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“Be a good girl,” he tells me, “and do as I say.”
“We are four very hungry men. Do you really think you’re capable of keeping up with our appetites?”
I think he and I both know he could drive into me at any point, but the game is the game. And I intend to win. The Never King is mine. And I’m going to make him admit it.
Pan is relentless and my pussy takes the pounding. I will take and take because there will always be power in it. And I want to be powerful among these powerful men.
“Please, Darling,” I add. “Let me take care of you.”
Perhaps that’s why, when she’s in my arms, I feel like I’ve come home. I will never tell her that. I will not tell a soul. I don’t have weaknesses and certainly not pretty little Darling girls.
“Ask me nicely.” A rumble starts in my chest. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag her ear to my mouth. “Come to bed with me, my little Darling whore, so I can shove my cock in your wet cunt and make you beg for mercy.”
She laughs on a breath. “I’m full of Peter Pan’s cum.” “Mmm. Just the way I like you.” And I do. I fucking do. I want her pumped full of my cum every fucking day. The sun creeps closer to the horizon, but I’m suddenly in no rush.
“Did you like being used tonight, Darling?” I pant out my response. “Yes. Maybe more than I should.” “I want you to be our good girl and take our cocks whenever we’d like.” My clit throbs beneath his words. “I can do that.” “Can you?” “Yes.” “I want you always full of our cum like a good little whore. Do you understand, Darling?” I whimper as his hand tightens around my throat. “Yes.” “That’s my good girl.”
“The same is said for our hair. It is a physical manifestation of our memories and our experiences. We touch our hair with our fingers and we will remember who we are.”
Pan said he’s unsure of where he came from, but sometimes I wonder if he’s an ancient god because I want to worship him.
Pan smiles at me, knowing what I’m doing. “Careful, Darling,” he purrs. “Of course, my king. I’ll be a good girl. Just for you.”
I am a flower trapped in a slant of shade, desperate for his light.
I will not deny my Darling girl. And as I slam into her, as she clenches around me as we fuck her together, hard and fast and relentless, I realize one terrifying truth—I will pick her over Tilly and the fae court. I will pick Darling over my own wings because with her I am already flying. She is mine and I am hers.
“I chose those things. I choose all of you. Even you, Vane. So stop treating me like a fragile toy. I’m not. I’m a china cup that has been broken so many times that I’m never sure if I’m a cup or just separate pieces held together by glue and sheer determination, molded into a cup-like shape. I know how to crack and I know how to mend. At least with you all, I know I will never mend alone.”
“I don’t hate you,” he admits and levels me with his violet eye. “I dislike the way you make me feel.”
His gaze drops to my lips as my tongue darts out. “Reckless.” He drags me closer and our legs tangle and a thrill slips down my spine. “Dangerous,” he adds and frowns at the bruises still marring my throat.
“I don’t want to protect you,” he says, his voice rumbling, “I want to fuck you until you tremble beneath me.”
“So why don’t you?” I ask. “Because those bruises on your neck would be the least of your worries.” “I don’t care.” “You’d get no safe word from me.” “Fine. I understand.” “No, you fucking don’t.”
And it suddenly clicks, the real secret to unraveling Vane. I was wrong about him, but so was Peter Pan. It’s not that I have to try harder or try less. It’s that I have to be exactly who I am. Every ugly, broken part. I have to be vulnerable and maybe that terrifies me most of all. Show him all of my cracks and let him make his own on my skin. I have endured. I can endure him if it’s the only way I can have him.
“I will split this wet cunt in two,” he says. “You’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Don’t deny me ever again.” “Needy little Darling.” “Fucking right, I am.”
“Fucking hell, Darling.” He puts his hand at the small of my back and gives me another push like he’s aghast at this idea. “Get back to the house. Before I give you exactly what you want.”
“I am here and I am real and I’m not going anywhere.”
He nods and then turns away. And then— He races back to me, grabs me by the jaw, and kisses me roughly. A contented sigh escapes him and then he’s kissing me again and we slam against the nearest wall.
