Fifteen

Pov

Mason

I see a thin but bright outline of red hair emerging from a large oak about 10 meters ahead and signal to Bennett, alerting him that our target has been spotted. It's no different from when we're hunting deer and instead of fighting to see who gets to shoot, we'll both be taking shots.

We slow our movements and make our way through the terrain. Without making a sound, we're able to crawl without alerting her of our presence. I know she can feel us close, closing in, but she's foolishly thinking that if she doesn't move, we'll be distracted by the other sounds of the forest. She's never hunted with us and has no idea how in tune we are with everything. No one compares to us when it comes to hunting, especially in Hollow Hill.

Part of me is tempted to knock out Bennett and drag Tessa away and hide where no one can find us. There are so many unexplored areas on the mountain that I think we wouldn't be found. We'd live off the land and she wouldn't have a choice but to choose me. Stay with me. All mine, all the time. We could do this. Live in a tent or make a home in one of the caves we'll surely find. The idea sparks in me a level of joy that I only experience when I feel someone's face giving way under my fists.

Dad would never let me go for real. He'd scour this mountain until he found me and drag me back to his house. A grown man, but he's got me by the balls. He's got both of us by the balls. The pile of dirty deeds we've done and that he holds over us whenever we think about growing a backbone and stepping out of line is big enough for Bennett and me to stay in prison for years.

No, thank you.

One day, though, I'll watch the life drain from Eric Slade's eyes and on that day, I'll know true freedom.

We're less than a meter and a half away now and I can smell her fear tinging the air around the tree, and it makes my cock harden.

My brother and I look at each other and do a countdown, "five... four... three... two..."

We both move quickly, circle the tree, and pin Tessa.

I growl, "The prettiest prey we've caught on this side of the mountain, isn't it, brother?" and I feel her shudder. Whether it's from fear or anticipation, I don't know. If I had to guess, I'd say both. She fears us, but the feeling excites her. This girl is far from innocent.

She's pushing at my chest angrily, and Bennett laughs unpleasantly loud. She turns and elbows him in the stomach.

"You two idiots! I was scared. Gray just dropped me off at home, and you two are fucking with me. The worst started going through my head. It was like Daniel all over again." She's upset, but so am I.

Even hearing that damn guy's name annoys me, though I know he's dead and burned behind the Graves brother's property. Watching his flesh melt and turn to ashes was a blessing, because anything less would have been unacceptable. He was nonexistent... not even worthy of feeding the earth with his decaying flesh.

"You know better. Your cousin wanted to teach you a lesson, but do you really think he'd just leave you in an unknown part of this mountain without a plan?" My brother asks, and Tessa looks at us with an impassive expression on her face before crossing her arms.

"Okay, so maybe Gray would do that. It depends on how much you annoyed him, but seriously, you should have known we'd come after you. You're ours. You belong to the Ravens. We all belong to the Ravens. It was a stupid decision to try and leave and then try to lure others to help you. It would always end up with you being hunted down and caught." Bennett's words are gentle, and I watch as they flow over Tessa's flushed skin like water.

He doesn't need to raise his voice. He doesn't even need to be mean. He's buttering her up and slowly she'll start to relax her body until she's in our hands.

"Screw my cousin. He's the worst of all of you. He can eat shit and I hope Em doesn't give him any breaks. I hope she annoys him to death. So you got me. Prey here. Against this tree. On this mountain. Is it really a victory to catch something from an inescapable prison? What are you two planning to do with me?" Her anger is a vibrant red, matching her hair, and it makes my cock throb.

Her anger fuels mine, and I love how they spin together, colliding and fighting for dominance.

I grip her until she's facing my brother and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her in place.

I grab her face, chin in one hand, pressing harder than I normally would until she's forced to open her mouth to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Leaning over her, I lower my head, tilting it so we're parallel.

"What the hell we want. You thought we were tough on you before? You haven't seen anything yet." And then I let the saliva pooled in my mouth move from the back of my throat until it pools just at the tip of my tongue. A single push of my tongue and I let the spit leave my mouth and gravity do the rest, until it falls into Tessa's open mouth. I grip her jaw tighter until she's forced to swallow.

"As I said, whatever the fuck we want."

I look up and see my brother watching, assessing, but not disgusted. Why would he be? Jealous maybe because he didn't do it, but not disgusted. Definitely a little excited to treat her like our little whore.