The Never King (Vicious Lost Boys #1)(29)

He takes a length of my hair, wraps it around his fist and guides my mouth over his length.

He fills me up as Bash starts pumping into me.

My heart races in my ears and thuds heavily in my chest.

Kas fucks my mouth roughly, hitting the back of my throat. I gasp, choking on him, and Bash tightens his grip on my hips. “Take it all, Darling. Be a good girl.”

Holy shit.

Fuck, this is hot.

Tears fill my eyes as the twins fill me up, fucking me in both holes, relentlessly, mercilessly.

And as they do, I catch sight of Peter Pan in the shadows, watching me get fucked with a look on his face that I think is satisfaction.

And out of all of it tonight, that is what makes me feel most powerful.

I am so fucking alive.

Bash thrusts harder, faster. Kas pumps into my mouth, groaning deep in his chest.

“You ready to fill her up, brother?” Bash says.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Kas says.

And in some kind of fucked up twin synchronicity, they both come at the same time.

Kas spills down my throat and his cum beads sweetly on my tongue just as Bash slams into me from behind with a low grunt.

I lock eyes with Peter Pan.

His gaze is glinting, his lips wet.

I didn’t come again, but it almost feels like I did because my nerves are blinking and my belly alighting.

The boys pull out of me and I stay bent over the table breathing heavily through the tingling aftershocks.

“No one else touches her,” Pan says. “Do you understand me?”

Bash is still breathing heavily. “Got it.”

Vane’s footsteps come around the table. A shiver creeps down my spine as I sense him taking up the space behind me.

Is he going to fuck me too?

Fill me with terror and cum?

Do I want that?

Somehow Vane giving in to me might be more of a victory than Pan giving in.

Vane yanks me upright, turns me around. My ass presses against the edge of the table, digging into my flesh.

There is no hint of emotion on Vane’s cruelly gorgeous face and it’s impossible to read his thoughts in those mismatched eyes.

“Open up, Darling,” he orders.

I don’t know where this is going, but no one is stepping in and curiosity gets the better of me.

I part my lips. Vane gets in close and spits in my mouth.

“That’s all you’ll get from me.”

I spit it out, dragging my hand over my mouth. “You asshole!” I pummel him with a fist. But hitting him is like hitting a mountain.

Futile. Stupid.

It’s Pan that stops me.

“Vane,” he says in a low, rumbling warning. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Why?” he asks. “When I’m so good at it?”

I scowl at him. He smiles at me, all gleaming teeth.

He got the better of me and I’m burning with the need for revenge.

Out of all the things the boys did to me tonight, it’s Vane that managed to get beneath my skin.

Asshole.

“Go on,” Pan tells him.

Vane cuts me with one last look before turning and walking away.

“Darling,” Pan says and I finally look up at him.

“Don’t ever provoke me again.”

There’s still blood on his hand and it finally registers that he killed someone, then fucked me.

What is happening?

And why the hell do I feel so fucking amazing right now?

Is this part of the madness? Driving me to new heights of pleasure and debauchery?

But no…

They don’t fuck Darlings.

Or at least, they didn’t before me.

“Sleep with the twins tonight,” Pan orders. “Don’t let her out of your sight again,” he adds.

“Come on.” Kas offers me his hand. “How about a shower?”

I look over my shoulder at Peter Pan. His pants are still unbuttoned, but his cock is tucked away. He’s disheveled and wild, the myth from the mythical island.

Not boy, not man.

A king.

I don’t know where I expected this night to go, but it wasn’t here.

I am no longer lost.

I think I might have finally been found.





18





KAS


We take the Darling to her room so she can shower. As the water runs, Bash climbs onto her bed and lies back against the pillows. He flicks his wrist and the ceiling turns to twilight and a shooting star shimmers through the night.

There is a reason we both tend to favor the same illusion. It reminds us of the twilight room at the fae palace.

Some days it hurts just thinking about home.

I drop into the wingback and prop my feet on the windowsill. It’s silent on the patio where a dead Lost Boy lays. Someone needs to clean up that mess and it isn’t going to be me.

“Why do you think Pan gave in tonight?” I ask.

Bash pulls a length of rope from his pocket and starts tying knots. “I don’t know. But I’m glad he did.”

The ocean breeze turns crisp as the night grows old. It steals in and dries the sweat still clinging to the back of my neck.

“You think Vane will ever give in to her?”

Bash snorts and pulls each end of the rope taut, creating a clover-like knot. “Spitting in her mouth was a favor. She doesn’t want Vane to give in to her. He knew that. It’s why he did it.”