Is he going to fuck me too?
Fill me with terror and cum?
Do I want that?
Somehow Vane giving in to me might be more of a victory than Pan giving in.
Vane yanks me upright, turns me around. My ass presses against the edge of the table, digging into my flesh.
There is no hint of emotion on Vane’s cruelly gorgeous face and it’s impossible to read his thoughts in those mismatched eyes.
“Open up, Darling,” he orders.
I don’t know where this is going, but no one is stepping in and curiosity gets the better of me.
I part my lips. Vane gets in close and spits in my mouth.
“That’s all you’ll get from me.”
I spit it out, dragging my hand over my mouth. “You asshole!” I pummel him with a fist. But hitting him is like hitting a mountain.
Futile. Stupid.
It’s Pan that stops me.
“Vane,” he says in a low, rumbling warning. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Why?” he asks. “When I’m so good at it?”
I scowl at him. He smiles at me, all gleaming teeth.
He got the better of me and I’m burning with the need for revenge.
Out of all the things the boys did to me tonight, it’s Vane that managed to get beneath my skin.
Asshole.
“Go on,” Pan tells him.
Vane cuts me with one last look before turning and walking away.
“Darling,” Pan says and I finally look up at him.
“Don’t ever provoke me again.”
There’s still blood on his hand and it finally registers that he killed someone, then fucked me.
What is happening?
And why the hell do I feel so fucking amazing right now?
Is this part of the madness? Driving me to new heights of pleasure and debauchery?
But no…
They don’t fuck Darlings.
Or at least, they didn’t before me.
“Sleep with the twins tonight,” Pan orders. “Don’t let her out of your sight again,” he adds.
“Come on.” Kas offers me his hand. “How about a shower?”
I look over my shoulder at Peter Pan. His pants are still unbuttoned, but his cock is tucked away. He’s disheveled and wild, the myth from the mythical island.
Not boy, not man.
A king.
I don’t know where I expected this night to go, but it wasn’t here.
I am no longer lost.
I think I might have finally been found.
18
KAS
We take the Darling to her room so she can shower. As the water runs, Bash climbs onto her bed and lies back against the pillows. He flicks his wrist and the ceiling turns to twilight and a shooting star shimmers through the night.
There is a reason we both tend to favor the same illusion. It reminds us of the twilight room at the fae palace.
Some days it hurts just thinking about home.
I drop into the wingback and prop my feet on the windowsill. It’s silent on the patio where a dead Lost Boy lays. Someone needs to clean up that mess and it isn’t going to be me.
“Why do you think Pan gave in tonight?” I ask.
Bash pulls a length of rope from his pocket and starts tying knots. “I don’t know. But I’m glad he did.”
The ocean breeze turns crisp as the night grows old. It steals in and dries the sweat still clinging to the back of my neck.
“You think Vane will ever give in to her?”
Bash snorts and pulls each end of the rope taut, creating a clover-like knot. “Spitting in her mouth was a favor. She doesn’t want Vane to give in to her. He knew that. It’s why he did it.”
My cock twitches just thinking about Winnie and her pretty little mouth wrapped around me.
Fuck if she isn’t better than anyone I’ve had. Maybe it’s because she was forbidden until tonight. Maybe it’s something else entirely.
“We should have been watching her tonight.”
“If we had, dear brother, Pan wouldn’t have lost his shit, and if he didn’t lose his shit, he wouldn’t have fucked her trying to teach her a lesson, and if he didn’t fuck her—”
“Fine. Christ. I get it.”
A new knot appears in his hands. “I want to tie her up and do naughty things to her.”
Bash is better with ropes than I am, but I enjoy a girl in knots just as much as he does.
“Not tonight,” I tell him.
“No, I suppose she’s had enough for tonight.”
The shower shuts off. I can hear Winnie toweling off, can smell the heady scent of lavender in the soap Cherry bought for her.
We used her tonight. We are no strangers to using pussy for our own pleasure.