Chapter 15 #2
“This necklace was designed for the queen of the Amazons.” He sweeps my hair from my neck, his fingers lingering along my skin and sending goosebumps shooting down my back.
I close my eyes, living in his touch. When I feel his warm breath against my neck, heat pools between my thighs. “How did you get it?” I ask, trying not to sound breathy and failing.
“I stole it, of course.” He drapes it on my chest, the gold warm from his hands. “The jeweler who created it chartered a ship from the shores of El Dorado. I got word of the manifest from an acquaintance.”
“You have acquaintances?”
“If you hold someone at the end of your sword for long enough, you get acquainted.” His lips graze my ear as his fingers set the clasp.
“I see. Just regular villain stuff.”
He laughs, then takes my shoulders and spins me back to him. “I like that. ‘Regular villain stuff.’”
My cheeks heat, and I can’t seem to look away from him when he smiles like this. His dimples show, his eyes aflame with amusement. He’s so beautiful. Why would any deity create such a villain and wrap him in the most alluring package? Devilry.
“Anyway, I found out the ship’s course, and my crew and I did what we do.”
“General pillaging and thievery, maybe with a dash of murder thrown in?”
“Part of the job, lass.” He glances at the necklace. “But I’ll tell you one thing, I’ve never been more pleased with my plunder than at this very moment.”
If I had any morals, I’d yank this necklace off and toss it at the monster in front of me with a vile curse on my lips and my head held high.
But when he looks at me like this, I can’t seem to work up the outrage.
I’m under his spell, drawn to him even though I know he’s everything that’s wrong with Neverland.
“It was made for a queen. No wonder you wear it so well.” He grazes his fingertips along the jewels, then lower, tracing the edges of my dress as it drops between my breasts. “So soft, lass.”
I swallow hard. “You look handsome.”
He smirks, those dimples teasing me yet again. “You think so?” He puts his finger under my chin, holding my gaze as he steps closer.
I want to squirm, to make a flippant comment that could defuse the ticking bomb between us, but I don’t. I look at him. Really look at him. I show him what I want.
His hand slides to my throat, his palm squeezing as he uses his other arm to drag me against him. When his mouth claims mine, I close my eyes, my mind swimming as he tongues my lips apart.
He spins me and kicks the door shut then pins me against it. “Warned you, lass.” He grates against my lips as his hand goes to my thigh. “Warned you not to look at me like that, didn’t I?”
I gasp as he reaches between my legs and turns his hand to force them apart. When his fingers graze against my wet panties, I moan. He kisses the sound from me, then shoves my panties aside and sinks two fingers into me.
I buck at the sudden intrusion, and he curses against my lips.
“So wet, lass. Dripping for me. Only me.” He pulses his fingers in and out.
“James,” I whimper.
He pulls my dress aside and fastens his mouth around one of my nipples.
I gasp and grab his hair, my body arching as he touches me deeply, his teeth teasing against my hot flesh. Everything inside me feels like a lit fuse. Hissing and sparking as my body winds up tighter and tighter.
“This is mine, lass.” He growls against my breast. “Don’t you forget it. When I take something, I don’t give it back. Never. You’ll never pry it from my grip.” He curls his fingers as he says it, and I can’t stop the moan that tears from my lips.
He moves to my other nipple, his tongue hot against me as he keeps moving his fingers in and out. My legs begin to shake, my body desperate for release. Then he pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit, giving me exactly what I need.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I fold in on myself and explode, my body rolling in pleasure as his name is on my lips.
I cry out, unable to hold it in as he masters me with nothing more than his fingers.
He returns to my mouth, kissing me hard and swallowing each sound, each whimper, each whisper of his name.
I ride his hand, taking everything he gives and demanding more until I’m barely able to stand.
When he finally lets me take a breath, his eyes are on mine, the intensity in him like the beam of a searchlight in dark waters. “Remember my words, lass.” He pushes his fingers inside me again, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Mine.”
He pulses into me a few more times, then brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, taking every bit of my wetness and making it his own. It’s erotic and filthy and so hot that I don’t know how I’m still standing.
“You taste just as sweet as I knew you would.” He grips my waist and lifts me, then spins and deposits me away from the door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready. The Guardians are here.”
The blood drains from my face. “Right now? You mean they’re downstairs?” I hiss.
His smirk is back, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Yes.”
I cover my face with my hands. They heard everything. Everything! There’s no way they didn’t. “I was so loud,” I whisper.
