Twenty-seven

Pov

Tessa

"Stay away from me. And I mean it! I'll never get that image out of my head. I thought he was going to crush your heads. I...," I gasp, trying to pry myself from Bennett's grip, but he only holds onto me tighter, looking at me as if he's seeing me for the first time. I don't realize Mason moving towards us until I feel him standing behind me, his warm bare chest against my back. "Please, let me go. Let me go. I want to forget all of this..."

"You won't forget anything because this is our story, and it's the only one we have," Bennett says, and I can hear the sharpness in his tone that saying I want to leave him makes him nervous, even though he put me through this hell in more than one way.

Mason tosses my hair back over my shoulder, and I try to pull away from his touch, but Bennett keeps me in place. My place. Right between him and his brother. "We're not letting you go. You're ours, little volcano. Nothing can change that, not even the fact that you think you hate us now," Mason murmurs against my ear, and I hate how my nipples harden with his proximity. I stiffen, trying to pull away from his warm skin, but every time I move away from one of the Slade brothers, I'm pushed closer to the other.

"Please," I whisper, and I hate how small I feel. I wanted to hurt them, so angry that the whole cabin would collapse around me, but lethargy is settling in, and the adrenaline is wearing off. I feel weak, like I need them to keep me from collapsing to the floor. I feel like nothing more than debris from a Raven storm that ruins everything around it.

"Please, what?" Bennett whispers when he finally releases my hands, pulling me closer to him. I'm surprised when Mason doesn't move or try to wrench me from his brother's arms. Instead, he moves closer too.

"I don't want to fight with you two anymore," My voice is soft, and my eyelids are heavy. I let sleep take over, and both Mason and Bennett support my weight so my legs don't buckle underneath me.

"You don't have to," Bennett says softly, and I'm being lifted into his arms. I curl into his embrace, but I don't press my face into his neck like I really want to. I need to get the fantasy out of my head that they have the capacity to care for me the way I care for them. For a long moment, I think he'll walk me to the truck and take me back to Uncle Rhett's house, but that idea fades when he lays me on a large bed I haven't been on before. I start to protest, but he lifts the heavy duvet and gestures for me to slide under. I do, only because I don't have the strength to argue anymore tonight. If they want to let me sleep off the stress of tonight here in the cabin, that's what I'll do. But they'll have a rude awakening because I'm leaving tomorrow, no matter what.

I sink into the soft pillows and watch Bennett unbutton his jeans and slide them off. Mason is standing in the doorway, with his hands on top of the frame and his eyes fixed on me. Bennett turns to him only for a moment before giving me all of his attention. His boxer briefs join the jeans, and I can see he's already hard.

"I'm not fucking with you, I'm still mad at you two," I say, but he just gives me a smirk.

"Isn't that usually when we screw? When you're mad at us?" Bennett says easily as he slides into bed next to me, and I'm surprised when he elicits a chuckle from his brother. Instead of trying to start an argument with Bennett about who's going to take me for the night, Mason walks towards us before stopping at the foot of the bed. He follows Bennett's lead and strips down, leaving his clothes in a pile on the wooden floor. He walks to the other side of the bed and pulls the blanket back, giving me a view of his throbbing cock. He's already hard and hasn't even touched me yet. I push the thought away because I need to end this now. I should be kicking and screaming and telling them I won't forgive them for tonight. That's the thing about the Ravens, though, they don't care about silly things like apologies and forgiveness. Bennett turns me on my side so my back is pressed against his hard abdomen while Mason lies on the bed and stretches to look at me. He leans in so he can kiss me softly on the lips. I feel Bennett's cock throb against my ass, and it occurs to me that maybe he doesn't hate watching his brother touch me as much as he pretends to.