Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys Book 3)
Their Vicious Darling: Chapter 6

Vane lifts me off of him and climbs to his feet, guiding me over to Peter Pan.

“On your knees, Win,” Vane commands.

I position my knees on either side of Pan’s head and I can’t help but clench up, sensing him below my most sensitive area.

Vane stands in front of me. He’s going to make me chase down Pan’s cum with his.

“Open up, Darling,” he says, echoing the same words he used not that long ago, when he spit in my mouth and told me I would have no more of him.

Now look at us.

I dutifully open my mouth and stick out my tongue and he slides his cock into me, filling me up.

It’s much harder to accommodate him than it is Pan, but I do my best.

It’s easier when I have Pan’s mouth on my pussy from beneath me, sucking and flicking and building the pressure at my core.

Vane fucks my mouth while Pan fucks my pussy with his.

I’m so wet, I’m shocked I’m not drowning the Never King.

I moan around Vane’s cock and he growls deep in his chest.

Pan sucks at my clit and I’m buzzing, electric, ready to glow for them both.

“Whatever you’re doing,” Vane says, “keep doing it. She’s humming on my cock like a good little girl.”

Pan hooks his arms around my thighs and drives me down on his face.

The groan that comes out of me practically vibrates down the length of Vane’s cock.

“Just like that Win.” He holds my hair back. “Don’t stop.”

I swirl my tongue around his shaft, then wrap my hand around the base just as Pan hits my clit again.

The orgasm takes me by surprise. One minute the pleasure is buzzing through my pussy and the next the wave is crashing over me.

I buck. Vane shoves deeper.

The pleasure pounds through me and I moan loudly until Vane sinks so deep, I choke on him. I try to pull back, to breathe, but he’s in control and he’s not letting up.

He fucks my mouth with another thrust, then another, and then he bursts down my throat.

I writhe on Pan’s mouth as he sucks on my clit, driving the orgasm so high, I feel like I’m flying.

Vane pauses. Inhales sharply. Then spills another load on the back of my tongue.

Pan locks his arms around my thighs forcing me to stay still until he’s wrenched every last ounce of pleasure from me.

“Fucking hell,” Vane says on a breath. His chest is heaving and his abs are contracted, deepening the lines between each hard ridge of muscle.

There is just the barest sheen of sweat on his body and it’s so fucking hot, seeing the Dark One a little disheveled and overwhelmed by me.

Hand in my hair, he slides me off of him, then paints my lips with another bead of cum. “Look at me,” he orders.

He drags his thumb over the cum, then pushes back into my mouth. “Clean the rest off.”

When I do, he exhales in a satisfied rush, black eyes glittering.

“Our good little Darling whore,” Pan says after he slides out from beneath me. “Belly full of our cum.” He wraps his arm around me, his hand just above my belly button. “Just the way we like you.” Leaning over me, he plants a gentle kiss on the curve of my throat and I can’t help but laugh, both at the hard and softness of these men, and the tickling breath of Pan’s affection on my hot skin.

There is a flare of warmth in my chest now, and it’s not from being fucked the way I like.

It’s something else.

Something deeper.

These men are mine and I am theirs and—

My stomach churns. I clamp my hand over my mouth.

“Win?” Vane’s brow sinks in concern. “What is it?”

Pan comes around to stand beside him. “Darling?”

“I don’t…I feel a little light—”

“Goddammit,” Vane says and scowls at Pan. “We overdid it. I told you we needed to be careful and—”

“She’s fine,” Pan says. “She just needs some food. Bash!”

“Wait,” I say as the loft spins a little and I reach out for one of them.

Vane is there in an instant.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks.

I’m about to tell him no, it’s just a little nausea when a searing pain shoots across my forehead.

I groan and sink into Vane’s arms.

“Something is wrong,” he says on a growl.

“I can fucking see that,” Pan says back.

“Just…I…can…”

“Maybe she needs air,” Vane suggests. “Let’s take her—”

Everything gets blurry. The boys are nothing but smudged shadows and there’s a ringing in my head that wasn’t there before.

“I think I’m going to—”

Everything gets blurry. The boys are nothing but smudged shadows and there’s a ringing in my head that wasn’t there before and a whispering in the far dark recesses of my mind.

Let me in.

Let me in.

“I think I’m going to—”

And then everything goes dark.