13. Chapter 13

Pete’s mischievous smile disappears into my folds. I throw my head as far back as I can on the bed and cry out in pleasure as he sucks on my clit with zero mercy.

“Goddess, yes!”

His lips remain steadfast around the little bundle of nerves as he presses two fingers into my love channel. It’s not enough. I need more, but it’s oh-so-good, and I never want him to stop. Thoughts of waking up at home and missing these men flutter from my mind as I lose myself to the pleasure and the feel of Pete eating me out like the master he is.

Jack whispers sweet nothings into my ears, telling me how good the two of us look together as Pete holds the giant’s gaze, steadily humping the bed. One of his hands grips my hip so hard I know he’s growing closer to a climax, and a little part of me can’t wait to see what Jack does to him as a punishment for disobeying his order.

My fingers itch to dig into his long, dark red hair, but I’m not quite ready to see what Drake’s idea of punishment will be.

“Fuck, I need to come. Please, Pete,” I beg, urging him to fuck me harder with his fingers.

The naughty little shit chuckles into my mound and licks at my folds, letting go of the suction. My cry of protest goes unheeded as he gently blows on my lips.

“Dammit, Pete. Make me come, or you’ll never dip your stick in this honey pot again!”

That seems to do the trick because Pete dives right back in, this time gently biting down on the bundle of nerves.

My entire body explodes in a symphony of pleasure. Hoarse cries fill the cabin as Pete continues to thrust his fingers into me. He licks up all my cream as I come down off the high, and I chuckle when I realize he’s not riding the bed anymore.

“You came, didn’t you?”

The grin he sends my way looks like the cat that got the cream. And I suppose that’s exactly what happened.

“Worth it,” he says to me, but his eyes are glued to the large man, silently watching us play.

A throat being cleared draws us from our shared moment, and my eyes travel from Pete’s delighted face to the naked man standing across from me.

Drake is one fine specimen. I know I shouldn’t objectify him. We give men so much grief for doing it to us, but damn… all those ridges and lines have my heart skipping a beat. His body is a roadmap of scars, proving that he came by his nickname the hard way.

“Did you stay still?”

I nod quickly, eager to prove I can follow orders under the right circumstances.

“Good girl.”

Well fuck. New kink unlocked.If this were a scene unfolding in my bed at home I might even be tempted to call him Daddy.

Pete is still firmly planted between my legs, his head moving back and forth between Killer and me like he’s watching the most riveting tennis match.

“Move, Grin. It’s my turn now.”

I can’t help but chuckle at how quickly he scurries off the bed to make space for Drake to join me. He’s clearly into watching us, which means he wasn’t joking about fantasizing about us together. Does he secretly fantasize about Killer, too? Or is it only our giant that Pete has a crush on?

My heart cries that I might never find out for myself. I started this dream hoping I could just wake up but quickly found out that I would much rather stay in this fictional world with my pirates then jump back into real life.

The sad thoughts quickly vanish as the dastardly pirate captain climbs onto the bed with me. Jack slips off the bed, too, and I am vaguely aware of him grabbing hold of Pete. I know I want to watch them together. Need to watch them together, but my focus isn’t going anywhere other than on the dark man hovering over me right now.

His rig is just as impressive as the other two men in the room, the purple head leaking a steady stream of precum.

“Vixen, princess. Since the day you held that saber at my throat, I’ve been burning with the need to do this.”

My mouth dries up at the pure need in his voice. Holy shit.

“You’ve driven me up the wall. By taking my ship and winning the loyalty of my crew. But most of all, by slowly and steadily winning my heart with every single thing you do.”

His mouth descends on the hollow of my throat, and his body hovers just over mine, not quite touching.

“You’ve shown us what being a pirate is all about,” he whispers before kissing my pulse. “With nothing but a stolen sword and a fiery attitude, you’ve taken a crew of ruffians and turned them into men of legend.”

I want to argue with him, tell him it wasn’t me. I’m just hitching a ride in my character’s sleeve. But the earnest praise in his voice keeps me quiet.

His teeth gently nibble at my earlobe as he brings a knee up between my legs. My body remains still, refusing to go against his previous order. Moving to my other side, he gives the pulse point there the same attention before continuing his tale.

“But no matter what I did, I kept incurring your ire instead of proving to you how enamored I am with you. So you pushed my hand.”

Another whisper-soft kiss, this time on the underside of my jaw. I’m sure I’ll have spontaneously combusted by the time he is done with me. Every single bit of my body is crying out for him to touch it, lick it, claim it, and all he’s doing is whispering to me and barely kissing me.

“I knew the crew wouldn’t follow me in mutiny. But I had to get your attention. You came storming out of the hull like an avenging queen, and the look on your face… by gods, Vixen, I was sure you were going to make me walk the plank.”

My chest heaves, working to take in the air I so desperately need, and my heart beats so fast I feel like it is about to flutter out of my chest. Yet still, he barely touches me.

Drake’s face now hovers over mine, those dark eyes imploring me to stay with him. I am powerless to resist. “And then you had me locked up instead.”

Biting my lip, my eyes fall to his mouth, hoping I can wish a kiss into existence.

“Dammit, Vixen, are you going to say anything?” he implores me, the desperation calling my eyes back up to him.

My throat works to swallow the onset of sudden nerves. I might be a romance author, but I have no clue what to say in response to that confession. From the start, Vixen might have harbored a secret crush on Killer, but I’ve only been in this body for a day. I don’t want to lie to him, but I also don’t think now is the time to tell him the truth.

“Everything about you calls to me,” I blurt out. “You’re one of the most dangerously sexy men I’ve ever seen, and I know if I give you my heart, there is a real chance you will rip it to shreds, which terrifies me.”

I’m shocked by my admission, even more so by the honesty behind the words.

Only when his finger touches my chin to lift my gaze do I realize I’m looking at his shoulder instead of at him.

“Princess, give me your heart, and I’ll cherish it for the rest of this lifetime. And when my time comes to sink to the depths of the ocean, I’ll take it with me and into the afterlife, where I’ll continue to watch over it like the precious treasure it is. It’s the only treasure that matters.”