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I dropped my knife, bowing between her legs, finally getting what I craved. The sweet tang of her filled my mouth, and I knew I’d never get enough. I ran my tongue in languid sweeps along her slit, pulling new moans from behind her gag, and I needed more. I found her center of pleasure and worked it. I was merciless, increasing the pace until she shattered underneath me. Her hips bucked and her legs clamped around my head like a vise, riding my face through her climax.
When she released me from her grip, I couldn’t wait any longer. I freed my cock from its constraints, the air feeling cool on my heated skin. I coated my length in her wetness. She writhed under me as I rubbed against her overstimulated clit.
“If you love me, that means you take all of me just as I am, no ultimatums,” I said as I slid into her, inch by inch. Her greedy pussy clamping down around me. “You take me so well. You were made for me. We fit perfectly.” I ground out as I buried myself to the hilt.
I paused there, fully sheathed, until she began to squirm underneath me. I pulled back and slammed home again. My hand found her throat, pressing her into the bed, applying just enough pressure. A symbolic display. In my own way, I owned her just as surely as she owned me. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but there was nothing but trust that stared back at me, and it was my undoing. I continued to fuck her, losing myself in every stroke. The voices were silent. It was only the two of us in this carnal moment. My balls tightened as my climax crested and broke. My hips jerked as she milked every drop from me.
I rested inside her while my breathing returned to normal. She’d given me back my sanity, at least in this moment, and I was grateful for the silence. But I couldn’t stay here forever. I got to my feet and collected a washcloth, wiping the smear of our blood from her thighs, leaving a puckered red scratch behind. I meant to clean her, but I couldn’t bear to wipe my essence from her. I wanted her to remember me when she got up and felt it dripping down her leg.
I pulled the saturated gag from her mouth. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but she remained silent as I moved to untie her wrists. As soon as I released her right arm, I shifted my attention to her left. A stinging slap across my cheek caught me off guard.
“What was that for?”
“For making me like it when I didn’t want to. I am not your property for you to stick your cock into whenever you fancy. You cannot fuck me into submission. That's how Blackbeard treated me, and I know you’re better than that. That is why I love you.”
“Blackbeard?” I asked. My mind reeled as I processed all she’d said. The name sounded so familiar. I knew it was important, but for the life of me, I couldn’t put a face to the name.
“Yes, James. Blackbeard,” she said, sounding annoyed. But her eyes softened as she realized the name didn’t illicit the response she thought it should. “James, I’m talking about Edward. Edward Teach. Surely you haven’t forgotten?”
I racked my brain, and the more I pondered over the name, the more the veil of Neverland’s magic hid the truth from me. I pressed against it until recognition slammed into me.
“Oh, Katherine, I am so sorry.” The idea of what she was trying to say made me sick to my stomach. I rushed to untie her. “Please forgive me. I never meant to… I would never…” I fumbled over my words as I pulled her into my arms. There were no words to defend my actions. Shame crept from the pit of my stomach, choking off any feeble attempt at an apology. I was mortified. Not only had I given Kat a reason to fear me, but I’d forgotten the man who’d made our lives a living hell for years. Damn Neverland magic. How many of my memories had already slipped through my fingers? Things were already becoming fuzzy. How long before I forgot the reason I needed my revenge against Pan?
I rocked Kat in my arms, smoothing her hair down in the process. “Can you forgive me?”
“Of course, I forgive you. That’s what it means to love someone, James.”
I grunted at that. “I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the concept of love. I know I’ve been making a mess of things. But I will try to do better. You deserve better.”
“Start by telling me something real. Something deep. Something you’ve never told anybody else.”
I sighed and rearranged us on the bed, trying to delay the inevitable moment of weakness that she wanted from me. It wasn’t natural to let myself be raw and naked in front of anyone. That wasn’t compatible with survival. But if that’s what she needed, I had to try. I tucked her in beside me, pulling the sheets up to cover us. Her head rested on my chest, and my eyes lingered on the rolling waves out the window.
“Have I ever told you why I don’t like faerie dust?” I started.
She shook her head but remained silent.
“You see, for faerie dust to work, you must have a happy thought. That’s what sparks the magic into action. Most everyone can pull at least one happy thought from somewhere. Your parents, siblings, a beloved dog, something. But as life would have it, by the time I met Peter Pan, I had no truly happy thoughts. I was an orphan. Pan was my first friend, but we’d only just met when we set off for Neverland. My mildly happy thoughts were barely enough to get me off the ground. If it hadn’t been for Pan pulling me along, I never would have made it across the veil. And he never let me live that down. He always had a good laugh at my expense because I never got any good at flying. Not like he does. Over the years, I began to loathe the stuff.”
“And what about now?” she asked tentatively.
“Now?”
“Do you have any happy thoughts now?”
I pulled her in tighter. “Only because of you.”
“Five drops!” Katherine barged into our cabin, holding forth a small vial of yellow fluid. “Five drops is all one needs to cease life.”
I grabbed the vial and tilted it in my hands. Watching as the viscous liquid coated the glass walls, leaving behind a chartreuse-colored glow. My stomach clenched at the sight, as if it instinctually knew it was a deadly toxin.
I swallowed my animosity and offered her the praise she deserved. Though her chosen method wasn’t exactly appeasing my demon’s need for violence, I was proud of her, nonetheless. She was a talented alchemist. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to end Peter as quickly as possible. She bore the weight of my obsession almost as much as I did myself.
“Well done, love.” I placed a kiss on her cheek and offered her a seat at the table. “Tell me, how does it work?”
“We simply need something to suspend it in.” She raised her brow. “Wine, maybe? We could demand parley and offer Peter a drink—as a show of good faith. Once he’s taken a sip, he will be rendered frozen. Paralysis will be followed by sheer panic as his lungs cease to inflate. Suffocation will be his demise.”
I stroked my beard silently for a moment, contemplating her idea. Watching the boy suffocate would definitely entertain my need for malevolence. “Parley leaves too much at play. He’d never accept the drink. But faerie mead—in the form of a ‘gift’—from Tiger Lily, perhaps.” I felt a smirk pull across my face. This might actually work. “Peter would never suspect the Princess.”
