Fourteen

Pov

Bennet

I barely give a slight nod before she turns around, faster than we anticipated, and starts to take off.

We both lift off the ground and start using the same signals we use when we go hunting together.

This time, our prey is six feet tall and is dripping lust and fury like a trail of breadcrumbs feeding our own desires.

We split up, knowing that we'll cut it down soon. We are faster and know more about this mountain than it will ever know. Either she thinks there really is a place to hide here, or she goes looking for it. My bet is
on the latter. We all like that. The fear and the adrenaline.

Mase and I are very willing to help provide it.

I pick up the pace with my wide strides, cutting through all the
foliage.

"We already played this g ame tonight, and you got caught. You will be caught again." I shout in the dead of night.

I hear Mason's laughter from about fifteen meters away before he has to before he has to join in the conversation, "Keep running. Make me work for it. It'll be so much sweeter when I fuck you into the dirt and make you so dirty on the outside to match your insides. I know what you think late at night, slipping my fingers into your panties and caressing your needy pussy. I've read your diaries."

That son of a bitch. And he didn't even have the decency to share it with the whole fucking class.

"Enlighten me since you've been hiding it. Greedy son of a bitch." I scream and hear branches breaking on the fence eight meters ahead.

She's moving further towards the western side of the mountain, where we keep an old hunting cabin. Especially when we need to get away from our father and the rest of the Ravens.

Pov

Mason

I should have kept my mouth shut, but the only time my silence fails me is now. Love that for me.
But I couldn't help but taunt her and him.
The fact that he found her first gnaws at me, and I know I'll hear about it incessantly from him and probably from the others too. Bennett won't shut up about it, especially after I threw it in his face during his challenge.
And there's nothing the Ravens love more than annoying each other.
"Sweet little Tessa has the dirtiest thoughts about us, brother. We fulfilled some of them tonight in the pool. Isn't that right, little volcano?" The amusement colors my tone because I imagine her leaning against a tree, flushed skin and squeezing her thighs tightly while a slideshow plays out in her mind.
I keep heading towards the last point where I heard her heavy breathing and footsteps. She's lived here for years and still can't walk quietly through the damn forest.
"And what other anecdote will you tell, Mase? I'm eager to hear the words Tessa has been using to get herself off." Bennett didn't even bother shouting this time. We both converge together and are heading for the same distant point. Our voices echo in the air, intertwining with each other and flowing towards Tessa.
"I believe her when she says she can't choose. Page after page of her diary is about us. Mason and Bennett. Bennett and Mason. She never focuses on one more than the other. All her little dirty fantasies revolve around having both of us. At the same time. Tessa Clarke wants the Slade brothers. In every possible way. Isn't that right?" I let the question linger.
Bennett stops and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. His green-blue eyes gaze at me, communicating without needing words. I feel one side of my face lift into a smile before shrugging. We can agree that we're not going to fight each other right now."
We'll be the animals everyone says we are and we'll fuck this girl right into the cold ground beneath our feet. Surrounded by everything we love in this world.
She won't choose one of us. I think we're both starting to realize that, so we need to fuck her out of our systems.
Shit, maybe Gray was right after all.
We can regain our senses, and the chokehold Tessa has on me can be removed as soon as I wet my dick.
It's just been me and my hand since she kissed me. It's been a week and that's too damn long without pussy. I don't even know how anyone does this shit.
It's convinced me that the pretty boy must be fucking his stepsister because I don't see him with any other girl, and if he's not having sex, I don't know if I can trust him to advise me. I'll have to talk to him and make sure he's getting enough action.
He sure as hell isn't releasing any tension by fighting, which is a shame because he's a damn good fighter.
Don't get distracted. Focus, Mason, and stop worrying about Remington and whether he's getting laid or not.