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CHAPTER 45

MAX

I ’m fully panicking. There’s a fucking snake wrapped around my neck and she’s slowly tightening which is making it harder to breathe. I’m sure my fear isn’t helping that, but I can’t help it. I also can’t help the way my pussy floods from how turned on I am. Adam has his fingers shoved inside me, and an orgasm lingers nearby despite it all—I’m depraved.

I can’t move because he’s holding my arms above my head and his body is crowding mine while he fingers me. Oh, and while his fucking snake tries to choke the life out of me, all Adam cares about is talking about symbolism and finger fucking me to insanity while I slowly lose my life at the hands of him and his snake.

“Adam please,” I plead, as he continues to work his fingers into me, and the pressure he’s putting on my clit has me ready to see stars.

Or maybe it’s the oxygen deprivation, I’m really not sure.

At this moment, I know I’m truly losing it because part of me wishes Caine were here so he could just put a stop to this. He doesn’t stop when I tell him to, or actually do anything I say I want, but I feel like this would push him over the edge.

Or he would want to join.

Fuck, the thought makes me moan.

“You like this don’t you? Like feeling scared and having to work for your air. You’re going to come for me anyway, aren’t you?” Adam grinds out.

My head feels light from Athena cutting off my air, and yet I moan because I’m thinking of these men using me at the same time. Especially right now when Adam continues to pump his fingers and rub me right where I need him to. When he curls his fingers to hit my G-spot, I push against the hand wrapped around my wrists, wanting to grab onto something because I can feel my knees buckling as the orgasm starts barreling toward me.

I’m gasping for air while Athena squeezes, and my pussy cries. As much as I hate to admit it, the feeling of air being constricted and the fear have me even more turned on. It doesn’t take long before the release that’s been teasing me since Adam’s first touch slams into me.

As my body convulses with the orgasm, my vision blurs as I try to gasp for breath, but I can’t. And before I can tell what’s really happening, my arms are dropped, my pants are pushed completely off my body, my knee is grabbed to wrap around Adam’s hip and the head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

I still feel like I can’t breathe, but when he pushes inside while his fucking snake is still wrapped around my throat, I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Reaching up, I try to pull her from my neck, but I’m stopped again when he grabs my hands, pinning them to the wall with his on the side of my head.

“Take her off,” I beg, my voice is hoarse. I don’t even know if he’s listening to me because the way he’s pistoning his hips against mine tells me he has a singular focus and apparently, it’s to fuck me until I pass out.

“You’re okay, baby girl. You can take it, I have you,” he says, and my body relaxes slightly even though I really can’t breathe. She’s even tighter now and I think it’s from the way Adam is fucking me into the wall. Still, I can’t help but wrap my leg tighter around him, holding on while he stretches me perfectly.

“You feel so fucking good. You are the fucking temptation. You are the fucking danger, and you are going to be the fucking death of me.” He moans and it only adds to the pleasure building once again, even stronger this time, but I feel like I may not even get there before I lose consciousness from the lack of blood and oxygen to my brain.

I try to say his name again, but nothing comes out. My vision begins to tunnel, the white spots appearing and yet the way he continues to fuck me only brings me closer and closer to the edge. The release building inside me only increases the closer I get to losing consciousness.

Just as I feel like I’m about to crumple to the ground, I’m able to take a deep breath and at the same time, my orgasm completely consumes me, and I scream without thinking about the fact that there’s still a creature around my neck. My knees buckle, but Adam just picks me up easily, wrapping both of my legs around his waist as he fucks into me roughly. I’m being slammed against the wall with each thrust until he finds his own release with a loud groan, pushing himself as deep inside me as possible, filling me completely.

I still feel like I could pass out as Adam sets me down, holding me steady as he removes Athena from around my neck and cool air hits where she was coiled while I continue to gasp for air. I wonder if I’ll have a mark from her.

“You’re insane,” I tell him when I finally find my voice after he puts her back into her cage.

“You must be too, because you loved that.”

I want to deny it because no one in their right mind would love that, but even when I try to voice it, I can’t. Because I did. And it only solidifies what I’ve been learning about myself lately—that I don’t know who I am.

I think about one thing that Adam said about what snakes mean, about rebirth and shedding their skin. When I look over at Athena slithering around her cage once again, I get it. Maybe humans can do that because I feel like that’s exactly what I’ve done.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. If you’re still mad about what just happened, I’ll kiss it all better.” He winks, and starts walking back toward the bathroom.

I follow him, taking off the shredded remains of my shirt, calling after him I say, “You guys really need to stop destroying my clothes.”

“Maybe you should just always be naked around us, then.”

“I don’t think that’ll go over very well at the gym, but I guess I could try.”

