at me?”

I literallycannotwith either of them. Their bullshit is clashing, and they’re too busy licking their wounds to see they can’t hear one another. “That’s it!”

Princess and my twin turn to give me a dirty look, but I ignore it. Someone has to stop these fools before they ruin everything. I point at Damon. “You came downstairs to talk to us and she woke up alone. For a Fae who’s been abandoned so much in her brief life, that smacked Rogue in the face and she’s been punishing all of us ever since.”

She makes a strangled sound and I point at her. “Andyouare terrified by your trauma, your BFF betraying you, and knowing what you two did last night. You’re not stupid, Princess. Neither of you was drunk enough to not realize youfucking mated—without me, no less!”

Damon pales and walks towards me. “Ang, it happened before I…”

“Just because it happened to us doesn’t mean…”

Sweet Lucifer, they cannot be this dumb.

I hold up my hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, D. And yes, Princess, it does. Damon and I are a perfect split of our parents in DNA and in species. We are mirrors of one another. You couldn’t control the fire because you are missing half the flame.”

She narrows her eyes as she flares at me. “I am not a milkshake and you don’t get to share me because you’re twins. Fate doesn’t dictate my sexual partners.”

My hacker brother finally finds his balls again and walks over to the angry Fae, dropping to his knees and taking her hand. I watch the large wings fold down and his tail snake out to curve around her waist. “Rogue, you need to listen to me. I didn’t leave you because it was no big deal. Angelo and Javi found me naked in your bed, and I went downstairs to talk it out before Reb and Archie came in.”

“You… didn’t run off?” Her expression is suspicious and when she looks at me, I nod. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Because you needed rest, and we were coming to get you after we finished cooking,” Damon says softly.

“I’m still not fucking anyone because of a magical Fate lottery,” she grumbles.

I can’t help myself; I laugh. Rogue looks even less amused, and Damon’s lips quirk up. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“Don’t act like I’m stupid.”

Stalking forward, I move to her side, opening my wings to surround them both. “Princess, you’ve had a fan club since you were in middle school. I’m not sure how you’ve convinced yourself otherwise, but there’s gonna be a fight when they find out what happened.”

“What’sgoingto happen,” Damon murmurs as he kisses the inside of her wrist. She arches her brow at him, and I’m surprised as fuck when he extends a claw, scratching a furrow and suckling the blue blood that wells up.

“Holy fuck, Damon…”

Her throaty moan makes my cock harden, and I move behind her, tugging her hips to mine. She wiggles her ass against me, leaning her head back on my shoulder. I dig my fingers in, murmuring in her ear. “Does the Princess like a little pain with her pleasure? You didn’t flinch when D had his fingers around your neck.”

“I like him on his knees better, but you’re welcome to see if you can convince me you belong somewhere else.” Rogue lifts a foot and sits it on Damon’s shoulder, her hand sliding into his hair. “He has some serious begging to do before I’m willing to listen.”

I nod at my twin and he buries his face into her thick thigh, making her gasp as sharp teeth work their way upwards. “There’s the permission he needed, your Highness. You’re in control. Take what you need.”

“Stopcalling me that,” she says on a breathy moan. My lips quirk as D pauses right at the juncture of her thigh, slipping his fingers under the hem of the shorts.

His horns emerge with sharp points and her hands grasp them, drawing a growl of pleasure from my brother. Rogue is making him more comfortable with who we are than anyone I’ve ever witnessed, and the combination of her sass and his acceptance makes the lava in my veins burn. “Is she wet? Does the Princess want us, D?”

“She’s fucking soaked, and it smells like lavender and honeysuckle.” He inhales as his nose rubs over the crotch of her shorts, and I can feel our girl shudder against me. “And whatever the hell she’s wearing is crotchless.”

Sexy lingerie to rip off isdefinitelyone of my kinks. RIP to her collection.

“Make her come hard. I’ll count until you tell me she’s ready.”

Sharp teeth sink into my neck just enough to get my attention, but not hard enough to draw blood. “Isay when I’m ready,deamhan?1.”

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