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Liked me.

I grunt, fucking up into my fist so hard the bed frame knocks against the wall.

But it wasn’t just Jenkins.

Hunter’s helmet tipped up. And his fingers . . . they twitched. They twitched when he looked at me.

Both watched me. Me. They—

My free hand grabs my thigh, nails biting in, and the pressure in my cock is so intense my vision is going white at the edges. I need to come, I need to—

Electricity and warmth rush from the base of my spine to my cock. My toes curl, thighs tensing so hard they shake, and my abs contract. Cum hits my chin, my throat, streaks hot across my chest, and my fist keeps going, squeezing every pulse out while the moan that rips out of me is loud and wrecked and raw.

I sink into the mattress, hand on my cock that’s still twitching.

Still leaking.

My body finally relaxes, and I inhale, eyes drifting closed. Everything’s quiet. Even the squeaking coming from Hunter’s room has stopped.

I pull my boxers off and use them to wipe myself clean. Cum is everywhere. Can’t believe it’s on my chin. Some even got on the sheets. The only other time I ever went off like this is when I jerked off listening to Hunter fucking someone in his room. And even then, it wasn’t like this.

Wasn’t as strong.

No way this is because of Jenkins. It can’t be.

I toss the boxers onto the floor and then shove my arm behind my head. For five years, my body has only ever wanted one person. Ever worked for one person, even if he’s completely unaware. Except now it wants Jenkins too.

Out of fucking nowhere.

Would’ve been nice if my body had taken notice last year. As if it would ever act like everyone else’s. Nope. It’s got to act all mysterious and fucked up and give me no goddamn explanation for the reasons it does whatever the hell it feels like doing.

Like I’m just along for the damn ride.

Why am I even bitching? I should be happy there’s someone else I respond to besides Hunter.

Except Jenkins is a Titan. No way he’d want a Serpent—want me. Not when he tries to knock my teeth out every chance he gets.

Something ugly flutters in my chest. Not butterflies. Locusts. A whole goddamn plague of them. It spreads across my body, and my pulse kicks hard, then harder, beating up into my throat.

I shift onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest, arms tightening around the pillow. I’ve been here before. Wanting someone who doesn’t want me back yet doing it anyway because my body doesn’t give me a goddamn choice in the matter.

But Hunter said ours. And my best friend doesn't let go of things he's claimed.

This time, neither will I.

Chapter 10

Hunter

I run my thumb over the smooth edge of the GPS tracker in the pocket of my joggers while Professor Whitmore talks about socialization. Should have enough time after class to get to Crestwood and back before off-ice training. As long as this goddamn island cooperates. Half the time, a thirty-minute drive turns into an hour because some asshole rear-ended someone on the expressway.

Whitmore changes slides. “Mead argues that the self isn't something you're born with. It's built. You learn who you are by watching how people react to you. This will be on the test in two weeks, so if you haven't started the reading, now would be the time.”

I grunt.

Got a paper due in English Comp the same week, but it’s half done. I'll finish it this weekend. The test is just memorization, and most of the material is already in my head, whether I want it there or not.

Reyes’s phone buzzes on the desk beside me. He glances at it. “Este huelebicho.”