The Fae Princes (Vicious Lost Boys Book 4)
The Fae Princes: Chapter 20

Kas is immediately by my side when I stumble into the secret room. There is more light here than I expected, but not knowing what I’m walking into makes me hesitate.

The stone stairs end on a wood floor and I gaze up at the ceiling, immediately swaying from the shock of what I see.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out. The entire ceiling is a dome of glass with a honeycomb of iron between panes.

The sky is still shrouded by cloud cover and I’m disappointed not to see the ceiling breakaway to twilight sky.

It must be amazing when the night is clear.

Lanterns are lit around the room and Kas clears away the dust and debris in a fireplace made of patched stones, cemented into place with gray mud.

I turn a circle, trying to take it all in. The room is more than a bedroom. There are stairs that follow the curve of one wall that stop at a platform where another giant window curves out like a bubble. From there, a short rope bridge goes to another platform where several pillows line the floor with a telescope set in front of them.

Another set of stairs go up to a nook lined with bookshelves, the shelves full of leather-bound volumes. And then lastly, one more set of stairs go up to a massive circular platform, with a spindled railing.

That platform is so high up I can’t see what’s on it, but it’s closest to the domed ceiling, half beneath it, and I wonder if it’s where the bed is.

“Light a fire,” Pan orders as he wraps his arms around me, drawing me into his heat.

Kas is already on it, crouched in front of the fireplace stacking up kindling and wood from the box beside the hearth. Vane hands him his lighter and within just a few minutes, the fire is crackling.

I turn a circle on the threadbare rug on the floor, hungry for more details of Peter Pan’s life.

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.

I pant out a needy breath as Kas fucks me with his tongue, a slow taste of my wetness.

Oh god. I’m never going to make it through all of them.

The floor creaks again as one of the others approaches. His hand wraps around my throat from behind, forcing my chin up. His teeth graze my pulse point, then nip at my flesh and my body instinctively curls in on itself, but he won’t let it. With his hand still on my throat, he keeps me open for him, biting and kissing and nipping until I’m shaking, trembling on Kas’s face as he eats my pussy.

Pleasure ignites at my core, ready to burn.

“She’s fucking soaking me,” Kas says. “Who’s at your back, Darling?”

Vane. Bash. Pan. Who is it? Does it matter?

Kas slides out from beneath me, but he comes around again and sits on the couch, letting me straddle him. Heat radiates off his thick, hard cock and I rock against him, teasing myself on the underside of his shaft.

My clit is swollen and needy.

“Guess, Darling, and I’ll let you come if you promise to come again.”

“Yes,” I say on a whine. “Please.”

“Go on,” he says.

“Pan,” I answer.

“Good girl,” Pan says, his voice husky at my ear. “Fill her up, Kas. Make it hurt.”

Kas shifts his hips, lining himself up and then he’s plunging inside of me so deep, pain shoots through me.

“Oh god.” Pan holds me against him as Kas fucks me hard and fast, my tits bouncing as our bodies crash against one another.

“Fuck, Darling.” Kas breathes heavily, pounding into me. I rock my hips forward, grinding my clit against him.

“Come on his cock,” Pan orders. “Show us you can be a good little whore.”

The pleasure builds like a storm cloud. Kas holds fast at my hips and then sinks deep, spilling inside of me.

Pan shoves me forward, putting his hand over Kas’s at my hip, grinding me down on him, and the orgasm rips through me, burning through nerves and muscle and bone.

I sink against the ropes, against Pan and Kas, as Kas’s cock throbs, spilling the last of his load.

“You’re not done yet,” Pan says. “When the night is over, Darling, we will have fucked every hole and made you come at least twice more.” I moan against him as he kisses the soft shell of my ear. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Then he snaps his fingers. “Get me that lube.”

Kas leaves, only for the couch to sink again as someone else takes his place. The jar pops open and Pan places several drops on my ass. Warmth spreads through me, then pleasure, as the lube moves like living water, rippling over my skin with a soft caress.

I yelp in surprise. “Oh, shit,” I say. “That lube is fantastic.”

The head of Pan’s cock teases at my hole. “Sit forward,” he commands and I do as he says, the person on the couch grabbing my ass, spreading me for Pan.

The one on the couch sinks inside of my pussy slowly as Pan pokes at my ass, the lube making it easy for him to slip in.

Someone else comes around the couch, facing me. “Open your mouth, Darling.” Pan’s thumb coaxes at my chin. “Let me see you choke on cock while I fuck you in the ass.”

I dutifully part my lips and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the size of the cock as it fills me up, all three holes full now.

“One last guess,” Pan says, sinking deeper into my ass. “Whose cock is in your mouth and whose cock is in your pussy? Careful with your guess. You get it wrong, you don’t get to come again.”

