by Dani René
It’s nothing new, this thing that’s been playing through my mind for the past few days. As the buildup to the party took shape, even as I left the rose on Mali’s porch, it screamed at me. Deep down, I know it’s true. I’m nothing more than a sadistic bastard. And that couldn’t be truer because my folks fucked off long before they even knew who I was.
Sighing, I take a long drink of alcohol before I turn to Damien. “I’m so fucked up,” I finally admit. “My mind doesn’t work like anyone else’s. It’s like I want the darkness, and with every day that passes, I sink deeper into that mindset.”
“We’re all a little bit fucked up, Creed,” he tells me earnestly. Most times, Damien is a serious motherfucker, but right now, he’s downright stoic. There’s no hint of a smile on his lips, no amusement dancing in his ice-blue eyes.
“You’re not.”
“You think so?” he questions, the corner of his mouth tilting as his gaze flicks to mine. “I want to do this. I’m ready to chase a girl through the dark woods with you, and you say you’re the fucked up one? Maybe it comes with growing up in a town like this. Maybe it’s boredom.” He shrugs before picking up his drink and turning back to the window. “But maybe, just maybe, we’re all born a little fucked up.”
I look away from my best friend and out at the garden once more while considering his words. Maybe he’s right, but my soul disagrees. It’s telling me there’s another inherently broken part of me that’s hidden, and over time, it’s going to rear up, and I’m not going to be able to control it.
“Maybe,” I finally answer, only to appease Damien, but that twisting in my gut doesn’t unknot itself. It’s there, and I doubt anything can ever unwind the fear and anxiety living inside me.
We don’t talk as the staff hustle behind us. They’re rushing around to get everything ready, and I have a feeling this won’t be the last time Damien and I talk about this. Maybe one day, when I can tell him my whole story, he’ll understand. But for now, I allow my friend to believe he’s right about me, about us.
And I push all that bullshit to the back of my mind.
Time to focus on the here and now.
5
Brody
I’m dressed all in black. The outfits we chose will allow us to hide in the shadows to ensure Mali’s fearful glances as she races through the woods won’t spot us easily. With my balaclava in hand, my stomach twists in knowing. Tonight, things will change. I’ll dip into the darkness that resides within me, and I’ll give in to the monster that I’ve hidden so well since coming to Thorne Haven.
My mind focuses on what we’re doing tonight. I can’t wait to see the fear in those pretty eyes when we get Mali all alone. I take after Creed more than he can stand. I know my brother is wary of me at times, and I don’t blame him. But there are things in my past that have made me the way I am.
When I came to Thorne Haven, I was a broken kid. I didn’t know how to be around good people. Even now, I struggle when it comes to normal interactions. Perhaps my real folks broke me so bad, I’ll never heal from it.
The nightmares have stopped, but the lingering images that flit through my mind are still there—the scenes I witnessed when I was far too young to know about them. I swing my leg over my bike and start the engine. The roar of the beast between my legs settles my anxiety, and I pull out of the garage before snaking down the long driveway.
Thorne manor isn’t far, and in the dim light of the silver moon, I can see the turrets which peek through the trees. This is a ghost town, not because there aren’t any people living here, but because there are so many secrets hidden amongst the trees, and within the walls of both our homes, they haunt us daily.
I want to dive into the history of the town. I crave to learn just what went on here in the past, but Dad doesn’t want us digging up old wives’ tales. That’s what he said anyway.
When he found me in the library going through the enormous tomes, he told me to focus on school. And since then, he’s moved all the volumes to his office. But what he doesn’t know is I’ll find out what he’s hiding and when I do, I’ll bring it all to light.
It’s not long when I’m pulling up to the front door of the Thorne home and killing the engine. I kick out the bike stand and saunter into the house to find the guys on the patio.
Guests mill around the garden, drinks in hand, all of them our age. Students from the local college, and seniors from the high school, are all mingling with each other. The music is so loud, it thumps through me, gifting me a quick reminder about a time long ago when I hated loud noises.
