Page 122 of Monstrous Serpent

I shake my head rapidly. “Nope. No way. Don’t even think about it.”

Atlas stops fucking into me, his chest heaving against my back. “Hunt?”

Hunter’s gaze flicks to him. “Pull his knees up.”

Atlas grabs the back of my knees and lifts, bringing them to my chest. My cheeks, neck, and ears are on fire. It only gets worse when Hunter’s gaze drops to my filled hole.

Fucking hell.

Why do I have to be so exposed?

But my dick twitches again because obviously my body likes the way he’s looking at it. If only it weren’t so embarrassing.

Once Atlas shifts his legs closer together, Hunter straddles them, gripping his base. “If it hurts, tell me.”

I swallow hard. “Hunter, I can’t—”

“You can.”

“No, I can’t. You’re too fucking big.”

He smiles, actually smiles.

Fuck him. And fuck my emotions for liking that smile.

But Atlas hasn’t said a word, hasn’t moved. He’s too still. I don’t even feel his chest moving anymore.

“Atlas?”

“I’m good.” His voice is barely there, barely a whisper.

“You sure?”

Atlas kisses my shoulder. “Yeah.”

I inhale, filling my lungs, then exhale slowly and look at Hunter. “You fucking hurt me, and I’ll cut that monster dick right off and shove it up your ass with no lube. We clear?”

Hunter chuckles. “Would love to see you try.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. It really takes you making me take two dicks up my ass at once to see you smile and hear you laugh? You’re a real fucking asshole.”

Hunter’s eyes widen, and he stares at me, unblinking, like he hadn’t realized how serious he always is when I’m around. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him smile at games either. Or laugh. Even when Atlas acts like a fool.

He swallows and gives his head a light shake. “I’ll go slow.”

Atlas squeezes the backs of my knees, panting hard, when Hunter adds more lube and circles my stretched rim with his thumb before pressing it in. “Fuck, Hunt.”

My lungs seize, my body trying to shove him back out. “That’s . . . I don’t think . . .”

“Breathe. Nice and slow.” Hunter takes his time working me open until my body stops fighting him. He adds more lube and a finger, taking his time. “You good, Little Titan?”

I nod, inhaling and exhaling, not even giving a fuck my dick’s soft. Atlas kisses and nips my neck, his thumb brushing over my skin. Hunter’s fingers eventually disappear, replaced by the blunt head of his dick.

I grab his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin, my legs shaking. “Nope, that’s not . . . fuck, that’s not going to—”

The air punches from my lungs when he pushes in. Not hard or fast. Just enough.

“Fuck, baby, you’re taking us.” Atlas breathes against my neck. “You’re actually taking us.”