Page 159 of Monstrous Serpent

My eyes drop to the bandage.

“Atlas, it’s fine. Won’t let it stop me.”

“Hunt—”

He plants his feet on the bed, hips driving up harder this time.

All I can do now is hold on as my cock bounces, slapping against his stomach. “Hunter! Oh, oh, fuck, shit. Hunt!”

The angle changes, and I swear my goddamn soul leaves my body when he pegs a certain spot. My balls draw up tight as I pant and grunt and whimper, unable to do much else.

“Mine. This ass is mine.” He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic, specks of blood spotting his bandage. “You’re mine, Atlas. Not ever letting you go.”

My throat tightens, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Been waiting forever to hear those words, to hear them said that way.

“Gonna fill you, baby. Need to fill you.”

Everything locks—my thighs, my stomach, my hands on his chest. The next thrust punches the air out of me, and the one after that sends heat snapping up my spine so fast my vision goes white at the edges. “Hunt . . . I’m . . . Now. Fuck. Now. I’m going to come.”

A broken sound rips out of my throat, my hips stuttering uselessly while I come all over his stomach. It doesn’t stop. Every thrust wrings another pulse out of me, another shudder, another fucked-out gasp until I’m clawing at his chest like I won’t survive this.

Hunter fucks me through every second of it. Through the shaking. Through the broken sounds I can’t keep in my mouth. Through the oversensitive pulses that make me jerk every time he drives up into me.

His eyes lock with mine, and he slams up one last time, burying himself deep. A rough growl tears out of his chest, and his whole body goes rigid under me. “Atlaaaas.”

My name comes out wrecked.

Not loud. Not pretty.

Wrecked.

When it’s over, I drop forward, boneless and exhausted, my face pressing into the side of his neck.

Hunter wraps his arms around me, holding so tight, like letting go might kill him. “Mine.” It comes out quiet, like he’s saying it to himself.

Lifting my head, I look down at him and smile. “Yeah, I’m yours. Always have been. Glad you finally got your head out of your ass to figure it out.”

“Fuck my life. Got two mouthy fucking boyfriends.” He reaches up and brushes a few strands of my hair to the side. “I love you, Atlas. Should’ve said it a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, you can tell me every day from now until the day I die. Maybe twice a day.” I smirk, eyes narrowing. “And you can also share your marshmallows.”

He smacks my ass.

“Oh, so your love comes with limits.”

Smack.

“Come on. Why can’t you just share?”

“Because you only eat them to annoy me.” He brushes his thumb over my swollen eye. “I won’t ever hit you again. What I did—”

I shift, my arms caging his head, as I stare down at him. “First off, we’re going to opposing teams after we graduate, and if you hold back on the ice, I will break up with you. Second, I forgive you. Hell, I wanted to punch my own face in for what happened with Cody.”

“Won’t lay a hand on you again, Atlas. I mean it.”

“You were just smacking my ass earlier.”

He glares.