Twenty-four
Pov
Mason
I don't even need to reach out and touch her to know she's wet enough. I can see her dripping all the way to her ass. If I had more time, I'd claim that hole too. I'm not sadistic enough to do that now.
"This will be quick and rough, baby. Hold on tight," is all I can say before entering her body at a brisk pace.
There's no lingering moment to savor. That time has come and gone, and I meant it when I said it would be fast. I grab her hair, pulling her head back hard enough for her to feel a twinge of pain.
I'm chasing my own orgasm, but I can't help but tilt my head, seizing a hard peak into my mouth, letting my tongue run over it until I bite down sharply.
As my teeth sink into the flesh of her left breast, her whole body tightens around my cock. I release her from my mouth and grab her shoulder with my free hand to hold her in place.
"Fuck, Mason. I think I'm gonna come," Tessa says amid the rough sounds of our flesh slapping together, and she slides a hand between our bodies to play with herself.
When I feel her fingers slide down and circle around my cock to stroke it as I thrust in and out of her pussy, I feel my balls tighten and groan, "Fuck," releasing myself from her grip and letting myself spill all over her pussy and hand.
The head of my cock rests against her clit, and I decide to push against the nerve button, pounding a few times until I see her eyes vibrate as the orgasm washes over her.
Once her body tremors subside, I know it's time to put some distance between us once again.
Getting out of bed, I head to the bathroom and clean up before returning to sit on the edge of the bed.
"We can't stay here forever unless you choose one of us. And before you start blowing up, I've heard all this from your mouth before. So just get your ass up, get dressed, and as soon as Bennett comes back from wherever the hell he went, we're out of here," I say, leaning in to kiss her forehead because I can be a charming guy, contrary to what everyone says.
She scowls as she gets out of bed before stomping out in a small fit of hysteria.
I hear the shower turn on and don't bother going in there to stir up more shit. We've pressed her long enough; she might as well jump off a cliff at this point.
Putting on my own clothes takes only a few moments, then I head to the living room and pick them up off the floor.
I'm heading back to the room with Tessa's items when I hear the front door open and the high-pitched sounds of my brother's voice, "Let's air out this cabin for a week with how much it smells like sex and anger. Have you even checked your damn phone, idiot?"
Shaking my head, I toss Tessa's things on the bed and sit on the couch, taking my phone out of my pocket to check what I missed.
Scrolling through the messages, I familiarize myself with the shit Bennett has set in motion and Gray is authorizing. He's probably getting hard just thinking about what's about to go down. He's fucked up like that.
I don't bother verbalizing shit to Bennett; instead, I just hold my phone up and nod to let him know I'm on board with whatever the hell is going to happen, and I have no issue with it. Even if I did, it's too late now. It's all already in motion, but Tessa needs to hurry up and get dressed.
"Vulcano, hurry up in there. I want to get out of here, and I guarantee no amount of showering will make you feel like you can wash us off," I yell to let my words echo and vibrate around the wood.
A door slams, and less than two minutes later, she emerges, sinking into my clothes with a red face, and if steam could pour out of her pores, it would.
"Let's go, damn it. The sooner I'm away from you two, the faster I can move on with my fucking life."
Pov
Tessa
"You're too pretty to snarl like that, Vulcano," Bennett says in that condescending tone that makes me want to pull his hair. I try to neutralize my expression because I don't want to give the smug bastard any more satisfaction than he's already gotten from me.
Bennett opens the passenger side door of the red truck, which even in the dark I recognize as one of Grey's. It's not uncommon for the Ravens to drive each other's vehicles, but I quickly look around to make sure my brute of a cousin isn't lurking anywhere. I don't need any more fun rides, courtesy of Grey Bishop.
"Last chance to tell my brother you want to stay with me," Mason calls from the front porch of the hunting cabin. I open my mouth to retort with something equally sarcastic, but I hear muffled male voices. I've lived on this mountain long enough to know how sounds carry and that they can come from any direction.
"Did you call the other guys for backup?" I roll my eyes, cross my arms, but instantly straighten my posture when I see Mason reach behind his jeans where he usually keeps his gun. I can tell by the way he's furrowing his brow that in the chaos of our departure, he's not as prepared as he normally is for unwelcome visitors. I feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end because as revered as the Ravens are, there's always someone looking to get back at them.
"Damn. Are you armed?" Mason snaps at Bennett, who just shakes his head negatively. He's completely still, scanning the land before quietly closing the truck door and waving his arm at me, gesturing for me to go back to the cabin.
"Are you guys fucking with me?" I whisper, and Bennett comes toward me, putting his hand over my mouth and dragging me to the cabin door that Mason is already opening.
"Not so fast, Slade," I hear an unfamiliar male voice say gruffly, and I hear the sound of a gun being cocked. I feel Bennett tense at the sound, and he doesn't let go of me or remove his hand from my mouth. It's probably for the best because the string of curses I want to unleash right now will only make things a thousand times worse.
"Get off our property or be buried in it, your choice," Mason retorts, and his bold tone only comforts me slightly because I know he doesn't have a gun. At least not one that gives him an advantage over a gun.
"Get your fucking ass inside the cabin," another voice demands, and my heart sinks into the depths of my stomach. There's at least two of them, and I wouldn't bet against a Raven, but I have a really bad feeling about this.