Page 111 of Monstrous Serpent

We finish up, Hunter beating both of us, then make our way to Bloodworth Mansion. The entrance looks like something out of a horror movie—fake cobwebs dripping off gothic columns, candlelight flickering behind stained glass, and the kind of fog that makes you wonder if someone's hiding behind it. Someone inside screams, and a group of girls bolts out the exit door, clutching each other.

I crack my knuckles. “Let's do this.”

Atlas goes first. I'm in the middle. Hunter is behind me.

The first room is a grand hallway, all dark wood and chandeliers with half their candles dead. An actor in a Victorian costume lunges from behind a curtain. Atlas screams so loud it echoes off the ceiling.

I stare at him. “Did you just scream?”

“No. That was a battle cry.” He clears his throat and straightens. “Totally different.”

Hunter exhales behind me. Might've been a laugh. Hard to tell with him.

We push through three more rooms—a dining hall with a bloody table, a library where books fall from shelves, a nursery where something cries in the dark. Atlas hasn't shut up through any of it, talking about the lazy staging or how the blood on the table wasn't even the right color. Hunter is quiet and just takes it all in, brushing his hand along my back every time we turn a corner.

It’s all pretty fucking great.

Except it could be better. I glance over my shoulder. Hunter is looking at some prop Atlas is pointing at.

Perfect.

I cut through a room with shattered mirrors, then a hallway so narrow my shoulders brush both walls. A scare actor reaches for me from a doorway, but I dodge without slowing down. My pulse is hammering and I'm grinning and this is stupid and I don't care.

“You're so fucked when we catch you, Little J.”

My dick stiffens, heat flooding down my spine as my stride falters for half a second before I pick it back up. I round a corner into a room lit by a single red bulb. My hand drops to my dick, and I press down through my jeans because the throb is getting distracting. I can't run properly with a hard-on.

The hallway splits. I go left, then right, then through a room with a strobe pulsing every three seconds. My sneakers stick to something on the floor. A door at the end opens into another corridor.

I’m about to step through when a hand closes around my throat from behind.

“What did I tell you about running from me, Little Titan?” Hunter pushes me forward until my chest hits the wall. His body pins me from behind, all of him pressing me flat into the wood. His thumb drags along the outline of my dick. “Hard already?”

He spins me around, then his mouth crashes onto mine. His tongue shoves past my lips as he undoes his belt, then pushes his jeans down. “On your knees and open your mouth.”

“Hunter, what are you—”

“Now.”

Atlas crowds in on the other side, his hand already working his dick, breathing ragged. “Shouldn’t have run from us.”

I place a hand on both of their chests. “Guys, this is a public—”

“Get on your fucking knees, Little Titan.”

I swallow and lower myself in front of him.

“Good boy.” Hunter hooks his thumb behind my bottom teeth and pulls down. “Open wide.”

His cock fills my mouth. Too fast. Too deep. My gag reflex fires instantly, my throat trying to shove him out, but his hand locks around the back of my head and forces me down until my nose is pressed to his pelvis.

“Swallow around my cock.”

My throat spasms, eyes watering until everything blurs. I can’t breathe, can’t pull back, can’t do anything but claw at his thighs while saliva spills from the corners of my mouth.

“That’s it.” He eases out just enough for me to suck in half a breath, then drives back in. The head of his cock punches the back of my throat, and my whole body convulses. “Choke on it.”

Atlas whines beside us, fist flying over his dick, eyes locked on my mouth.