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He has no regrets, he tells everyone, but he is full of lies. His nearest regret is sitting in the chair beside his bed… …begging him to be okay.
“Never let anyone dull your edges. The world will never be your blade. You must be your own.”
Winnie Darling is the queen of this house and the dark goddess of this island. I’m happy to relent. Except when we’re in bed. Then I’m in charge.
“Vane,” she says. “Fill me up.” “As if you tell me what to do.” “Vane,” she moans again and the magic between us throbs, and I feel her answering clench, her pussy tightening around my cock. I don’t come until she comes. That’s my rule. One I will never break.
There is no art, no magic, no poetry, no glory of nature more beautiful than Winnie fucking Darling coming on my cock.
She has me. Every part. Heart and soul and every dark urge. I am hers. And she is fucking mine
Peter Pan is a god, but when Winnie Darling scowls at him, he is reduced to a man.
Now that Win has the shadow, she has a claim to Neverland too. We all do. The twins, Kas and Bash, possess the Neverland Shadow of Life. We all, equally, have a claim.
But Peter Pan has been here the longest. Once Neverland’s king, he sometimes likes to pull rank. Win likes to remind him that the past is no longer. Now, she is queen to his king.
She may boss us around with impunity, but when it comes to the Crocodile, she will have no say. She thinks she knows us, she thinks she has peered into the darkness and taken its measure. But Roc and I, we are a darkness that cannot be tamed and I will do everything in my power to keep her away from it.
“You are not weak. You never were. Those were the lies they told you. Because a woman who sees her power is a woman who cannot be controlled.”
To live or to die? To love or be loved? To give a life for that love?
“Too many shifts and a day will come when I can no longer shift back.”
“If we’re to do this, the three of us, it must be explicitly clear that you both have me equally. I like to share. It’s my favorite thing in the world. I want the Captain’s cock in my mouth and my cock in your pussy and I want to hear you both moan as you come for me.”
“Firecracker,” he says and scoops the cat into his arms. “I wondered where you ran off to.” He scratches the cat beneath the chin and the cat’s eyes slip closed, nuzzling into his touch.
“You’re holding them at arm’s length just like you did me. I know what you’re doing. You don’t have to try to find words to explain it because I already know you’re going to downplay it. You want to be happy again? Grab them by the shirt and embrace them. And don’t ever let go.”
“Solace. You fight him at every turn.” “Because I like it when he gets bratty. What are you getting at?” I repeat.
“I am moved by very little, Wendy Darling.” I sink to her jawline, kissing down her neck. “I wouldn’t have crossed an ocean to find you if you were nothing more than a game.”
Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship. We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.
The kitten meows, then charges in ahead of me, leaping onto the bed. “There’s my little firecracker,” Roc whispers, cooing at the beast. It clumsily makes its way up Roc’s thighs, then finds a nest between Roc and Wendy, curling into them.
“I haven’t told anyone that plan. I’ve been afraid they’d tell me I’m crazy. Violent. Mad.” I lean over. “Let me tell you a secret: we’re all mad.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “I suppose you’re right, Madd brother.” “So you do know more than you’ve let on.” “Of course.”
When I make a promise, I don’t break it. But this one might be hard to swallow if it ever comes to paying it.
Firecracker is nestled in one of the deep pockets of the Captain’s coat, his paws curled over the edge. Honestly it didn’t take much coaxing for the Captain to take in our kitten. He’s already falling for the little beast.
Roc is many things: man and monster and dark, tempting myth. Perhaps in my desire to know him for who he really is, I fooled myself into believing he could be known. Can any of us be known? Truly for who we are?
“It doesn’t have to be anything, friend. Just let it be what it is.”
“There’s this saying in my world—our world—fake it till you make it. I’m mostly just faking it.”
“It was mostly self-serving. I wanted the opportunity to rip it from your body sometime in the near future.” He winks at me. A blush burns through my cheeks. “And that, Your Majesty, is exactly why I bought that dress. Impropriety makes you flush and I find it fucking hot. I will have you begging for depravity before long.”
Firecracker jumps in my lap and turns a circle, then kneads at my thigh. The little devil digs his claws into my flesh, but the pain helps drive away some of the fuzziness still permeating my awareness.
Such A good Kitty
Winnie takes my hand in hers, fingers threaded together. The shadow sighs with contentment. When we are apart, it riots. When we are together, it calms. When we are skin on skin, it settles into our hollows like a tide filling up a million tiny pools. I almost sigh with it.
“You Maddred brothers like strong women.”
Winnie comes up beside me. “I’m here,” she whispers. “I know.” “I love you.” “I love you too.” “Now let’s go kill some witches, and then afterward, I’ll shove you down in my bed and have my way with you.” When I look over at her, she’s beaming at me and I huff out a laugh.
“Was it not the Maddred family who tore through Wonderland? Destroyed the Heart Court?” She ducks down in front of me. “Yes, I know what you are. Jabberwocky
I barely think about it now. Jabberwocky. We are mentioned in some of the stories, some of Wonderland’s world leaking over into the Seven Isles. But no one this side of the glass would know how to identify one. So we’ve stayed hidden in plain sight. Hidden behind titles, wealth, and secret societies.
“Let’s see,” the Myth goes on. “Ruined Wonderland. Then settled in Darkland. Was it also not you who stole the Darkland Shadow and then destroyed the Darkland court?”
“You’re wrong,” James argues. “Do you remember, Crocodile? ‘Just six words.’” Roc inhales. “But I don’t need six. I just need three.”
It’s startling how everything can change, and yet the imprint of the old remains.
