Far From Neverland

by River Hale

“It was s-so dark. And c-cold. I was all alone. I was s-so empty. Alone.” “You’re not alone now.” Placing my hand on the back of his head, I run my fingers through his damp hair.

“It f-felt like forever. An eternity. It was n-never going to end.” “It did end,” I insist strongly. “I promise you it did. You’re not alone. I’m here, Little Star.”

I’m not sure I want to go back to being enemies with Peter Pan.

“I was going to be gentle on you,”

“That was my plan after what happened last night. But you don’t want gentle, do you, Little Star?” I shake my head.

can’t get enough of you. You’re my new fucking addiction. Now I want all of you.”

The look in his icy eyes hits peak intensity as he pushes against the rim. “You’re going to take what I give you, come when I tell you, scream if you need to.” I nearly come from his words alone.

Squeezing my throat a little tighter, he leans over me and brushes his lips against mine. It’s almost too tender. “You should know that I don’t give a fuck what Neverland wants,” he whispers against my lips. “I don’t give a fuck what you think you’re capable or incapable of. All that matters is that you’re mine.”

“Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect,” he growls against my lips. “Like fucking mine.”

If Death were to decide it wanted to take my immortal life right now, I would sell my soul for one more minute of this. I’d go to hell for just a few more seconds of heaven.

I shut my eyes tight, suddenly scared again as I realize how badly I want him. Not just in this way. But how badly I want to keep him.

“Take your pleasure. Take whatever you want from me. It’s yours.”

“You’re too big. It hurts.”

“Peter.” I brush my hook against his cheek comfortingly until he opens his eyes. “You can take me, Little Star. You were made for me as much as you were for Neverland. Let me prove it to you.”

“Fuck, Hook. Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” “I told you you were made for me.”

“That’s it, Peter. Take it. Take it all. I’m yours.” He starts moving faster, and I grab his length in my fist.

“Mark me, Little Star.”

“You need help, old man?” His eyes snap to mine, darkening further as his expression turns into a scowl. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Another game, Little Star?” his rough voice whispers in my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. “Do you like it when I chase you?” I whimper, only able to nod. He presses his body harder against mine. I feel his soft cock twitch against my arse. “Careful, Peter. I may just fuck you again, right now against this wall. I’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”

“Just because I called you old?” “No. Because you’d love it.”

I could handle Peter running from his shadow. But, fuck…I couldn’t handle him running from me.

“We should probably take care of my shadow first,” he says in between moans. “I’d rather take care of you first.” He opens his mouth, but his protest dies on my lips.

It’s as though I can’t remember a time that existed before I belonged to him and he belonged to me. It may not have been that long, but when you live as long as I have, as long as we have, time doesn’t exactly work in a standard manner.

“Starkey, right?” Peter smirks at my first mate. It’s familiar. Dazzling. Cocky, with all his boyish charm. Peter Pan is back in his element. “It’s been a while,” he continues with a nod even while Starkey remains shellshocked. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, mate, but Captain Hook will no longer be requiring your…services.”

love you, James Hook.” Neverland owes me, goddamnit. It fucking owes me. I saved it from being razed by the darkness that it created. It can’t take Hook from me.

“I love you.” And again. “I love you.” Now that I know, I may never stop. “I love you, James Hook.”

“You’re alive,”

“I am,” he says, like he has to confirm it for us both.

“And I love you too, P...

“Don’t you dare ever try to leave me again, James Hook.”

He pulls my face to his, brushes his lips against mine. “Never, Little Star.” Then he kisses me.

He kisses the length of the scar on my chest, and I don’t think it’s because he’s sorry. I think it’s because he loves that he marked me.

I honestly don’t mind. I’ll bear whatever markings he wants to give me.

This man, this ruthless, ravishing man, does things to my mind, body, and soul that no one else ever has. Ever will.

don’t want to come yet,” I practically mourn. “I never want this to end.” Hook kisses below my ear, then whispers between pants, “We have forever, Little Star.”

But there’s something in his eyes there I don’t like. Fear, uncertainty.

“I love you, James Hook. You. The man. The pirate. Everything you are.”