But then he bumps into the coffee table, spins us at the last second so when we land on the floor, it’s he on his back and me impaled on his cock.
And then we look up to find Vane in one of the leather chairs, a book open in his lap, a glass of something dark in his hand.
I wiggle my hips like I mean to lift off Pan, but he catches me around the waist and keeps me on his cock. “Ah-ah,” he warns.
Vane’s eyes are suddenly black.
“Enjoying yourself, are you, Darling?” Vane asks, but there’s a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
“I would be enjoying myself more if you joined us.”
Pan lifts me just a few inches off of him, then pushes me roughly back down eliciting a squeak from my throat.
Vane sits forward. “Why weren’t you in the tomb?”
“Vane,” Pan says, the head of his dick swelling at my center. “I’m buried inside our Darling. Must we do this now?”
“Answer the question, Winnie Darling,” Vane says.
“I can’t remember,” I say.
Vane stands up, grabs me by the throat and rips me off of Pan. Pan growls his frustration.
“Why did you disregard my order?” Vane’s shadow rumbles in the back of his throat.
I wrap my hand around his wrist trying to get some leverage on him. I’m on my tiptoes and completely naked. I don’t have much to play with here.
When Vane’s dark eyes land on me, I tense up, ready for the terror, the unease, the nausea rolling in my gut.
But there is none.
And Vane’s gaze narrows to slits. “Are you bleeding?” he asks and looks me up and down.
“No.”
“Then how are you withstanding the terror?”
“Maybe she’s learned to ignore your bullshit,” Pan says behind me.
“No one learns to withstand me.”
Pan puts his chest to my back and slowly pulls me away from Vane and replaces Vane’s hand with his, his long fingers halfway around my throat.
“Just look at her for me,” Pan says, his other hand kneading at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
I hiss out and squeeze my thighs together as the pain sinks to pleasure in my clit.
“Look at our Darling whore, naked and ready for us.” He leaves my breast and slides his hand down my stomach, over my clit, tightening his grip on my throat when I buck beneath him. When his fingers slide down my wetness, we can all hear the proof of my arousal.
“This wet cunt is begging to be fucked.”
Vane’s nostrils flare and he edges closer. His eyes are still black, but there’s new interest in his body. I can see the hard ridge of him in his pants.
“Shove your cock inside of her,” Pan goes on, dragging the tip of his nose up the side of my neck so his next words are a warm breath on the sensitive flesh of my ear. “And when she’s screaming your name, I’ll shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up.”
Dark desire swirls in my gut. My clit is needy and swollen now, but Pan has flattened his palm over me, caging me against him.
“Let’s use her, Vane. You and me.”
God I want that.
I want to be surrounded by their violence and their sin.
My inner walls clench at the thought and I get up on tip toes just to steal any bit of movement I can against Pan’s hand on my pussy.
“Naughty Darling girl,” he whispers in my ear and I am suddenly mindless beneath his command.
“Please, Pan,” I say, eyes slipping closed.
“Please what, Darling?”
“I…I want…”
He sinks two fingers inside of me and then uses his thumb to tease my clit.
I moan, leaning into him.
When he brings his wet fingers up to my mouth and roughly coats me with my own juices, Vane’s hair goes white.
“What do you say, Dark One?” Pan asks. “Let’s treat our slut the way she should be treated.”
Vane strips in seconds and then he’s ripping me away from Pan a second later.
He whirls me around, winds an arm around my waist, and then sits us down together in one of the leather chairs so we’re both facing Pan.
There is a dark hunger on Peter Pan’s face as Vane hooks my legs over his knees and spreads me wide for Pan just as he shoves his thick cock inside of me.
5
PETER PAN
Watching Darling get fucked is my new favorite thing.
Her mouth pops open as Vane shoves inside of her and fills her up, his balls sitting snuggly against her pussy.
Fuck is she a delight.
My shadow uncurls and pulses at my sternum and I am flush with power. The feeling that I can take what I want and do what I want and nothing can touch me is consuming.