Chapter 2 #2
It stirs something in me. My dick twitches, and Peter’s hand wraps around it, stroking me in the pace he knows I love so much.
His finger slips smoothly in my asshole, lubed with cum and saliva.
Without warning, without hesitation, he presses his finger against that spot.
Rubbing it as he keeps stroking me, he draws a second orgasm from me so quick and with so much force that I get dizzy again.
More importantly, I feel our matebond restore, and I need Peter to feel that too.
I want him to feel so much stronger with every orgasm.
I push Peter, rolling on top of him. A moan falls from my lips at the appreciative “hmm.” With shaking fingers, I pull at Peter’s belt, growing increasingly frustrated as I can’t undo it.
“I love to see how greedy you are for me,” Peter grunts, baring his body for me with a snap of his fingers.
My eyes are drawn to the impressive length that is hard for me. I’m unsure if I need the oil. My hand reaches for it just as a safety measure, but Peter stops me. He’s right to do so. I am ready for him, and I know.
There is no sting of pain, only pleasure, when I slam myself onto his dick.
We both need this so desperately. He claws at my hips, fighting for dominance to decide the pace.
This time I won’t let him win. Angling my hips so he hits that one spot this time, I keep pushing myself up, letting myself drop, until I feel my cum spill all over him.
He is close too, I can feel it, so I shift my hips again.
His eyes roll up so far only the whites are left.
That and the way he hisses tells me this is it for him.
“One more, my sweet boy,. One more for me. I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me, my good boy?” I don’t think I have one left inside me anymore, but for Peter, I will. For him, I will do everything.
“Yes, Peter of course.” I moan after he starts moving, too excited to wait for my reply. Exhaustion, love, and hot burning liquid all wash over me as I cum simultaneously with Peter minutes later.
Another morning where I wake up to my room being bathed in bright light; another morning where I missed the sunrise.
I feel a lot better though my heart breaks at last night’s dream.
Yesterday it felt so real. Now looking back on it, it feels more like a fever dream. But my bed—our bed—is empty again.
I wipe the tears from my eyes at the sound of wood creaking.
I don’t want Wendy, or whoever is walking in, to see me this weak.
But when I look up, it’s not Wendy who walks into our room.
It’s Peter. A bright, loving smile decorates his face as he carries in a tray of food.
“You’re back. Last night wasn’t a dream,” I say more than I ask, moving my body for any traces of the delicious soreness.
“No, my sweet boy, I’ve come home to you. Now eat; you need at least two more days of rest with me by your side.”
Peter’s suggestion sounds amazing. He is right; all I need is some time to recover from the stress of being without him.
Selfish as it might be, right now I don’t want to talk about that Captain having escaped again.
Kinga will keep us safe for now. I’ve not seen the guardian of our waters, but I know he is out there.
It’s enough now that I have Peter by my side again.
“I told everyone in the castle to leave us be for the next few days, until we are ready to get out again. I even made you that vile drink you like. I went all the way back to earth to get you coffee,” Peter tells me, with that warm strict voice I have grown to love so much.
And the second Peter settles back into bed with me, I snuggle into him, my body still craving his touch.
He is always good to me. Usually, he needs to touch me more than I do him.
That doesn’t stop me from basking in the extra attention he is giving me today.
Making me coffee which he hates and giving me time off from contributing to the castle.
When we first met, he told me he was the prince, and I imagined he had staff for everything.
To an extent he does. Some Lost Ones work at the castle; others go out to help different members of the Faun court.
Peter still is very hands-on, so it makes total sense he needs me to be too.
He carries the weight of the crown, and as his fated mate, I am the one who is to help him carry this burden.
“Let me serenade you after we had breakfast, my sweet boy. I missed the way your face lights up when I do.”
How can I say no to that? I never realized how much I need it, how much it calms me down. Not until the first ethereal sounds fill my ears and heart.
“Matthew, Barry, I am so happy to see you. How have you been?” It’s been three weeks since Peter has come back home, and one more week before he needs to go out and hunt for this Captain Hook again.
Our fight about that yesterday left me raw and emotional.
Time with my brothers is exactly what I need now.
It is the only thing I miss about life back on earth: spending more time with them.
Then again, maybe I don’t. Maybe it’s better to spend most of my time with Peter.
“Life here is so much fun, Jim. When we’re not working to earn our keep here, we get so much time to play,” Barry tells me, bouncing in his seat with excitement.
Seeing him this happy reassures me. Sometimes when I look at the chores the Lost Ones have, I feel bad.
Some days I wonder if it isn’t too much.
Can these poor kids fend for themselves?
Will they tell Peter if it is too much? In the back of my mind, there is a voice reminding me about Lara.
Just her name… because for the life of me I cannot remember what was wrong with her.
I called her in yesterday, but she looks great today.
Luckily, Peter is always there to soothe my mind, and now seeing both of my brothers, who both know they can tell me everything, reassures me even more. “How has life been with you, big brother? It must be exciting to rule Silvermist with Peter.”
Matthew is being true to himself, worrying about me more than he should.
A trait we have in common, which means we can look out for each other.
He knows when things are becoming too much and vice versa.
“It’s been good, Matt. He is so good to me.
I just hate he has to go out to try to find that pirate again.
Last time he was away, I got so sick I no longer felt like an actual human being.
At least he made sure Wendy is not the one taking care of me this time.
“He is trying to protect you James; he is trying to protect us all. You should be proud of him.” My head feels heavy, hung low as even my younger brother scolds me.
Matthew is right. I should be proud. Peter has told me how me wanting to keep him close was selfish.
That I should be thankful for the fact he is out there risking his life to keep the rest of Silvermist safe.
Normally, I am never this selfish. I don’t know what is happening to me.
But I will do better. Tonight I will figure out something to surprise Peter with, as a form of apology.
But first, I’ll listen to Matthew and Barry about their time in Silvermist and getting to know the rest of the Lost Ones. My brothers deserve my undivided attention.
It’s been good spending time with my brothers, but now that they left, I can clean up our mess. And try to come up with something to surprise Peter. Firm hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against the muscular body I know every inch of. “I have a surprise for you, my sweet boy, as an apology.”
“What do you have to apologize for, Peter? I know all you’re doing is trying to save all of us.”
“Still, I should have been more aware of your needs. Now close your eyes for me.” Peter isn’t the one to blame ,I am, and yet he is the one apologizing to me.
I don’t deserve him as my fated mate, I realize as my skin tingles, forming goosebumps chasing the warmth of his breath caressing my neck.
His fingers brush my raised skin. And only when he steps back, do I feel the weight of the necklace he put on me.
A thin delicate gold chain made up of fragile looking links is attached to a black and green clam.
“Peter, this is beautiful. It will remind me of you when you’re not here with me.”
“I’m sure it will, my sweet boy. Just open the clam.”
Doing as Peter tells me, I open the clam. The airy tones of his pan flute fill the private sitting room. My heart swells, knowing he will always be there to lull me to sleep. It cushions the pain of his next words.
“Sadly I do need to go out again tonight, my Sweet Boy, but I couldn’t stand going away with you angry or disappointed in me. You know everything I do is for you, right?”