Chapter 31
WENDY
I lasted ten days, and I crawled the walls for the whole time, but this morning I had a plan. A burn twinged on my back as I picked up the chair from Hook’s desk, cursing his love of solid wood and gorgeous craftsmanship as I staggered to the door, jamming it under the handle. It wouldn’t stop a determined captain from leaving, but it would stop any bastards interrupting us like last night. I’d been so close to getting his hand on my body when Maceo turned up with warnings of a storm on the horizon.
I got back into bed carefully, mostly so I didn’t wake him prematurely but also because I still ached everywhere. The sharp, unbearable pain had dullened though, no more than a toothache gnawing at me. No reason at all why I shouldn’t have him inside me.
My plan of attack this morning was two pronged. First, I slid down the bed, the fact he slept naked making it easy to wrap my fingers around his base and seal my mouth around the tip of his cock, sucking in slow pulses. The second prong involved getting him inside me, but that would take some convincing. I’d learned no amount of talking and pleading and whining would work. Instead, I needed to make him mindless with need.
“Wendy,” he groaned, his voice gruff with sleep in a way that made my skin break out in goosebumps. He stretched languorously beneath me. “What are you doing, mutineer?”
“Helping myself to your cock?” I dragged my lips down his length, darting out my tongue to taste him and thrilled with the deep grunt it pulled from my captain.
His hand slid into my hair, fingers spearing my wavy locks. “You’re trying to weaken me so I’ll finally fuck you.” 1
I didn’t reply, just moved my mouth over his cock, the way he hardened in my mouth giving me a shot of power and smugness.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice a perfect blend of rugged and softness.
“So, so wet,” I replied, low and sensual.
Hook’s eyes slammed shut. “Not what I meant, darling.”
“I can feel myself dripping all over the bed every time I throb,” I told him, suctioning my mouth around the head of his cock and sucking hard. His groan was a drug. I was addicted. I needed more.
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Wendy.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, dragging my lips over his length. “My clit aches every time you say my name.”
His nostrils flared, his eyes tight with intensity as he watched me. I peered up at him as I sucked him into my throat with a bit more effort than I was expecting. It was all worth it when I coaxed another one of those groans from my captain.
“Wicked woman,” he gasped when I swallowed around him, the taste of him making my mouth water.
I drew him slowly from my throat, sliding my tongue along a pronounced vein, and took a ragged gasp. My belly filled with fluttering excitement at the look on his face. “I want you, Kingston. Name your price.”
“I need you,” he rasped, dragging a touch down my side, his hand still tight in my hair. “God, fuck, take whatever you want.”
I would do exactly that, but first I wanted to watch him lose his mind. I skimmed my palms up his thighs, the hair dusted across his skin making my hands tingle. My touch lingered on the places where his skin raised in ragged circles, an echo of the wounds on my own body, caressing each and every scar until Hook’s breathing hitched and broke, faster, sharper. A deeper reaction than even my mouth on his cock had coaxed from him.
“Wendy,” he said, his voice raw. The velvet brush of his stump down my side made me melt into him, his cock forgotten for the moment as I mapped the scars on his ribs with my mouth, leaving kisses on each one, like I could heal those reminders of his past with a simple brush of my lips.
I didn’t speak of what I’d suffered for days and he’d endured for years. It had no space here in our bed. Even if the ghosts lingered, I wouldn’t speak them into existence.
“Every part of you is beautiful to me,” I said against his ribs, my lips skimming a jagged red slash newer than the others.
“Not every part surely,” he said in a quiet voice, his thumb stroking over my scalp, fingers buried in my hair.
“Every part,” I said firmly, finding another faded scar, then a raised red slash. “What trouble did you get into while I was gone? You’re cut up everywhere.”
“I thought you were dead,” he replied, his arm winding around my back, pulling me tighter to his body. “I lost my mind. I couldn’t figure out how to breathe, how to walk, how to eat.”
“Kingston,” I breathed, stroking up his sides, a pain clenching my chest.
“You did something reprehensible, and I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you for it even now.”
I raised an eyebrow, ignoring the way my stomach tangled and soured. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“You made me feel alive.”
I blinked. Oh. “You felt dead before me?”
His arm stroked over my back, his expression unfathomably soft. For some reason it made me want to cry, they way those eyes traced my features with such care, such love.
“I forgot how it felt,” he rasped, his eyes on me. “To not just walk numbly through every day, but to experience it, to enjoy waking up, to anticipate the day ahead. Initially, it was because I wanted to break you.”
I grinned. “When did you stop?”
He flipped us so suddenly that my heart swooned and my stomach rioted with flutters. “Who said I stopped wanting to break you, mutineer?”
Heat glided through me. “I won’t break easily.”
Hook’s smile was deep, cutting into his cheek like a scythe, putting a devious glint in his eyes that turned my soft flutters into manic butterflies. “I’m counting on it, darling.”
The heat rushed to every other part of me when his arm came across my throat, pinning me in lieu of fingers. Holy fucking yes. Finally. I squirmed, my hips bucking erratically when Hook used his legs to knock mine apart, making space for himself.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, not quite able to hide the rasp of softness in his voice as he looked at me pinned beneath him, my hips writhing, my skin flushed pink.
I scrambled to obey, digging my nails into the wood, my whole body straining towards him. A week and three days of teasing, tempting, and denial had driven me to madness, and now I could hardly stand the feel of his touch on my body.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice gruff. “Now it’s my turn.”
