Page 87 of Hell on Wheels
I snort, shaking my head. “Fuck, no. When I’m in, I’mall 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.
“Goddamn,”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, thisis 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 myass 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 Ishouldn’tbe 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 doesnotmatter 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.”