Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys #3)(34)

“Vane,” Pan says again, “we need to talk.”

“Not now,” Vane says. “Now we teach our Darling a lesson.”

“Which is what?” Pan asks.

“Yes, please enlighten us, Dark One. You tell her to run, you chase her. And what? We get left high and dry?”

“I have to agree with my brother,” Kas says beside me. “Chasing is your game.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Vane says. He stabs the cigarette into an ashtray. “Whoever finds her first gets to pick a hole.”

“Well shit. You don’t have to tell me twice.” I’m already up and heading for the door. I’m not as fast as Vane is, but I’ve got tracking skills he doesn’t.

Pan grumbles. Something has been agitating him since he came up from his tomb, but whatever it is, probably it can wait. I mean, if there’s a Darling pussy to fuck, I’m fucking it.

Kas and I hit the cool outdoors together. “Bet I can find her first,” he says.

“Fuck you. I’m finding her first.”

He laughs as he hurries down the steps.

Above us, Pan and Vane fly through the air.

“That’s cheating!” I yell to them.

“It’s harder to spot tracks from the air,” Kas reminds me.

“True. Which way you think she went?” We’re at the edge of the yard now. We know our Darling girl. She probably went toward the lagoon. It’s her favorite spot on the island.

But…she’s not stupid. She probably knows we’d think to go there first.

I turn and look toward the opposite end of the island where the moonlight glows against the water of Silver Cove.

If she is a clever Darling girl…

“I say we go south.”

“Worth the gamble,” Kas says.

I whack him on the chest and he grunts.

“Last one there is a loser!” I yell.





Thirty yards from the treehouse, I know we made the right choice. There’s a fresh break in an oak branch that hangs over the foot path leading from the house to the cove. And it’s just about at the height of a Darling girl.

I put my finger over my mouth to silence my twin. He gives me a nod.

We haven’t hunted like this in ages. Before we were kicked out of the palace and the court, we’d hunt the northwest side of the fae territory several times a week. Mostly it was deer to fill the smokers, sometimes grouse or duck.

It doesn’t take my body or my mind much effort to go into hunter mode.

We hear a crack to our right and Kas and I share a look.

We got her now, he says.

Fucking right we do.

I hold up my fingers and count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

We dart forward, separating to funnel her in.

Another crack.

The loud sound of her breathing.

I snatch her first, catching her by the arm and whirling her around. She lets out an umph when I bring her against my chest.

“You got me,” she says sweetly.

“The Dark One promised the winner whichever hole he wanted.”

“He makes the rules, does he?”

Her voice is different, huskier. I don’t hate it.

“I’ll let him make this one. I will happily claim a hole, Darling.”

Kas comes around an oak tree. He’s taken his shirt off and torn a length of fabric from it creating a crude blindfold.

He ties it around her eyes.

“Let it be a surprise,” my twin says.

“Maybe this one.” I pull at Darling’s puffy bottom lip and an excited breath escapes her.

Kas goes behind her and hikes up her dress. “Maybe this one.” He gives her bare ass a smack and she yelps, pushing into me where I’m already so hard I could break.

I slide my hand up her thigh and gently graze her pussy. “Or maybe this one.” She’s dripping fucking wet. Goddamn.

I eye my twin over her shoulder. Technically I won, but I suppose I’m fine with sharing the spoils.

You wanna take her at the same time? I ask my twin.

Stupid question.

I get her mouth, I tell him.

Fine by me.

“On your knees, Darling,” I order her and she quickly obeys, falling to the forest floor. There are a lot of exposed, knotted roots in this part of the Neverland woods, so I conjure a soft carpet of moss beneath us and Darling immediately sighs with relief.

I go to the nearest oak tree and sit in a seat among the thick roots. “Get over here, Darling whore.”

Blindfold still on, she stays on her hands and knees and crawls to me. I take my cock in the hollow of my fist and give it several pumps as she makes her way to me. My gaze is locked on her mouth, her wet lips and just thinking about burying myself into her throat has my dick swelling in my hand.

When she reaches me, she uses my outstretched legs to guide herself into position. She smells divine, hot and aroused, like a good little slut.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her and she drops her jaw. “That’s a good girl.”

I grip her by a length of her hair and drive her down on me.

As soon as the heat of her mouth is wrapped around me, my eyes slip closed and my hips buck. She drags her tongue up the underside of my shaft, then swirls it around the head, exploring the ridge.