He fucks my mouth with another thrust, then another, and then he bursts down my throat.
I writhe on Pan’s mouth as he sucks on my clit, driving the orgasm so high, I feel like I’m flying.
Vane pauses. Inhales sharply. Then spills another load on the back of my tongue.
Pan locks his arms around my thighs forcing me to stay still until he’s wrenched every last ounce of pleasure from me.
“Fucking hell,” Vane says on a breath. His chest is heaving and his abs are contracted, deepening the lines between each hard ridge of muscle.
There is just the barest sheen of sweat on his body and it’s so fucking hot, seeing the Dark One a little disheveled and overwhelmed by me.
Hand in my hair, he slides me off of him, then paints my lips with another bead of cum. “Look at me,” he orders.
He drags his thumb over the cum, then pushes back into my mouth. “Clean the rest off.”
When I do, he exhales in a satisfied rush, black eyes glittering.
“Our good little Darling whore,” Pan says after he slides out from beneath me. “Belly full of our cum.” He wraps his arm around me, his hand just above my belly button. “Just the way we like you.” Leaning over me, he plants a gentle kiss on the curve of my throat and I can’t help but laugh, both at the hard and softness of these men, and the tickling breath of Pan’s affection on my hot skin.
There is a flare of warmth in my chest now, and it’s not from being fucked the way I like.
It’s something else.
Something deeper.
These men are mine and I am theirs and—
My stomach churns. I clamp my hand over my mouth.
“Win?” Vane’s brow sinks in concern. “What is it?”
Pan comes around to stand beside him. “Darling?”
“I don’t…I feel a little light—”
“Goddammit,” Vane says and scowls at Pan. “We overdid it. I told you we needed to be careful and—”
“She’s fine,” Pan says. “She just needs some food. Bash!”
“Wait,” I say as the loft spins a little and I reach out for one of them.
Vane is there in an instant.
“Does anything hurt?” he asks.
I’m about to tell him no, it’s just a little nausea when a searing pain shoots across my forehead.
I groan and sink into Vane’s arms.
“Something is wrong,” he says on a growl.
“I can fucking see that,” Pan says back.
“Just…I…can…”
“Maybe she needs air,” Vane suggests. “Let’s take her—”
Everything gets blurry. The boys are nothing but smudged shadows and there’s a ringing in my head that wasn’t there before.
“I think I’m going to—”
Everything gets blurry. The boys are nothing but smudged shadows and there’s a ringing in my head that wasn’t there before and a whispering in the far dark recesses of my mind.
Let me in.
Let me in.
“I think I’m going to—”
And then everything goes dark.
7
PETER PAN
Darling slumps and Vane scoops her up easily, cradling her against his chest.
I nudge her beneath the chin and call her name, but she’s out cold.
“Something is wrong,” Vane tells me, his eyes black and his voice rumbling.
“I can fucking see that.”
“Where the fuck is Cherry? Something happened while we were at Hook’s.”
“Give her to me.”
Vane’s scowl deepens. “Fuck off.” He turns his body, holding Darling away from me.
“Now you’re being a possessive prick? Not that long ago, you were telling her to fuck off.”
He frowns at me. “Is a man not allowed to change his mind?”
The twins’ laughter wends into the loft as they enter in through the kitchen. They’re telling a story about their grandmother and her cloudberry syrup recipe.
“Boys,” I call.
They come into the loft and look between all three of us still standing there naked.
Bash’s mouth drops open. “You had a fuck party and didn’t wait for us to come home?”
Kas comes to Darling still draped over Vane’s arms and pushes the damp hair from her eyes. “What’s wrong with her?”
“We don’t know,” Vane says. “She just passed out.”
“Get her to the couch,” Kas orders.
We don’t typically follow the orders of banished princes, but Kas knows a thing or two about mortal ailments that he learned from his grandmother.