Page 18 of Hellbent (Snakes & Daggers #1)

The wind is stronger up here, and the second floor is little more than a rough outline—raw beams and open framework, the bare bones of what will one day be rooms. Jake gestures around, tipping his head toward the four corners.

“Bedroom here, bathroom there. This will probably be a guest bedroom because Damian’s going to create his lair in the basement… ”

I smile and nod, even though I can’t quite picture it yet. My gaze sweeps past the open framework to the stretch of land beyond. In the distance, I think I can make out the roof of the garage, but Ryder’s house is hidden from view.

“Let’s take the shortcut down,” Damian says, pointing over the edge to a tarp covering a raised pile near the foundation.

“Are you crazy?” I ask, my eyes widening. But he’s already moving. He takes a running start and launches himself off the edge, body cutting through the air.

The tarp sinks with his weight into the padding below, lifting at the sides to reveal the rough pink edges of insulation. He whoops and rolls off, careful to keep the tarp between himself and the fiberglass.

Jake exhales sharply, shaking his head like he can’t believe this is his life, then follows. Not as recklessly fast as Damian, but just as smooth, landing in a whoosh of flapping tarp before throwing his hands up in victory.

They both look up at me.

“Your turn, baby!” Jake calls, eyes gleaming.

“No way!” I shout back, crossing my arms.

“What’s the matter?” Damian teases. “Thought you had a wild streak!”

Jake tips his head, expression softening. The goading fades from his voice. “Nah, don’t worry. I’ll come get you.”

Something in me flares hot at that. At the assumption that I need saving. Before he can move, I step up to the edge, heart pounding.

The drop looks farther from here. Adrenaline floods my veins but I roll my shoulders, take a breath—

And jump.

The air rushes past, weightless and fast. My stomach flips, the world tilts—then impact. Harder than I expected. The tarp whips up around my face in one suffocating moment, and then I’m bouncing back up, breath catching in my throat.

I did it.

I roll off, flushed and breathless, and Jake steps in with a high five.

“Brave little Maxie,” he murmurs, green eyes shining.

And when he kisses me, it’s pure electricity.

Back in the house, the air is thick between us.

My pulse is still pounding from the jump, adrenaline mixing with something darker.

Something hotter. Jake and Damian spread their coats on the unfinished floor, a makeshift barrier against the cold wood.

I sit cross-legged beside Damian while Jake retrieves two bottles of beer from the truck.

When he returns, we settle in, knee over knee, passing silent, knowing smiles between us.

Damian drags his fingers over mine, teasing, tracing. Beside me, Jake takes a slow sip of beer, then sets his bottle aside and shifts closer, his palm sweeping the curtain of my hair aside to kiss my neck. Heat blooms in my stomach.

Damian’s fingertips skim the inside of my wrist, lingering at my pulse, feeling it race. His hazel eyes flick up to mine, a dark promise burning in them, and then he leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips.

I push my bottle across the floor, away from us, grab the front of his jacket, and pull him in harder.

Jake chuckles. The sound slides down my spine like warm hands. His breath is at my ear, and then his palms find my hips, fingers slipping beneath my shirt, moving slow.

“I can’t stop thinking about the other night,” he murmurs.

Damian groans against my mouth. “Do you know how fucking hot that was? Watching you swallow Jake’s cum before taking you myself?”

Heat flashes across my cheeks like I’ve been slapped. Damian catches it instantly, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

“Did you like that, Finch?” His voice drops, deep and smooth. “Fucking both of us?”

God, yes.

Jake’s fingers roll over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, and I moan, my head falling back.

Damian’s voice is a low vibration against my skin. “Gonna let us have you again, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good girl.”

A breath escapes me, soft and involuntarily, and Jake chuckles again. “Ooh, she liked that, D.”

Damian’s hand slides to my throat, tilting my chin in his direction, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes flick over my face, searching. “You’re gonna be good for us, princess.”

My pulse beats wildly against his fingers. I open my mouth to speak, but Damian just shakes his head.

“Nah, baby,” he murmurs. “Show me.”

I don’t hesitate.

My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into a kiss that’s nothing but heat and hunger, a heady push and pull that floods every nerve in my body.

When we break apart, he grins, slow and wicked, and says, “Now Jake.”

Jake’s breath brushes my cheek as I turn, his mouth finding mine. Kissing Jake is different than kissing Damian. Softer but just as hungry. His tongue, warm and familiar, parts my lips and slides over my tongue, obscene and gentle. I moan, dizzy from the shift.

Damian’s hands skim down my stomach, undoing my jeans with a sharp tug, and then his fingers slip down into the warmth between my legs, seeking, finding—he chuckles when I break away from Jake’s mouth and exhale a helpless, shaky breath.

“She’s already wet,” Damian says, fingers pressing in deeper. “I can feel it through her panties.”

“Always ready for us, eh, baby?” says Jake with a smile.

Then everything moves too fast and too slow all at once. My hoodie is gone, my jeans shoved down and pulled off. The air is cold against my skin, but welcome. The heat inside of me is molten.

Damian leans back and drags his eyes over my naked body, desire licking at the edges of his expression. “Fuck. Look at you.”

Jake makes a low, approving sound, his hands skating up my stomach, teasing but never giving me enough. “You’re gonna take us both, baby, and that turns me on so fucking much.”

“Please,” I whisper, desperate now.

Jake undoes his pants, shifts over me, presses me down into the makeshift bed of coats, and then—

The first push inside me knocks the breath from my lungs.