Adam whirls around, scooping me up over his shoulder. I squeal as he carries me into the bathroom, dropping me onto the counter which sends a shock of cold through me as soon as I make contact with the stone.

He starts up the shower and takes his shirt off that hot way guys do with one hand behind his neck. I take him in. I’ve seen him in minimal clothes before, but this is the first time I’m getting to really enjoy it. He’s big, but not as big as Caine. A light dusting of chest hair obscures some of the tattoos that completely cover him. From his neck down, he’s one piece of art. A very sculpted, sexy piece of art.

“You like what you see?” he asks, pushing his pants and boxers off all at once.

“Mhm,” I hum, spreading my legs apart and his eyes draw in between them, where I can feel his cum leaking out of me. “Do you?”

“ Fuck ,” he groans, wiping his hand down his face. I see the moment he snaps before giving in. He closes the small distance between us, dropping down to his knees and pulling me against his mouth, tossing my legs over his shoulders before lapping at both our releases.

I moan, leaning back and grabbing the edge of the sink, trying to keep myself from slipping off and giving in to how good everything feels. “I don’t think this is what you meant by clean up,” I gasp.

He chuckles against me, spearing his tongue into my pussy while I writhe against him. One hand grabbing the back of his head, I try to push harder against his mouth, which only makes him hum against me and suck my clit into his mouth.

I already feel close to coming again, but he lifts up, and his mouth meets mine. The taste of both of us has me licking and sucking his lips while we kiss. My hips move on their own seeking him once again because I’m desperate for him.

Adam lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me into the shower. The hot water pelts down on us as the steam invades my lungs. He pushes me against the tiled wall, and I gasp at how cold it is. He uses the opportunity, and his tongue invades my mouth as he grinds his cock against me. I want to make a smart-ass comment about how quickly he was able to get hard again. I’m unable to form any words as his shaft slides through my wetness and hits my overly sensitive clit while he pinches my nipple between two of his fingers.

“Adam, please,” I beg into his mouth.

“Please what, baby girl?” he asks with one strong thrust against me.

“I need you, please. I want more.”

“That wasn’t enough for you? You need my cock filling this sweet cunt again?” He grinds against my sensitive core, and I moan, trying to get some leverage to get him inside me again.

“Yes, please.”

“Need my hand around your delicate little throat too?” he asks, sliding it up, wrapping his fingers around my neck, but not tight enough to cut off my air supply—yet. “You like being a helpless little thing, don’t you? You like when you’re chased through the forest and held down. You like when I hold your life in my hands.”

I moan, rubbing against him as he talks and the way he’s tightening his hand just slightly around me. I gasp, sucking in as much air as I can before he takes the ability away completely.

“You want more than that, though. You want to be filled by all three of us because just one isn’t enough for someone as greedy as you. You want to be used by all of us, and you know what, baby girl?”

“What?” I moan, holding onto him so hard, just dying for him to fuck me again.

“We want to give you all of that and more.” He angles his hips, the tip of him just barely pressing into me. “And you’re going to take it, because you’re never getting away from us.”

I’m not able to say anything because he’s pushing into me once again, filling me so perfectly that I cry out, holding onto him as he fucks me with a punishing pace. The orgasm starts to come at me so suddenly, I’m worried if I’m going to be able to hang onto him when it finally hits me. Plus, his words are ringing in my ear and I can’t tell if I should be afraid or comforted by them.

You’re never getting away from us.

Right before the orgasm slams into me, I realize that I don’t think I’d ever want to.

After we finish in the shower, it hits me how exhausted my body is and that I still have to go home. Adam got me one of his T-shirts that fits me like a dress and some of his boxers that I’m struggling to keep up on my hips.

While he’s getting dressed, I’m picking up my clothes, including the tattered remains of my shirt. My eyes catch on Athena in her cage, and I bend down to look at her, shivering when I remember what it felt like to have her scaly body wrapped around my throat.

“Thank you for not killing me,” I tell her.

“She wasn’t going to kill you,” Adam’s deep voice says behind me, making me jump. He looks at my arms with the ripped clothes. “What’re you doing?”

“I was going to go home.”

“No, you’re staying here. You need some sleep.”

I know the shock is evident on my face. He takes the clothes from me and sets them down on the arm of the couch, pulling me into his body. My hands land on his still bare chest, and I trail them down, feeling the way his muscles tense under my gentle touch. I feel his struggle before he grabs my wrists stopping me from touching him anymore.

I look up into his eyes, my mouth opening to say something, but he just says, “Let’s go to bed.”

Even though I have so many questions, mostly about his aversion to touch, but also ending with why he wants me to stay. I can’t seem to voice any of them as he leads me back into his bedroom, pulling back the blankets on his large bed. The exhaustion hits me as I start to sink into the mattress, and I fall asleep before I’m fully covered in the blankets.