He pushes in.
One long, devastating thrust. The stretch is enormous—Bane opened me but Atlas is thicker and the difference makes me cry out, my hands clawing at the sheets. The slick eases the way but the fullness is staggering. Every inch of him sinking deeper, filling me completely.
"Oh fuck—Atlas—"
He bottoms out. Holds. Buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass. His forehead drops between my shoulder blades. Shaking.
"Max—" Into my skin. "You feel so good I can't—"
"Move." I push back against him. Clench around him. Feel his groan rumble through my spine. "Fuck me. Please."
He moves.
Deep, rolling thrusts that pull almost all the way out and slam back in. He finds the angle within seconds—the spot that makes my vision blur—and hits it.
Again.
Again.
Bane moves to the head of the bed. Kneels in front of me. His cock still hard, glistening with my slick. He cups my jaw. Tilts my face up.
"Open," he says. Tender even now.
I open my mouth. He slides in—the taste of myself on his cock, salt and musk—and his hips push forward while Atlas pushes into me from behind. Full at both ends. Two brothers inside me at the same time.
I can't think, can't breathe, can only take it—Atlas driving into me, Bane rocking into my mouth.
"Look at him." Zero's voice. Rough. Fraying. "Look at how good he takes it. Both of you at once."
His hand is moving faster. I can hear the slick sound of it from across the room.
"Touch yourself, Max." Zero again. "I want to watch you come from Atlas's cock."
I reach between my thighs. Wrap my hand around myself. Stroke in time with Atlas's rhythm. The triple sensation—Atlas in my ass, Bane in my mouth, my own hand on my cock—is so much my vision swims.
"That's it," Zero says. Low. His voice a live wire. "That's it. Don't hold back. Let us hear you."
Bane pulls from my mouth. He pulls me up so we’re face to face, my back arched deep for his brother. He kisses me—tasting himself on my tongue—while Atlas's thrusts get faster. Harder. The control gone. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room and I'm moaning into Bane's mouth, loud and desperate.
Bane wraps his hand around his cock, stroking fast, his forehead against mine. "Together," he breathes. "Come with me."
Atlas's rhythm breaks. His thrusts go ragged, desperate.
"Max—I can feel it—the knot—"
I feel it too. The base of his cock swelling. Thickening with every thrust, stretching me wider, the pressure building into something enormous. My body resists for a fraction of a second and then gives—opens around the growing knot with a wet, obscene sound that makes Atlas choke on my name.
"Fuck—" My face drops against Bane's chest. The stretch is immense. The knot pressing against every nerve ending inside me, growing thicker, locking us together. I can feel his pulse through it—Atlas's heartbeat inside my body.
Bane pulls me back up so we’re face to face, kisses me through it.
"Max—" Atlas's voice is destroyed. "I want to—can I—"
His mouth is on my neck. Right on the bonding gland. His teeth grazing the skin. He's asking. Even now. Even with his knot growing inside me and his body shaking—he's asking.
My eyes sting.
"Bite him." Zero. From the chair. His voice cracked open. Raw. "Atlas. Bite him."
