Each black shadow chases after her, and another few screams bounce around the darkness. By the time I reach the lake, I spot her trying to run in the opposite direction, which has me following.
It doesn’t take long for Damien to find me, and we both make our way toward her. Two of the guys are coming from the other side of the lake, and soon, she’ll be caught between the six of us.
“She’s fast,” Damien murmurs as we slow down, listening for a sound of leaves crackling underfoot. She’s clever. Her steps are soft, but any sound is amplified in the darkness, and it doesn’t take long for us to hear her.
By the time we make our way to where Mali is leaning against a tree trunk, I lean in and whisper, “Boo.”
Her scream once again echoes around us, and I allow her to run once more. I hear the other guys from our left, and so does Mali, who takes a right turn in front and heads deeper into the woods. The trees there are denser, and she’ll easily get lost, but I know my way around.
There are hidden paths that lead all the way to the mountain that overlooks Thorne Haven. Minutes later, she goes silent again, and we all stop. All six of us watching, waiting for her to make a mistake.
My heart is beating wildly in my chest.
My cock is so hard; it’s painful against my zipper.
And my hands are fisted at my sides as I consider what I’m about to do.
I take quiet steps closer to the path she ran down, and as I near her, the soft fragrance of her perfume assaults my senses, causing me to inhale deeply. The moment I round the tree, I see the pretty little thing, and she spots me at the same time.
I lunge for her, earning myself a dick-throbbing scream.
My hands are on her, one palm against her mouth as I lean in, “Hello, little thing,” I murmur in her ear, and she clearly recognizes my voice. The rest of the guys step out of the shadows then, and her eyes widen when she sees them.
I release her mouth, allowing her to speak. “Creed? What’s going on?” Fear laces her words, but her soft curves are pressed against me as I allow her to feel my hardness. “I-I…”
“I wanted some fun tonight, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Seems like you wanted it too.”
She tries to shake her head, but when I nestle between her legs, a soft moan escapes her fat lips, and I lean in to steal the sound. She doesn’t fight me as her tongue dances along mine. Her arms snake around my neck as I deepen the kiss.
She practically molds to me as the rest of the guys silently move closer. She may not hear them, but I do. We’ve spent so many nights in these woods, I can pick out the telltale signs of my best friends and my brothers.
Mali whimpers against me, her hips moving of their own accord as she grinds against my thigh. I break the kiss and cup her face in my hands. Meeting her wide, glassy-eyed stare, I smile. “Tell me right now, tell me you don’t want this,” I urge her, hoping she’ll say no. I want her to push me away and tell me I’m a sick, twisted asshole.
But she doesn’t. “Yes, I do.”
Her words are a balm to my darkened soul. “Even with them watching you?” I taunt, nudging my head toward the left, knowing the guys have formed a half-circle around us. When Mali’s gaze flits to the shadows, a gasp tumbles from her mouth. “Tell me you’re a good girl, and you don’t want them watching me fuck your pretty little cunt,” I say, keeping my voice low but loud enough for them to hear.
Emotions dance in her expressive eyes, and I wonder briefly if she’s going to deny me. But then she turns her head and faces me. “Do it.” Her challenge is firm, confident, and I don’t wait.
My hands move quickly as I tug at her clothes.
Tonight, she’s mine.
7
Keirin
The squeals of the girl that Creed has claimed bounces off the trees, and I can’t help but smile. How pretty they look when they’re being taken like whores. Most of the girls in this town are nothing more than needy little sluts, and it makes my dick hard.
I should be home, studying, or perhaps focusing on college applications, but the need to run through the trees within the darkness overtakes me each time I think about the promise of another game once this one is over.
“Yes!” she cries out, and my hand moves faster over my length in the dark of night. Pleasure burns its way through me. I’ve always enjoyed watching. There’s a certain mystique to it. You’re not truly part of the action, and yet, you get to experience everything.
When Creed moves away, she leans back against the thick trunk of the tree, nothing more than a whimpering mess. I had my doubts about the game when he first spoke of it, but watching the erotic scene before me, I can’t help but smile. She looks up at him as if he’s a knight in shining armor. I stifle my chuckle at that.
She doesn’t know the one and only rule—once a girl is claimed, she’s not allowed to play again. Ever.
Most of them will beg for it because they crave it. Even before we started this game, the rumor around school is that being taken by one of the six of us is like an award earned. I’ve always chosen the girls I fucked carefully. Although, I’ve not found one girl in this godforsaken town to claim for longer than one night, not because there aren’t any, but because no one has captured my attention.
I may fuck them.
But I never choose them.
Brody steps forward, his hand grips her cheeks, causing her lips to pout. Both my brothers are volatile, and I’m certain when the need strikes, I’ll be just like them. He presses a kiss to her lips, and she moans into it, still needy after being fucked hard against a tree.
A smile curls my lips as I watch Brody’s hand dip between her thighs. He fingers her a couple of times before he brings his hand to her lips. Dipping both digits between her plump lips, he pushes them deep until a soft gag sounds around us. He doesn’t stop or even give her a moment to breathe when he shoves the pretty girl to her knees.
I’m still hard watching the scene.
My hand slows, drawing out the pleasure as Brody pushes his cock into her mouth. His hips jerk forward, ensuring she chokes on his dick. He smiles down at her, tipping his head to the side as she takes him into her throat.
“Such a little whore for us,” he sneers. Most of the women in this town enjoy the rough degradation we offer. It’s almost as if their pristine little lives aren’t exciting enough to keep their interest. They want this, hunger for it. And Mali is no different.
Brody’s face contorts, his hand gripping the base of his shaft when suddenly, he groans, emptying himself in her mouth. She’s a good girl and drinks every drop, and the bit she doesn’t spills over her chin—she swipes it with her fingers and licks the cum from both digits.
She may be a slut in my eyes, but I can tell she’s a good fuck even though I haven’t touched her. She’s given both Creed and Brody their release. The Thornes don’t step forward. They’re merely spectators like I am. Creed, however, glances at his best friend, but Damien only offers him a slight nod. I’m not sure what they’re silently communicating, but whatever it is, my brother is appeased by Damien’s response.
Everyone is silent.
The game was a success.
Creed steps up to Mali, his tall frame leaning over her, practically engulfing her small stature. He dips his head before whispering in her ear. We can’t hear what he says, but she looks up at him with desire burning between them. A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth in a seductive tilt. All she offers back is a nod.