His smirk turns into a rakish grin. “I know, lass. Trust me, I know. I’m rather curious to see how loud you’ll be when I’m bollocks deep in your hot cunt.”
“Hook!” I slap his arm.
“I thought it was James. Or is that only when I’m inside you, lass?” He’s dripping with masculine pride. Why does he have to be sexy when he’s taunting me?
“Get out.” I point at the door.
“I’m going.” He strides out, a fucking jaunty whistle on his lips as he heads down the stairs. “Welcome!” His voice booms through the house.
I consider hiding in my closet, or maybe climbing out the window and asking Sally to somehow fly me away from here to avoid dying of embarrassment, but none of those things are legitimate options.
Besides, I want to see Tiger Lily and Shiner again.
Maybe they can shoot straight with me about what it’s going to take to fix the island’s magic.
I fetch the little shoes Nessie put in the bottom of my closet and slip them on.
I think maybe they’re satin or silk? Once again, I have no idea, but they’re soft and nice, the same color as my dress.
“Hey, Moira?” Widow’s voice is outside my door. “You, um, coming?” She doesn’t even bother to hide her snicker.
“Ugh.” I open the door and walk out, giving her the cold shoulder.
“Oh, come on.” She hooks her arm through mine. “You can’t be mad at me for that one. I couldn’t resist.”
I roll my eyes.
“Look at the rocks on you.” She taps her nail against the large sapphire. “I bet that’s from Hook’s private collection, the treasure to end all treasures.”
We stop at the top of the stairs. “Everyone heard?” I glimpse Starkey below. He’s looking up at me with a big smile on his face. Smee is, as usual, glaring at me.
“Yep, everyone heard.” Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“It’s fine. We’re pirates. We’ve heard it all. Come on. I still haven’t seen Tiger Lily.” She steps back and does a flourish with her arms. “What do you think?”
I finally pull myself out of my embarrassment and look at her. “Wow. You look like a goddess. A fertility goddess.”
Her emerald dress looks like velvet. It’s a wrap that hugs every bit of her curves and cuts so low between her breasts that I swear I almost see nipple.
It’s long like mine, but her slit follows where the wrap opens all the way up to her hip where it’s tied together with a strip of fabric that is likely saying its prayers at the moment.
She primps her dark hair. “Yeah? You think I might get some alone time with Tiger Lily?”
“You might get some alone time with me if I were more experienced and in touch with my sexuality.” I nod appreciatively.
Her smile is genuine, and when she spins to give me a view of the back, her wings flutter happily.
“Gorgeous.” I would wish for even half of her curves, but of course there’s no wishing on Neverland.
“Thanks.” She takes my arm again. “It’s nice being the two hottest bits of ass on the entire island.”
“I guess that’s one way to put it.” I hold her a little tighter as we move down the stairs.
Voices waft up to us from below, and then I hear the violin kicking up in the back garden.
Nessie is in the dining room, checking over the long table and making sure everything’s in place for dinner.
I thought we’d be eating outside like we do for most meals, but I suppose it makes sense to have something a bit more formal for guests.
Widow gasps. “That’s her.”
I look toward the direction she’s turned. “Yes. Told you.”
Tiger Lily is wearing a light blue dress that reminds me of a sarong with the way it’s wrapped around her and leaves her midriff bare. Her Guardians are with her, all of them standing on the back porch and keeping close to each other. The only one I don’t see is Shiner.
“They don’t seem too friendly,” Widow says. “But we are enemies, more or less, so that makes sense.”
“I’m surprised they’d come to meet with Hook.”
“Allegiances change all the time. Same thing happened back when I was on the mainland.”
She has a point. It’s not as if opinions and beliefs can’t change. No one knows that better than I do.
“Moira?” Shiner sidles up to me, a wine glass already in her hand.
“Hey! I was looking for you.”
“You two know each other?” Widow asks.
“Yeah, she kidnapped me one time.”
Shiner nods and takes a big swig of her wine. “Good to see you again. We’d gotten word Hook had you, so we assumed the worst.” She mimes being hung in a disturbingly accurate way. “But here you are, safe and sound.” She squints a little as she surveys my face. “No worse off than when I found you.”
“So, you knew Peter was making me sick?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“I’m just going to go see if Tiger Lily wants a drink.” Widow backs away. “I’ll be back.”
Shiner comes around to stand in front of me. “I wasn’t sure.”
“You weren’t sure that I was starting to look like the crypt keeper?”