Far From Neverland

by River Hale

Everything is dark now. I don’t miss the sun—Neverland’s star. It left when Pan left, like it simply died out.

When I open my eyes again, I immediately see how hard I am. How hard I am for him.

“I guess this is what growing up does to a person.”

His heat consumes me; his gravity pulls at me, ruining me. My star.

I crouch down to his level, brush my thumb along his lips where cum and saliva still glisten. I push my thumb into his mouth, and he sucks that dry too. “Good boy,” I whisper, grinning when he shivers. I love that he loves my praise.

Little Star.

He stares down at the mark he gave me and bites his lip, then lowers his face until there’s only a whisper between us. His hair is soft against my cheek. “Break for me, Pan.”

“You’re so fucking perfect when you fall apart for me.”

The fate of Neverland is bigger than Peter Pan and Captain Hook.

There was the challenge, the adrenaline, the sword fighting.” “Ew. Gross.” My eyes widen, and I feel my face heat. “Actual sword fighting, Wendy!”

I bring my hand up, place it on the side of his face, holding him there, staring into his eyes. The green of them sparkles like stars in the night. I could get lost in them and then use them to find my way home. I think they’d probably guide me right back to him.

I don’t think, just act. I hit his sword away with my hook and close the distance between us. My hand is on the nape of his neck, pulling his face toward mine. And then my lips are on his.

Hook is kissing me. And fuck if it isn’t the best I’ve ever been kissed in my life. It’s crushing, consuming, captivating.

I could get used to both of us painting me up like this. Our collective masterpiece.

Fuck this goddamn cake!

“Don’t you dare hurt him.”

“That used to be all I ever wanted to do. Now…I’d rather cut off my other hand.”

I think he’s stitched that frayed thread connected to my black heart so thoroughly that it’s now a strong leash, and he could rip the organ out of me if that’s what he wanted.

Everything is rose-colored. There’s pure bliss in my brain. Rhapsody in my bones. Euphoria in my veins.

“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.

“Go ahead, Little Star.” His permission is all I need to come, totally untouched. My release spurts out onto my slick abdomen as I unravel. I’m an exploding star, a fucking supernova.

He brought my cold, dead heart back to life and now controls the leash around it, the one he somehow mended from tattered remains.

I place my hook beneath his chin until he opens his eyes to look at me. “Are you going to fuck yourself on my cock, Little Star?”

“Such a good boy,” I say as I move my hook down his neck to his chest, pressing the smooth, rounded part of it against him until he starts to raise himself. With my hand, I grip his hip. “Take your pleasure. Take whatever you want from me. It’s yours.” Those are words I’ve never spoken a day in my life, and I don’t plan on taking them back.

I’ve been alive for hundreds of years, seen multiple worlds, traveled the seas under all sorts of skies, but this…this right here is what I want to remember the most vividly. This is the moment I never want to forget.

“Mark me, Little Star.”

“You don’t fucking belong to Neverland. You belong to me.”

Once again, he steals my breath. The pirate. The scoundrel. The thief. My pirate. My scoundrel. My thief.

Neverland might have made him, but sometimes I think it made him just for me.

“Please. I need you inside me, Hook. I promise I’ll be good.” Then the soft, velvety head of his erection presses against my hole. “I know, Little Star,” Hook says breathlessly as he begins to push his cock inside me. “You’re always so fucking good for me.”