He fills me in one slow, deep stroke, and Damian is there beside me, his hands tangled in my hair, his lips at my jaw. I arch into them, caught between the solid press of Jake’s weight and the heat of Damian’s mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Damian murmurs, his hands sliding lower, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples between his fingers.

Jake groans, adjusting his grip, sliding a hand beneath me to lift my hips. “Fuck, Max. You feel so good.”

Damian watches me, his hazel eyes blown wide with hunger. “You like that, princess?”

I can’t answer. I can only nod, panting, body arching into Jake’s thrusts. Each movement—slow, deep, precise—winds me tighter, dragging me closer to the edge.

Damian grips my chin, forcing my mouth to his. The kiss is rough and consuming. He swallows my moan as Jake’s rhythm turns sharper, deeper, a growl low in his throat as he slams into me.

The pressure builds—hot, unbearable. Then…

I shatter.

My pussy clenches tight, my release breaking over me in waves. My nails bite into Jake’s arms, my mouth open against Damian’s as I come hard, my whole body trembling.

Jake groans, his grip tightening at my hips as he follows me over the edge, his whole body shuddering.

“Fuck!” he cries loudly, his cock pulsing violently as he shoots his load.

He thrusts, burying himself in me as he comes, choking back breath until he collapses on top of me with a strangled gasp, and I lie still, heart hammering, caught in the hush that follows, just for a moment.

Damian chuckles. “Oh, we’re coming inside, are we?”

Jake exhales a rough laugh, still catching his breath, pushing my damp hair back with one hand as he presses a lazy kiss to my lips. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t hold back.”

He pulls out and rolls off me, sprawling on the rough wood floor, exhausted and catching his breath.

Damian shifts over me, taking Jake’s place. “My turn.”

My body is still thrumming from Jake, but Damian’s grip is firm, his mouth already claiming mine, taking in a way that leaves no room for second thoughts.

The kiss is rough, deep, fired with all of the heat inside of him before he pulls back just enough to speak. “I’ve never fucked a pussy with another man’s cum in it…but I’m not against it. You’re gonna take two fucking loads today, okay, baby?”

I nod, barely breathing. “Yes.”

He smiles darkly. “You’re so good when you listen.”

Then his hands are on me—gripping my waist, flipping me onto my stomach before I can even process the movement.

My cheek presses against Jake’s coat, my body still tingling, still sensitive—but I don’t protest. I don’t want to.

Not when Damian’s strong hands slide down my spine, gripping my hips, positioning me exactly how he wants me.

Jake groans appreciatively. “Fuck, I love this view.”

Damian laughs low in his throat, but his focus is all on me. His palm ghosts over the curve of my ass before his hand cracks against my skin, sharp and sudden. I gasp, jolting at the contact, and just as quickly, he soothes the sting with a soft caress.

He digs his fingers into my hips as he positions himself behind me, and then he leans forward as he pushes in, lips brushing my ear as sinks into me, his voice dropping low, dark—and utterly depraved.

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet and slick—this tight little pussy that’s already been filled up so good.”

Heat slams through me. My breath stutters, my hips lifting against him, desperate for more.

He bends down, his nose skimming my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. “So fucking wet, Jesus. I’m going to fuck you just as hard as I want, because I know you can take it.”

Then he moves. A deep, punishing thrust—burying himself as far in as he can go, forcing a cry from my lips.

“Fuck,” Jake murmurs, voice thick. “She takes it so good.”

Damian moans, fingers tightening on my hips as he slams into me again.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, his breath ragged. “She’s so fucking perfect.”

I whimper, my fingers curling against the fabric beneath me. Damian doesn’t hold back. His thrusts slam me forward with every snap of his hips.

“You like it rough, don’t you, princess?”

I moan, nodding helplessly.

His hand slides up, tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to pull my head back. “Tell Jake how much you love it when I fuck you rough.”

“Y-yes,” I pant. “I love it.”

“Good.”

A desperate sound slips from my throat. His voice, his grip, the ruthless way he’s pumping into me—it’s too much.

“She’s close,” Jake murmurs, lazily trailing a hand down the side of my thigh. “Feel how tight she’s getting?”

Damian groans. “Fuck yes.”

Then he shifts—deeper, harder, finding that spot that makes me seize up.

The pressure inside me coils fast. My whole body clenches, and then I’m gone. My orgasm slams into me and I cry out as Damian slams into me again and again.

“God, yes,” Damian growls. “Fucking take it. Fuck.”

The aftershocks roll through me, my pussy pulsing with a vibration of its own as he drives into me until his breath catches, and then his fingers dig in deep enough to bruise.

I hardly recognize the agony in his voice he’s so gone.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Do it,” I gasp. “Come inside me.”

Damian groans—a deep, guttural sound ripped straight from his chest—and then he’s shaking as he spills inside me, his hips shuddering against my ass.

For a long moment, all I can hear is his ragged breath, the pounding of my own heartbeat. Then he collapses against me, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder, making a low noise in his throat.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, still catching his breath. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah,” Jake says, grinning. “It really was.”

Damian chuckles lazily, rolling onto his back, dragging me with him so that I fall onto my side in front of him. His fingers brush idly down my spine, a soft, affectionate pet. He’s still inside me. Still warm. All mine.

Jake shifts closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “How you feeling, babe?”

I exhale a shaky breath, my body still humming. “Perfect.”

Damian smirks. “Damn right you are.”