His turn for… Oh.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as emotion hit me the moment he began to kiss butterfly-soft circles around each of my injuries. The bandages had come off yesterday, the bleeding stopped, but each one gnawed with pain whenever I gave it the slightest bit of attention.
“There were no survivors?” he checked for the tenth time since I returned to the Banshee, dark eyes flicking up to watch my face.
“None,” I promised, lifting a hand off the headboard to brush back the lock of dark hair that fell across his forehead. A dark thrill went through me at the tiny narrowing of his eyes; I set my hand back on the wood above me.
“The trouble with that, darling,” he said, his lips feathering across my next scar, so soft that I didn’t feel even a flicker of hurt, “is that I want people to pay for every mark left on your beautiful body. I want to feel their eyeballs pop under my thumb. I want to cut out their tongue for what was said to you.”
“I regret telling you any of that,” I sighed. I tried not to let Gabrielle’s words get to me, but she’d burrowed deep. Bitch.
“I want hearts to give out from the sheer agony I’ll inflict. I want throats to collapse under my boots. I want to shatter every last bone in the hands that inflicted this upon you.”
I squirmed, my stomach hollowing at that look on his face. “I couldn’t leave even one alive for you, Hook. They hurt you. They were all part of the fucked up fortress that hurt my captain. I had to kill them all.”
“Your captain.” Two words, rife with rich, seductive darkness. My breath caught, a shudder at the top of my spine. “Again.”
I felt the command like a physical touch and the shudder ripped down my spine, arching me against him. The feeling of skin to skin was divine. His lips against the burn on my collarbone were doing things to my body, making me ache.
“My captain,” I breathed. Holding my hands against the headboard was becoming increasingly difficult. “Mine.”
His eyes fluttered to half mast, what I could see of them pure black. A touch skimmed up the inside of my thigh, pressing my leg to the bed, and before I could guess his intention, his cock brushed through my slickness and drove inside me.
I gasped and moaned and smiled all at once, my whole soul crying out the word finally.
“If you are slow,” I breathed, “and gentle, I will kill you, Kingston Hook.”
His lips brushed my ear as he covered my chest with his, the touch to my sensitive nipples making my eyes slam shut. “No danger of that, darling.”
He thrust so hard that I slid up the bed, his next driving me further and further until I was trapped against the headboard. I couldn’t take it anymore, and tore my hands off the bed to clutch at him, digging my fingers into his skin, branding him as mine with every scratch.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he ordered in a voice of pure darkness. I nodded just so he’d move, and he rewarded me with a punishing slam of his hips into mine.
A knot unravelled from my chest. I exhaled a deep sigh, lifting my head from the pillow to fasten my lips to his throat in rough, marking kisses. Sneaky, he slid a pillow between my neck and the wood, making my lips curve against his skin. Even when every surge of him inside me punished me for leaving him, for letting him think I died, he tempered it with a sweet gesture.
His eyes fixed on my face when my head fell back, staring at me in a way that made heat crawl under my skin. The need to embed myself into him forever, to write my name on his soul, to wrap him up in me so he could never escape, hit so hard that my teeth sank into his shoulder before I could stop the urge.
“Fuck, Wendy,” he groaned gutturally, his monster rising to the surface. “Bite me harder.”
I clenched around him so powerfully that my eyes rolled back. They stayed in the back of my head when he canted his hips so his cock grazed my g-spot. I dug my teeth into his skin until I felt it give way, until the copper of his blood kissed my tongue, and Hook released a growl, covering me in goosebumps and fiery heat as his thrusts turned animalistic.
“No one hurts you,” he rumbled. “No one touches you. No one.”
I squeezed his cock inside me, the angle sheer perfection, the feeling of him pressing me into the bed, touching me everywhere, his hand roving and desperate… it all combined into pressure and fire and euphoria.
“Hook,” I whined against his shoulder, my teeth in his skin as my orgasm detonated through me.
“God,” he groaned, his arm sliding under me, pressing our bodies flush as his head bowed over me. Kisses scattered across my forehead and down my temple to my cheek as his breathing came faster, raspier. When his mouth reached the juncture between my neck and shoulder, a growl punched from him and teeth sank into my skin.
My back arched, pleasure like a bomb in my body, sending explosions all the way to my toes until they curled. Hook’s growling moans only made me come harder, each wave of pleasure deadly, until I could hardly breathe. I arched into him, grasping, clutching, desperate.
“Hook.” My voice shook when I removed my teeth from his skin, checking the punctures to make sure they weren’t jagged and messy, a matching throb coming from my own shoulder when he removed his teeth. I didn’t know if it was losing me, or if it was a monster thing, but damn, I liked biting him, and loved being bitten by him. I especially enjoyed the marks left that proclaimed him mine for all to see. It’d be even better when the bruising came out. I brushed a kiss to the spot, everything inside me softening to match my languid body.
“Next time, let’s kick death in the teeth together. You can jump into the ocean with me.”
He rolled us carefully so I splayed on top of him, his arm banded across my back, spreading a powerful sense of safety through me. “There won’t be a next time.”
I snorted, lifting my head so I could kiss him, taking my time with him since no one could interrupt us. The chair wedged under the handle would see to that.
By the time I was finished with him, his eyes were glassy and dark, his body utterly relaxed beneath me. “Darling, we’re pirates and villains. There’ll always be a next time.” 2
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