Page 89 of Snake

“Let me out,” I murmur, my gaze a blur on the door just inches from my nose.

“You don’t want to watch us fuck her?” Mason says, his voice as close to a purr as I’ve ever heard it. “I thought that’s what you liked, Si? Guys like Knox and me taking charge. Isn’t that what gets you hard?”

I turn and shove at him. He must have had his weight on the wrong foot, because he staggers away too easily, would even have fallen if he didn’t catch himself on the armchair nearby.

He’s smiling like a fucking alligator when he straightens. “Was it something I said?” he asks in that same denigrating tone. “Does my enormous ego offend you, Miller? My enormous everything?”

What the fuck is wrong with him? My lips curl up, my face tightening as Knox lets out another deep groan over by the bed. I can’t help but look—and all I see is Knox’s muscles gleaming faintly as his hips buck forward.

A hand clamps over my throat—so fast, so fucking tight that I’m choking before I have the sense to defend myself. Stars dash my vision when Mason slams me against the wall beside the door. “Maybe this time you don’t watch?” he says.

I see it now. The flicker in his eyes. When he smiles, it looks like mischief. But now that his face is slack, I recognize it.

Jealousy.

Goddamn, but it’s an ugly thing on him. How long has he felt like this? He never once protested. Fuck, I half-felt like he was instigating. I mean, the three of us with Nim out there in the courtyard...twice.

He’s been suppressing it this whole time. I guess tonight was the breaking point for him. And why...because we got to dance with Nim, and he didn’t? Or is it this shit with Eliza that’s got him so riled up?

There’s no time to reason this out. I’m blacking out, and Knox is so busy getting sucked off, he probably won’t realize something’s wrong until his cum is pouring down Nim’s throat.

Maybe, even then, he wouldn’t care.

Mason’s expression shifts from outright jealousy to something else. Guess he doesn’t like the fact that I’ve got him all figured out, because a second later he tosses me to the side like a used condom.

I crash into the armchair on my way over the floor, getting carpet burn on my one shoulder before coming to a stop. I hear Nim saying something that might have been, “Wait!” before I’m dragged to my feet.

Mason holds me up by the throat like he’s inspecting me, draws back an arm, and punches. My eyes close on instinct, but there’s no impact. Well, not the kind I was expecting. Something hits me, but it’s not Mason’s fist.

It’s Knox.

I grab him on instinct, and our combined weight pulls me out of Mason’s grip. We crumple to the floor, and I push Knox’s body off mine as I scramble to a sit. I know something’s wrong when he rolls off me like a dead thing.

Nim rushes over to us, falling to her knees, her naked breasts bouncing. She throws me a startled look and then turns to look at Mason as he looms over the three of us. I don’t know where it comes from, but something rises up inside me and forces me to my feet.

“The fuck did you punch him out for?” My voice is surprisingly steady. Mason even takes a step back, like he doesn’t like the look on my face.

“That was meant for you,” Mason grates. “He got in the way.”

“And you don’t like that, do you? When people get in the way.”

Mason’s jaw bunches, but he says nothing. Not even when I close the distance and stab a finger into his chest. “You’d better hope he’s okay, because if he’s concussed, I’m—”

“You’ll what?” Knox croaks out behind me. I turn, watching as Nim helps him into a sit. He squints over at Mason and me, a hand folded over his nose. I don’t see blood, which I’m hoping is a good thing.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“No,” Knox grumbles as he pushes to his feet. “Nim almost bit off my dick when she saw you two fighting and I wouldn’t let her go.”

Nim glares up at him, but lets him help her to her feet. “Was I supposed to let them beat the shit out of each other?”

“This is what guys do,” Knox says, waving a hand toward Mason and me as he heads for the en-suite bathroom. “This is how we sort shit out.”

“Have you tried talking about it?” she snaps.

Knox turns to us as if he’s waiting for us to answer her. I inhale hard, let it out in a rush. Then I turn back to Mason. “You know what? I do like to watch.”

Mason’s face twitches. He takes a slow step back and then turns to open the door and leave. I rush up to him, slamming my hand down on the wood just like he’d done. “Not so fast, Bennett. Think watching Knox is going to be enough? I want to see both of you fucking our girl.”

I glance over my shoulder as Knox comes out of the bathroom with a washcloth pressed to the bridge of his nose. He shares a quick, unreadable look with Mason before staring me down. “It’s not broken, so yeah. I’m game.”

Mason lets out a low rumble, and steps toward Nim. She’s found a blanket somewhere and wrapped it around herself, clutching it tighter as Mason descends on her. I grab his arm, keeping him back for a second. He looks at me, frowning.

When I smile, his gaze drops to my mouth, eyes flinching.“At the same time.”

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