When they rejoin us, there’s a sadistic grin on Creed’s face. “Time to go,” he says, just as Keirin joins us from the other side of the garden. I didn’t even notice our youngest brother there. The six of us look like a pack of fucking wolves.
All in black.
Ready to devour the prey.
Creed’s voice is confident, husky, and excited. “Let’s do this.”
6
Creed
We split up when we reach the woods, each taking our places behind the thick trunks as we wait for our girl to arrive. I say our girl, but she’s mine. But I’m not averse to sharing if it comes to that. I’ve always been open about sex, rather than limiting what I enjoy.
I’ll try anything at least once.
The sound of tires on the ground announces the arrival of Mali. The car door slams shut, and she calls out, “Hello?” Her voice is soft, already filled with apprehension. Earlier, when I was talking to her, I asked if she’d be up for some fun tonight, and when she said she had a date, I had to suppress my smile.
A lie brought her here.
She didn’t know I was the one who sent the rose, and I didn’t tell her. But soon, she’ll learn exactly who’s hiding amongst the trees for her. I wait until she’s deeper into the shadows before I throw a stone toward the entrance of the woods.
She screams, and my dick throbs. One of the other guys does the same, which sends our girl on her way as she races toward the lake, which sits in the center of the trees. And that’s when we make our move.
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.