The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys #4)(35)

There’s a green velvet couch on the far wall, tucked beneath one of the platforms, two support posts on either side of it. More books are stacked into piles beneath two little windows. There’s a glass full of acorns and another full of rocks and seashells.

A desk is directly behind me with a wooden stool pulled away from it, as if Pan left it decades ago and never bothered to shove it beneath again. A feather quill sits in a crystal stand with a stoppered jar of ink beside it. A few sheets of parchment, the edges now curled.

“I like this room,” I tell Pan when he steps beside me.

He looks around. “It seems like another life.”

I go to the desk and sit on its edge, hoping the wood and the screws have held up over the years.

“Did you ever bring a girl up here?”

He comes over, nestling himself between my legs. “You’re the first.”

“How lucky I am.”

He tips my chin up to meet him and kisses me gently, our tongues meeting. My pussy throbs beneath his attention and the promise of what’s to come.

Another kiss and I moan into him. “Bash?” he says. “You got that rope ready?”

His soft chuckle sounds behind Pan. “You know I do.”

Pan kisses me again, his nimble fingers going to the buttons on the back of my dress. I feel each one pop open, cool air ghosting over my spine.

When the dress is undone, Pan takes my hand and pulls me off the edge of the desk, and the dress, now with no buttons and no illusion holding it in place, slips right off of me.

The boys cannot look away.

“Fuck, Darling,” Bash says, a coiled length of rope hanging from his hand. “I have never been as happy as I am in this moment. You are fucking divine.”

Hands on my hips from behind, Pan walks me over to the couch. “On your knees on the cushions,” he orders. “Facing the back.”

I do as he asks and it takes Bash no time at all to have ropes around my wrists, the ends tied to the support posts that hold up the upper platforms.

Someone, Kas I think, comes up behind me and ties a scrap of fabric around my eyes, knotting it at the back of my head.

“Let’s play a game, Darling,” Pan says. “If you can guess whose hands, whose lips are on you, you get a reward. Guess wrong and you get a punishment.”

I swallow hard, the excitement threatening to spill out my throat in a reedy little moan.

“Okay,” I answer and adjust on the couch, the ropes creaking.

They are silent behind me now and I wait and wait.

The first touch of skin is at my shoulder, the barest caress that sends shivers down my spine. The touch travels across my shoulder blades then down my ribs, and I suck in a breath as the hand comes around, grazing over my nipple, then back again for a hard pinch that sends pleasure and pain shooting down my body.

His other hand comes to my ass, gently kneading the soft flesh, and I’m so wet that just the barest touch makes my pussy buzz with need.

“Kas,” I blurt out.

The hand goes to the back of my neck and shoves me down, forcing my ass out.

“Wrong,” Bash says and smacks my ass hard.

I yelp in surprise as the sting fades, leaving just an excited tingle at my core.

One of the others takes Bash’s place when he steps back and my mind is reeling, trying to listen to the footsteps, trying to pay attention to the heat and the breath. I think I have an advantage with Vane because the shadow can feel him, but either he or it fools me with the second caress, this one rougher at my neck, forcing me still, the ropes digging into my flesh.

A press of lips at my back makes me shudder. The kisses sink lower and lower down my back.

“Vane,” I guess, thinking the shadow is near.

Crack! Another smack on my ass and I clench up.

“Wrong,” Pan says.

I’m not sure if I’m winning or losing here.

I can sense another presence in front of me this time, at the back of the couch. He leans forward, his hand starting at my waist, trailing up, up my ribs, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast, then teasing over my nipple.

His mouth sinks to my other breast, his tongue circling my taut peak.

I hiss out, first from the cold, then the heat and the pleasure.

The ropes groan.

I don’t want to guess yet. I want to linger.

He bites at my nipple, as if to coax a guess from me and then his hand slides down the flat plane of my belly, stopping when he reaches the triangle of flesh between my legs.

He holds himself there and my body revolts. I try to get friction between us by shifting my hips, but he catches on quickly and snatches his hand away.

“Kas,” I guess again.

He leans over to my ear. “Well done, Darling.”

Kas comes around and I hear the floor creak as he sits down on it. He slides between my legs, hooks his hands around my thighs from behind. “Sit on my face, Darling, and let me give you your reward.”

I put my weight down. I don’t need to be told twice.

Kas’s mouth on my pussy is everything I’ve ever needed. He kisses at my clit, runs his tongue over me, moaning into me.

Suddenly, Pan is behind me. “How’s she taste, prince?”

“So fucking sweet,” he says and then flicks his tongue out, tasting me deeper.

“Don’t let her come yet,” Pan orders, his voice fading to the back of the room.