The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys #4)(32)

“Keep touching me,” she says.

I swallow.

“Whatever Tinker Bell told you, we’ll figure it out,” she says.

I tilt my head toward her, pressing my fingers into her flesh. “I don’t think we’ll figure this one out, Darling.”

She pulls my hand closer to her center. “You’re the mighty Peter Pan. Of course you will.”

I had a mother.

And she abandoned me.

Maybe I was never supposed to have the shadow. Maybe there was always someone better.

Darling lifts her skirt higher, bringing my hand to the seam of her panties. She leans over. “Let Vane watch for once.”

I glance at him across the table. He’s got his back pressed into the chair, his body slouched a little, his eyes on us. He gives me the barest of nods.

As if I need his permission.

I slip in around Darling’s panties and graze the heat of her pussy. She exhales loudly, her eyes going heavy.

If there is nothing else, there is this. At least I can lose myself here, now, before I lose everything else.

Darling reaches beneath the table, placing her tiny hand on my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh as I tease her, circling her pussy, never quite touching it.

She readjusts in her chair, spreading her legs wider for me as she inches toward the growing bulge between my legs.

If I just focus on her, I can forget everything else. I can even ignore how dangerous it is to be drunk in the fae palace, teasing my Darling girl.

Heat builds between Darling’s thighs and when I finally give in, slipping my finger down her slit, I’m not surprised to find her soaking wet.

I lean over, mouth at the curve of her ear. “Is this Vane’s cum leaking out of you, Darling?”

She licks her lips. “Yes.”

If I focus on her and her words and her heat and the electric feel of her pleasure dancing along my skin, maybe I can forget that everything is crumbling around me.

I pull my hand out from Darling’s panties, out from beneath the table, and brush her bottom lip with her wetness.

“Taste it,” I order her.

Her tongue slides over the rise of her lip, cleaning up the mess.

“Full of Lost Boy cum, as always.”

Her gaze is fiery, and I sense her shadow writhing beneath the surface.

Vane sits forward. “We should go.”

“Yes,” Darling says.

“We haven’t seen the twins yet,” I remind them.

Vane tips his head to the left, his eyes still on me.

I follow the direction of his gesture and find the twins slipping through the crowd, making their way to us. Their faces look as grim as I feel.

When they reach our table, Kas puts his hands on the edge and hunches over. “We didn’t find anything.”

No wings. No vessels. I’m beginning to think Tink invited us here just to gut me with secrets. She wanted to witness the carnage with her own two eyes.

“Not an entirely wasted trip, though,” Bash says and holds up an amber bottle.

Darling lights up, a little excited. “What is it?”

“Fairy lube,” Bash answers. “Unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.” Of course, Bash can find a positive spin on anything. No wings? Lube will do.

Sometimes I wish I had his optimism, or his unflinching ability to pretend.

“Perfect timing,” I tell him. “We were just discussing taking Darling home so we could fuck her until she makes us forget that—”

Until she makes me forget that everything I thought I knew is a lie.

Darling and Vane both look at me with searching gazes. They are connected to each other through their shared shadow, but they are connected to me too, on a quieter, lower frequency. But connected just the same.

I grin, to hide as much as I can. “—forget that it’s snowing,” I finish. “Let us warm ourselves in the heat of Darling’s pussy.”

Bash comes over to Darling’s side and pulls her hair free of its complicated knot. It spills down her back until Bash winds it around his knuckles and forces her head back, exposing the milky column of her throat to him. He wraps his other hand around her throat, just at the base of her jawline.

“Darling, did you ever in your wildest dreams imagine you’d get fucked by four men at once?”

Her answer is breathy but excited. “It was on my bucket list.”

Bash bursts out laughing and lets her go, offering a gentlemanly hand instead. “Then let us not delay your list of buckets. Whatever that means.”

She takes his hand, rises from the chair, and straightens out her rumpled skirt.





The twins lead us from the dining hall, through the palace, and out into the snowy night. It’s Vane who takes off his jacket this time to offer it to Darling, draping it over her shoulders. She drowns in it.

The light and the noise of the party fades away as we head back home.

My shoulders relax the further we get into the darkness.

Vane is brooding beside me, with Darling up ahead between the twins.

I let him stew in the silence between us for several beats, trying to make sense of what he may ask and how I may answer.

When we cross the next bend of the Mysterious River and officially enter my territory, I can take it no more.

“Go on then,” I tell him.