The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys #4)(20)

The blade stops scraping against the whetstone and Vane looks up from beneath a lock of his dark hair. “She still alive?”

I grunt. “Barely. Kas tried strangling her.”

“You did?” Darling asks him.

He’s at the bar, stoppering the rum and his back tenses at her question. He doesn’t like Darling seeing his dark side.

“She deserved it,” Vane says.

Darling frowns.

Kas comes over, two glasses nestled into the palm of one hand. His hair is tied up again in a messy twist at the back of his head. He gives me a glass and then sits across from me in one of the club chairs. “Tilly gave the fae throne to the lagoon as a sacrifice. She didn’t ask for our mother to be resurrected. But it’s what she got.”

Darling unfolds her legs and I can’t help but drag my eyes over her milky skin. Without thinking, I reach over, fingers on her bare thigh.

Immediately I feel better, if not exactly satiated.

I wish I was feeding her wet, ripe berries so I could watch the way her mouth parted for me, the way her eyes widened at the sweetness.

Why does everyone have to constantly be fighting on this island? Can we not just indulge in sweets and sex for longer than a day? For fuck’s sake.

The long, sharp claws of a wolf sound on the hardwood floor and a second later, Balder comes into the room, his dark fur still covered in snow.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I ask him.

His tongue hangs out, panting.

“Chasing tail?” I lift a suggestive brow.

He closes his mouth and sits back on his haunches, clearly having none of my bullshit.

Vane spits on the whetstone again and continues sharpening the knife. “A throne is a symbol of power, sure, and it has its worth, but it’s odd the lagoon would resurrect a dead fairy in exchange for it.”

“That’s what I thought,” I say. Darling nestles into my side, her head on my shoulder as Balder comes over and drops onto the floor in front of her. Darling hangs her foot so her toes can nestle into Balder’s thick ruff.

Everything happens with purpose.

We all look down at the wolf.

“Now you speak?” I say to him.

He blinks up at me, his head propped on his long, thick legs.

“So what is the purpose of bringing Tinker Bell back?” I ask him, but he is silent once again. “Bastard,” I mutter, so he grumbles deep in his throat. “I said what I said.”

Darling takes my hand into hers, drawing my attention away from the wolf. She peers up at me and bats her eyelashes. “Are there any leftovers?”

I reach over and part her lips with my thumb. “Maybe.”

“Could you heat some up for me before we go?”

I lean into her and plant a kiss on her puffy lips. “And what will you give me?”

She hitches her leg over me and settles onto my lap. My hands are on her waist, positioning her right against my cock. It’s already taking notice, twitching beneath the heat of her pussy.

Darling bends forward, her mouth at my ear. “I’ll let you tie me up later.”

“Excuse me. ‘Let me?’” I shake my head. “If I want to tie you up, Darling, I’ll tie you up and you’ll take it like a good girl.”

She smiles, rocks against my groin, and a heavy exhale escapes me before I can get control of myself.

“Fine. I’m holding you to that promise.” Hand on her throat, I drag her in again, my mouth to hers. She tastes divine. Her tongue darts out to meet mine and my cock is immediately rock hard. She moans, sinking forward so she can put more pressure on her center where her pussy is teasing the fuck out of me.

“Hey.” Vane snaps his fingers.

I blink over at him through a curtain of Darling’s damp hair. “What?”

“Make her something to eat. She’s starving.”

I turn my attention to Darling’s belly and hear it growl loudly between us. Fucker. I could have pretended not to hear it for at least another five minutes. Long enough to bury myself inside of her.

I lift her off of me and toss her aside. She scowls at Vane for interrupting her fun, but he ignores her. Instead he says to Kas, “Find her something to wear in Cherry’s closet. Something appropriate for the palace.”

“Why are you ordering us around?” I ask him. “Oh, shit. That’s right. You’re no longer just a Lost Boy.” I grin at him.

“Don’t fucking say it,” he warns.

“You’re a Daddy.”

“Christ.”

Kas buries a laugh and I am relieved the mood is lighter, even if by a fraction. “I don’t even know what this is about, but seeing Vane squirm is my favorite past time.”

“I’m not squirming.”

Darling laughs too and Vane cuts her with a look. “What?” she says. “I’m sorry. You do have that daddy energy, and one could argue I have daddy issues. Very big daddy issues.” She clamps her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from growing.

“Go on.” He gives her a push. “Kas, new rule: we don’t leave her side. Got it?”

Kas engulfs Darling in the wide span of his arms. “Got it.”

“Strip poker,” I yell at him as he steers Darling toward the stairs. “That’s where Daddy Vane was born. You missed it.”