LOGINCHAPTER 16 – CLAIMING GROUND CODY BRENNAN POV “Stop looking out the window, Atlas—come back to bed and put your hands on me.” Both of them turned. Atlas still had that cold, calculating look he got whenever the outside world threatened us. Hunter was pacing near the glass, restless energy rolling off him. The photo scare from last night hung in the air like smoke, but I was done letting it own the morning. A week ago, I would have rather died than said those words out loud. A week ago, I still thought of myself as straight — the clean-cut rookie who dated girls when he had time and never looked twice at the men in the locker room. Now, the thought of either of them leaving this room without touching me felt unbearable. The shift had been violent and fast. One injury, one feverish night, and suddenly the only thing that made sense was their hands on my skin and their cocks inside me. I didn’t recognize the version of myself who could feel this greedy, this certain. I only knew I di
Chapter 15 – The Unit Atlas Kane “Sit up and look at me, Cody—you’re safe, I’ve got you.” Cody’s hands were still shaking when I pulled him off the couch and into my lap. I wrapped the thick throw blanket around his bare shoulders, tucking it tight, and checked his wrists. Dark red fingerprints were already blooming into bruises. His pulse hammered under my thumb. Hunter stood a few feet away, chest heaving, eyes wild, still half-hard and looking like he wanted to climb right back on top of Cody. I didn’t raise my voice. “Look at his wrists, Hunter. Apologize to him right now before I throw you out of this room.” Hunter’s jaw flexed. For a second I thought he might push back. Then he stepped closer, dropped to one knee in front of us, and forced the words out like they cost him blood. “I’m sorry, Cody. I lost my fucking head over Reyes. I shouldn’t have grabbed you that hard. It won’t happen again.” Cody swallowed, eyes still glassy, but he nodded once. I kept my hand on the
Chapter 14 – Unchained Hunter Conner “You’re not putting your shoes on, Cody, and you’re sure as hell not walking out that door.” Cody froze with one shoe in his hand, eyes wide. Atlas stood a few feet away, phone still glowing with the post Dom Reyes had just dropped — a public, nasty promise that he’d “finish what he started” the second Cody stepped back on the ice. My blood was already boiling. “Hunter, I have to go,” Cody said, voice tight. “Harlan will suspend me. My career—” “Fuck Harlan.” I stepped in front of the door and locked it with a hard click. “And fuck Dom Reyes. If that bastard is waiting anywhere near the arena, you’re not leaving this house.” “You can’t just—” I closed the distance in two strides, took the shoe out of his hand, and threw it across the entryway. It hit the wall hard. Cody’s back met the door a second later as I crowded him in, one forearm braced beside his head, the other gripping his jaw. “Take those clothes off right now before I rip them o
Chapter 13 – Rupture Cody Brennan “Who the hell’s shirt is that, Cody? Because it’s definitely not yours.” Ty’s voice hit me the second I stepped into the kitchen. He was already standing by the island, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. I froze halfway to the coffee maker, suddenly very aware of the oversized black hoodie swallowing my frame — one of Atlas’s — and the way the soft cotton still scraped against the fresh bite mark on my shoulder. “It’s just a hoodie,” I said, too fast. “Mine’s in the wash.” “Bullshit.” Ty stepped closer. “You’re not answering my texts. You’re not showing up to team meals. You’ve been living in Kane’s house for over a week, and now you’re walking like someone rearranged your insides. What the fuck is going on?” My face burned. Every shift of my weight sent a dull, sweet ache through my ass and thighs — reminders of Hunter’s rough morning and Atlas’s controlled destruction the night before. I gripped the edge of the counter hard enough that my knuckles w
Chapter 12 – Double Edge Atlas Kane “Move back to his head, Hunter. You’ve had your fun—now let me teach him how to take me again.” Hunter’s eyes flashed with challenge, but he moved. He didn’t like being told what to do, and that was exactly why I did it. He shifted up the bed, kneeling near Cody’s head, chest still rising hard from the way he’d just finished inside him. Cody lay on his stomach, completely wrecked, shiny with sweat, Hunter’s bite mark already darkening on his shoulder. Fresh finger bruises painted his hips. His hole looked soft, slightly swollen, and used. Perfect. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. The air in the room was thick and humid with the smell of sex, skin, and the three of us. I climbed onto the mattress between Cody’s spread thighs and ran both palms slowly up the backs of his legs, thumbs spreading him open so I could look. “Look at me, Cody.” He turned his face on the pillow, eyes glassy and dark, lips parted and s
Chapter 11 – Primal Instinct Hunter Conner “Get out of my way, Atlas. He’s awake, and I’m not done with him.” Atlas stood between me and the bed like a wall, arms crossed, still wearing the same black sweatpants from last night. The room still smelled like sex and fever-sweat and the three of us. Cody was sitting up against the headboard, sheet pooled around his waist, hair a mess, mouth still swollen from my cock. Fresh bruises were already blooming on his hips where Atlas had held him open. I wanted to put new ones on top of them. “You had him last night,” Atlas said, voice flat. “He needs time.” “I don’t give a fuck what you think he needs.” I stepped closer, chest almost touching his. “Look at him. He’s already hard under that sheet. He can take it.” Cody’s eyes flicked between us, cheeks flushing deep. “Hunter—” I didn’t wait for the rest. I moved past Atlas, kneeled on the mattress, and dragged the sheet down in one pull. Cody’s cock sprang up against his stomach, flushe







