Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys, #3)

by Nikki St. Crowe

I am pissed at my brother, yes. He chose Peter Pan over me. But would I betray him to the royal family? Never. Never in a hundred years.

Peter Pan, the infamous Never King, has been transformed by a Darling girl, a Dark One, and two fae princes.

It was always meant to be Vane. We will all have her, but Vane might get a part of her that the rest of us can never see.

And yet we still hunger for permanence and substance, something solid beneath our feet that we can call our own. Something we can belong to. The word love comes to mind. To love and be loved. To cling to something, not because you are afraid, but because you are happy.

“I’ve missed the light and I’ve missed the warmth, but both pale in comparison to you, Darling.”

“In the light, I will treat you like a queen, but in the dark, you will be my whore.”

“Shove your cock inside of her,” Pan goes on, dragging the tip of his nose up the side of my neck so his next words are a warm breath on the sensitive flesh of my ear. “And when she’s screaming your name, I’ll shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up.”

Women fascinate me. They are almost always underestimated, which makes them potentially some of the most lethal opponents.

The pleasure is rising, rising. I pant out a breath, squeeze my eyes shut as Pan and Vane stretch me around their cocks. “Go on, Win,” Vane says with a rumble that reverberates through his chest. “Soak our cocks.”