Shaking my head free of the memory, I head toward Damien and Cass, who are leaning against the far wall, watching Creed chat up Mali. She’s a gorgeous girl, not my type, but she certainly does make my dick throb knowing that soon, she’ll be squealing both in fear and pleasure.
When Creed chose her, I was surprised. He’s always been a redhead man. He loves the fiery girls who challenge him, whereas Mali is more of a gentle soul. I reach my friends.
“Guys,” I greet, shaking their hands. “I see Creed is already diving nose deep in there.” They chuckle when I gesture with my chin toward the two of them.
“He’s been by her side all night,” Cass remarks. “I wonder if she knows who the rose came from.”
Shaking my head, I reply, “He wouldn’t have told her. It’s not as fun when they know who’s chasing them.” Two sets of eyes land on me, and I realize I’ve just said something that shouldn’t be normal. To me, it is, but to them, I sound like a fucking creeper, I’m sure. But they’ve both known me long enough to realize I say shit like this all the time.
“I have to agree,” Damien says, surprising me. He’s always been more aloof than the other two Thorne brothers. I always thought it was because he was older than me. His friendship with Creed is stronger than with the rest of us.
“The thrill is in the unknown,” I say as Finn saunters over with a beer in each hand. He gives me one before slapping my shoulder in greeting. “Finn, are you looking forward to tonight?”
“I’m always ready for some fun,” he informs us, his brows waggling playfully. As the youngest brother, he’s more focused on girls and parties than school. But even so, he aces every exam we write.
I look at him, a smile on my lips. “Do you have anyone in mind for when it’s your turn?”
“Gen’s sister,” he says with a wink. I didn’t realize he was into her. Genevieve is the only girl who ever hangs out with us. Although, I’m almost certain she’s fucked both Damien and Finn. Cassian has never shown any interest in her, but then again, you can’t judge people from the glimpses you get of them.
“She’s hot,” I agree while thinking of the blonde. I always found it strange that Gen was a redhead while her sister had hair made of sunshine. “But I’m ready to see if Gen would be up for this game.”
“You’re taking on the fiery one?” This query comes from Cass; shock painted on his expression. “I didn’t take you for someone who wants older women.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Not always, but she’s definitely someone I’d love to see break. She’s too cold, even though she spits her anger.” They all nod, agreeing because I’m right. She may show off her hard side, but I know there’s a soft, submissive side underneath that. She’s built up these walls around her; it's going to take a strong man to break them down. “Also, it would be so much more pleasurable to see her submit.”
“No doubt about that,” Finn says, “But even in the bedroom, she’s tough as nails, man.” His words only confirm what I already knew, that Finn and Gen have been together.
“Maybe with you,” I challenge with a laugh. “Maybe she needs a real man.” My taunt earns me a punch to the shoulder as we chuckle.
“Fuck you,” Finn retorts playfully. “Those who are all talk have the smallest dicks,” he throws back with another shove.
“Oh yeah? Care to wager on that?” I grab my junk, causing the rest of the guys to guffaw at our display
.
“Okay, kids,” Damien says, his voice aloof and cool. “Enough dick swinging. It’s almost time.” He moves toward Creed, leaving us to watch as he whispers in my brother’s ear. They nod, and Creed says his farewell to Mali.
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.
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.
My brother turns to me, watching from the shadows, and grins that dark, feral smile I’ve come to know from him. He has always watched out for Brody and me. We became his wards without even trying, and he took it upon himself to ensure we didn’t go off the rails.
He glances at the girl before stepping behind her. Slowly, ever so slowly, he unbuttons her top, the small tank that’s been holding her tits from view falls open, and I’m met with fat, luscious breasts. Creed’s hands grab them roughly, lifting and squeezing them together.
“Would you like Mali to help?” Creed taunts me. He’s the only one of my brothers who knows about my past. I haven’t had the courage to tell Brody yet. Perhaps one day, when I’m strong enough to venture to the sordid memories, I’ll sit him down, but that won’t be anytime soon. “She wants to help.”
