Page 171 of Monstrous Serpent

What a pushover.

“Sorry, Little Titan.” He gets up and kisses Cody, his hand grazing over our boyfriend’s hard dick.

“Yeah no.” I swat his hand away. “Told me he tried a few days ago and that his back spasmed after two strokes and he cried for twenty minutes. So, hands off.”

Cody looks down at his dick, then drops his head back and stares at the ceiling. “Trust me, nobody's more pissed about this than I am.”

Hunter climbs onto the bed and stretches out carefully. The bruising on his side peeks above the waistband of his boxer briefs, the line of stitches an angry red. “Still want to be ours?”

“Already told you last night when you showed up that I did.” Cody flicks Hunter’s ear. “And I’m your boyfriend, not a possession.”

Hunter grunts.

I throw my hands in the air. “Hey, how come he flicks your ear, and you do nothing? But I do that shit, and it turns into a brawl.”

No response.

“Fine. I’ll just go get the real love of my life.” I point between them, eyes narrowed. “Mr. Smooshy likes me better than both of you anyway.”

“Only because you bribe him with food.” The corner of Hunter’s mouth ticks up. “That’s not true love.”

Smack.

Hunter goes completely still.

Okay, that was harder than I meant.

Cody's eyes are the size of golf balls, his gaze bouncing between me and Hunter's ass. “Atlas, you're going to die.”

“Worth it.”

Hunter lifts his head off Cody's thigh and turns to look at me.

I smirk. “Bet that stung.”

Cody bites his bottom lip. “Wait, wait, wait. Before you murder him, I need to see the handprint.”

Hunter growls, turning to face our boyfriend.

Smirking, I yank down Hunter’s boxers. And holy shit, yup, there’s my mark. It’s red and raised and—I squeeze my dick because apparently my body has zero chill.

“Had enough of the two of you.” Hunter lifts his hips to pull up his boxer briefs, but I’m faster. “Atlas, give them to me.”

“Nope.”

He shifts, facing me, his cock hard and standing straight up. “Enough. Cody can’t—”

“Don’t stop on my account.” Cody chews his bottom lip. “I mean it. I don't want to be the reason you two don't . . .” His neck flushes, and he avoids looking at either Hunter or me.

I squeeze his ankle. “Cody?”

Hunter scoots up higher on the bed, tilting Cody’s chin up. “What’s going on?”

The soft pink spreads to our boyfriend’s cheeks. “I want . . . to watch.”

My cock jerks against the front of my boxer briefs, the fabric suddenly too tight, too thin, too everything.

I rub my thumb over his inner ankle. “You sure?”