I moan as my mouth gets fucked, the head of the thick cock throbbing on the flat of my tongue.

I can’t think straight. I don’t want to think at all. I want to just feel. I want to get lost in the pleasure.

“Go on.” Pan slips out and I moan around the cock in my mouth before it, too, disappears.

I pant. Suck in a breath.

“Bash is in my pussy,” I answer, and he groans as he hits balls deep.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he says.

“Vane is fucking my mouth.”

The blindfold comes off.

Bash grins up at me, fully seated inside of me.

Vane takes a chunk of my hair and forces me up to him. “Such a good little whore, Win,” he says. “Now let me fuck that pretty little mouth until I’m spilling down your throat.”

I heave an excited breath as he meets my lips again.

Pan and Bash find a rhythm, fucking me together as Vane fucks my mouth.

“Kas,” Pan says, “make her come, over and over again until her legs shake.”

Tendrils of vines circle my thighs, then slip over my pussy, the feathered ends teasing at my swollen bud.

Kas is at my side, working his fae magic, the fairy lube in hand. He puts several drops on my breasts, and the lube swirls around my nipples, eliciting a moan deep in my chest. Several more drops hit my stomach and Kas swipes them down, slipping his fingers over my clit.

I moan again and Vane hisses as he fucks my mouth harder, harder, until he spills over my tongue, filling my mouth with an impossibly huge load. So much that it drips from my mouth and down my chin.

Kas’s fingers join the vines, stroking at my needy bud where I’m dripping from my own wetness and the lube.

I couldn’t hold on if I tried.

The orgasm hits me like a gale force. I jolt and the ropes creak and Vane pulls my hair, keeping me full of him.

“She’s clenched tight around my cock,” Bash says. “Fuck, Darling.”

Restrained as I am, my body wants to curl into itself and ride through the orgasm, but I’m forced to stay open for it, to take the pleasure without hiding.

Bash bounces me on his cock when Vane pulls out, his cum covering my chin.

“Fuck, yes,” Bash says and spills inside of me.

I’m tethered to the posts, but I’m fucking flying like I’ve left my body.

“Again,” Pan orders, and Kas lets the vines go wild, never letting up on my clit. I’m so overstimulated that my nerves are fire, that the pleasure mixes with pain.

Pan bends me forward so he can sink deeper into my ass, his hands on my hips, driving me down on him.

White stars dance behind my closed lids. Every nerve is firing. Every muscle blinking with pleasure.

My clit is throbbing as another wave threatens to crest.

“Come for me, Darling,” Pan says. “Come while I fill up your ass.”

His words are enough for the wave to engulf me.

I cry out and Pan drives forward, groaning into me as he shoots his cum deep inside of me.

I clench up, breathing through the pleasure and pain, trying to come back into my body. I don’t want to miss a second of this.

I’m breathing heavily, sweating, full of cum as Pan pumps into me one last time, his body covering mine.

“That was amazing,” Bash says below me.

Pan staggers away. “Untie her.”

I hang against the ropes as Bash and Kas open the knots. It’s Vane that catches me and scoops me up, cradling me in his arms. “You are fucking beautiful when you’re getting fucked, Win,” he says, his voice rumbling against me.

He carries me up, up, and lays me on the large bed that takes up the highest platform.

Bash comes up a few seconds later with a warm, wet rag. “Open up for me, Darling,” he says and gently cleans me.

Kas is next with a glass of cool water that he urges me to drink down.

Peter Pan is last with an oversized t-shirt in his hands. It looks like it’s been half bleached by the sun, but it smells like him, like sunshine and starlight all at the same time.

“Arms up,” he tells me, and I don’t argue. He gets the shirt on and rights it on my torso where the extra fabric pools around my thighs.

We may be facing our worst enemy yet, but all of that fades to the background when I have them here, now, coddling me after fucking me senseless.

Bash fluffs the pillows and pulls back the blanket.

Pan gets into the bed first, then urges me into him where I curl into his side. Bash is next, pulling my legs over his lap as he tucks the blanket around me. Vane and Kas prop themselves up on the other side of the bed. They share a cigarette and a glass of something dark.

I’m fuzzy with contentment, my body exhausted but relaxed.

“You tired, Darling?” Pan asks behind me. His fingers run absently through my hair and the sensation sends a delighted tickle through my scalp.

“Maybe a little,” I say and then yawn.

Vane watches me through a ribbon of smoke as he takes a long hit, then hands it over to Kas. “Get some sleep, Win.”

“Don’t leave me,” I tell them.

“Of course not,” Bash says, his hands kneading the tired flesh of my calves.

Before long, I’m out.

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