Page 61 of Freaks Of Nature

I swing my leg and lift off. As I throw her over my shoulder, Mason grabs the keys of her car from the nightstand.

Then we’re out.

I put her in the trunk of our Impala, a secondary ride we keep on hand, while Mason follows us home in hers.

I open the garage and back the car in. There’s just enough room with our bikes occupying the same space, but we don’t want the neighbors to get nosy when we carry a restrained female through the driveway.

I pop the trunk and get her out without waiting for Mason to pull up to the house. I lost him a few stop lights ago; not entirely by coincidence.

Tossing Emily back over my shoulder, I trap her thighs in a firm hold against my chest and carry her down into the basement.

I don’t flick the light on. The street lamp shining through the small window on top illuminates the space enough to get around.

I slide her off my shoulder, dropping her at the short side of the pool table, facing me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly despite knowing it’s us who took her.

Her fear is real.

Unlike the bandana that first night, the cloth hood serves a deeper purpose than simply depriving her of sight. It restricts her air flow.

I want to fuck her like that. I want to hear her gasping for each precious breath as she stretches to fit me.

And I want Mason to watch.

She continues to struggle with the restraints around her wrists, thinking she could get them free.

It’s cute.

One hand clamped around her upper arm, I lift the other to the hood over her face. “You’re gonna be a good girl and play along, yeah?” I prompt, my thumb stroking her cheek through the cloth. “I promise we’ll make you feel good.”

Another juddering breath pushes from her nose and mouth, billowing under the hood.

I yank her top up to free her perfect tits, then whirl her around to face the pool table before I bare her ass, too. I slide the skimpy shorts down her thighs, my cock swelling with every inch I expose.

I catch a glimpse of her soft, pink flesh, and my stiff length is in my hand when I push her down on the rough green felt of the table. I want her to feel it chafing her nipples as I thrust into her from behind.

Her breaths pant in anticipation. I align the head at her wet slit and drive it into her with a grunt.

Just then I hear the door slam upstairs, followed by Mason’s boots pummeling the wooden steps.

My sight catches on his tight fists. His mask is down, but I don’t need to see his face to know he’s seething, finding me already balls deep in her. His shoulders are squared like he’s braced for a fight.

The corner of my mouth twitches with the rush of mirth shooting through my veins.

Mace

Ash pulls his hips back and sinks into her again, slower this time, his eyes on me as she moans under him.

It’s a provocation, I know, but I won’t admit that it’s getting to me.

I unfurl my fingers, and he gives her another lazy thrust, then pulls out, dick in his hand when I come up beside them.

I ignore his smirk and the proud stroke he gives himself at his accomplishment. Turning my attention on Emily instead, I slide her shorts to the floor, then straighten her with gentle hands against my chest.

My left palm finds her naked breast, my light squeeze coaxing a moan from under the dark cloth. “Why don’t you tell my brother how good you taste on him?” I suggest, slipping the hood off her head as she’s facing him.

Her hair is tangled, and her cheeks are flushed. She looks breathtaking like that.

My hands nudge her shoulders, and she follows my cue to get on her knees. She’s so fucking perfect.