Page 32 of Hell on Wheels

The challenge in her words pulls a loud roar from me and I’m grateful as fuck for the soundproofing in this room. I let go of her breasts to tear the shorts off her, my eyes bugging out at the tiny thong. My appreciation only lasts a moment before I send it flying over my shoulder and slip my fingers into the wet heat between her thighs.

Breathy moans let me know what she likes, and I rub my thumb over her clit as I fuck her roughly with my fingers. My tail whips around to feather the bottle-brush tip over her chest and torso, teasing her while I push her towards the first peak. When her body trembles, I lean down and bite a nipple.

“Fuck, Archie!”

Releasing the bite as she writhes with an orgasm, I grin. “Not yet, but very soon, baby.”

Her fingers bury in my hair, and she yanks my head up. “No,now. Do itnow.”

Far be it for me to deny my girl what she wants.

I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, finally identifying the scent that has been plaguing me since this morning. Grabbing her thighs, I spread them apart and line my cock up, pausing for one moment to catch her gaze. When she’s looking at me, I thrust hard, getting as deep inside of her as I can. The mewling sound she makes is music to my ears and I stoop to scrape my fangs along her jugular.

“Move, you jackass,” she pants, trying to wiggle her hips until I give in.

“When I’m ready, Wheels. Now be a good girl and kiss me like you want to be fucked.”

Her hands come up and frame my face, holding it in place as she fuckingdominatesme with her tongue and sharp little teeth. Rogue suckles on my lower lip like it’s something else entirely and I almost give in. When she draws blood, my control snaps, and my hips start a punishing rhythm. Tasting the tang of copper makes the lion roar again, and I lean down to scratch a line along her collarbone.

The wail of pleasure feeds the beast and I feel my cock swell as I pound into her tight pussy. She rakes her nails down my back and the scent of more blood fills the air. Gritting my teeth against a full shift, I slip a hand down to play with her clit, pushing her toward the edge before I’m past the point of logical thought. Her walls grip me and I think I’m going to make it without turning into a five hundred pound predator until she leans in and whispers.

“Here kitty, kitty.”

Something inside of me snaps, and I dart forward, biting her neck to hold her in place. My finger flicks her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath as the orgasm hits her, but she stays still in the grip of my fangs. Growling as my dick jerks and spurts inside of her, I press deeper instinctively and that’s when I feel it: the spines.

Adroa, save me; Rogue Kelly is my mate.

The backward curving spines rake over her inside and she digs her nails into my ass as she holds on. When my thrusts finallyslow, I lift my head, fangs retracting as I look down at her in complete shock. Her lips curve up in a satisfied smirk, and I can’t seem to find the words to say anything.

I’ve had a crush on this girl since we were kids, and I never once suspected she was my mate.

Rebel is going to murder me.

“So, uh, does that happen every time or…?” Rogue tilts her head, releasing her grip on my ass to bring a hand to my face. “Cause that was… different.”

I flush bright red, unsure how I’m going to explain lion anatomy while I’m balls deep in her. “Um, not usually.”

Her eyes widen, and she jerks her hand back to put it over her mouth. “No! Not again.Do not tell me it happenedagain.”

“Don’t tell youwhathappened again, Wheels?”

She wiggles, trying to disengage herself, and I move, letting her roll to her feet. I watch in confusion as she paces naked around the room. Of course, my cock watches, too.

Sue me, lions mate for days sometimes.

“Put that thing away!” Rogue points with a glare. “Oh, you stupid, stupid boys!”

“Huh?” I ask as I tug my shorts back on. I can’t give her the workout clothes she wore because I destroyed them, but I toss her my shirt. “What are you freaking out about, Wheels?”

Pulling the shirt over her head, she walks over and pokes me in the chest. “You! You justmated with me,didn’t you?!”

I duck my head sheepishly. “It sort of happened. I mean, I didn’t intend to do it without talking to you, but I didn’tknow…”

Her screech is full of aggravation as she throws her hands up. “Isn’t that the theme of thefucking week?”

What?

“Are you sayingsomeone elsemated with you accidentally this week?” A growl builds in my chest until I realize that outside of our group, Rogue hasn’t been alone with anyone for any significant amount of time for days. “Wait. Did one ofusmate with you this week? Besides me?”

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