I find Kas naked and lying in the hammock down by the beach. His eyes are closed, one arm bent up, his hand tucked behind his head. His long hair is undone and cascades over his shoulder to pool in the crook of his other arm.

Every part of Kas is a delight to take in, from his hard-packed abdominal muscles to the defined lines of his pecs and the tattoos that cover his chest. But it’s his cock I can’t stop staring at. It’s practically draped over his thigh, it’s so big.

Kas clears his throat and my gaze darts up to his face.

He’s watching me with amusement.

“Sorry,” I hear myself saying and then think better of it as the Neverland Dark Shadow flares up in my chest, reminding me to seize my power.

“Actually, no, I’m not sorry. I like looking at you.”

The ocean breeze catches several loose threads of Kas’s hair and they dance around his face.

“I mean, you’re fucking hot and shouldn’t I appreciate it?”

He says nothing.

“Would you like me to get naked so you can ogle me?”

His smile grows wider.

I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re making fun of me.”

“No, Darling,” he says. “It’s just, you’re so damn adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” And I’m not. Not really. The shadow has helped with my confidence. It will never allow me to diminish myself, and it loves when I seek what I desire most.

And right now I desire Kas.

“What are you doing down here naked anyway?”

He uncrosses his legs and hangs a foot over the rope edge of the hammock to give himself a push off the sandy ground. The rope creaks. Above us, the tree leaves rustle in the wind.

“I like feeling the ocean air on my skin,” he replies. “You should try it.”

I did just offer to get naked for him.

And also, there is absolutely nothing like an ocean breeze on bare feet, so it must be even better on a naked body, right?

I have time to kill anyway. Pan is on the south end of the island checking up on the construction of our new house. It’s coming along well, if slowly. Vane and Bash are at the fae palace reorganizing the fae court. I’m not entirely sure how that’s going considering Bash’s penchant for spinning things positively, no matter what, and Vane’s penchant for hard eye rolls, no matter what.

I got bored in the house all alone, which led me down here in the first place. I’d thought I’d find Kas swimming but this is better.

Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, I yank it up and over my head. I strip off my shorts, then my bra and panties.

Immediately my nipples peak at the swift change in temperature and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Kas. He gives himself another lazy push as a wave crashes against the shore, the sugar sand, wet from the waves, reflects strokes of red and orange and yellow as the sun descends toward the horizon.

I climb as gracefully as I can in the other hammock, the one usually occupied by Bash, and try to get comfortable with the braided rope digging into my ass. The hammock objects, and I tilt to the left, nearly spilling over the edge.

Kas laughs.

“How are you doing this?” I’m holding on for dear life now.

“Try flipping over.”

It takes me a three-point turn to flip over. I lay diagonally so my head is half hanging over the rope edge. I find a good spot so my nipples aren’t pinched in the diamond braid of the hammock.

Okay this is better.

I kick off with my toes in the sand and the hammock sways as salty air teases the hair hanging over my shoulders.

The breeze is gentle against my back, and downright tantalizing over my ass. I may not be a prude, but I’ve never been naked on a beach before.

I could get used to this. It’s liberating.

Our hammocks continue to sway as the sun sinks lower in the sky. Time is meaningless here, but if I had to guess by the clock of my world, it must be nearing seven p.m.

“You know what would make this even better?” I ask.

Kas hums his curiosity.

“A back rub.”

At this point, I’ve come to learn the boys’ love language and I’m a little greedy for it. A ho for Lost Boy attention. But whatever. It is what it is.

I know that Pan shows love by protecting me. Vane shows love by sharing his vulnerabilities. I know that Bash shows love by baking.

And Kas? He shows love with his hands.

When his hammock makes a loud groan as he climbs out of it, I smile to myself, my body already covered in goosebumps, anticipating his hands on me.

He starts at my shoulders, kneading gently at the muscle there, thumbs pressing hard against a few knots at the base of my neck. I can’t help but groan immediately like the needy little back-rub whore that I am.

Despite there being absolutely nothing sexual about his touch yet, I’m already heating up at the core. Any time the boys touch me, my body reacts before my mind can catch up. It wants what it wants.

Kas’s hands massage down my back, hitting a few tender spots that leaves me feeling boneless. When he gets to my lower back, I try to curl up to him, giving him my ass, baring my pussy to him.

But because he’s an asshole too, even if he’s the least asshole of the boys, he doesn’t give me what I clearly want.

He kneads my ass, spreading me, sending a chill down my spine and heat to my clit.

But then he goes back up to my shoulders.

I groan. He laughs.

“You said a backrub, Darling,” he reminds me, his deep voice full of amusement. “Did you want something else?”

“Of course I did. I always do.”

His laughter reverberates through his chest, but he doesn’t take my challenge.

This time, he lets his fingers dip lower so the pads of his fingers graze the sides of my breasts. My nipples are hard again, poking through the braided hammock. Again, he goes lower and lower and I arch my back, desperate for him to touch me between the legs.

But just when his fingers are trailing over the curve of my ass, he jumps to my calves.

“Come on.” I groan.

“Sorry, what was that? What would you like me to come on?”

“My face,” I counter, pulling another laugh from him. But when he leans over me to get my calf, I feel the thick ridge of his cock against my skin.

He may be playing hard to get, but there’s no way he’ll play for much longer.

With a gentle grip, he massages the muscles of my lower legs, then the tender flesh of my inner thigh. I curl my hands into the hammock, my pussy throbbing now.

I just want him to touch me, for fuck sake. What does a girl have to do?

I’m dripping now and I know there is a damp spot on my inner thighs when I spread my legs for him. “Kas,” I breathe out.

“Yes, Darling?”

“Stop torturing me.”

His hands leave my thighs and I whimper.

He comes around to the other side of the hammock, and massages my shoulders from above, this time with his hard cock very close to my face.

I adjust, getting a better angle, and flick my tongue out when he leans over. He hisses at the feel of my soft wetness on the head of his cock.

It’s no accident that he leans over further the second time.

I tease at him. He pulls back, then leans in again and I get my lips around the head of his shaft. He groans and shifts his hips forward, thrusting deeper.

I take him fully in my mouth as he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls, angling me for him. “You got greedy, Darling,” he says, fucking my mouth so I choke on him. “Go on then. You can take it.”

And I do. Or as much of him as I can.

Tears well in my eyes.

When he pulls out, I suck in a breath, burning, buzzing for more.

“Sit up,” he orders. “Straddle the hammock.”

I do as he commands, readjusting in the hammock so I’m sitting in it, legs dangling over each side, toes braced in the sand.

“Back more,” he coaxes, and I press my bareness into the ropes as Kas sits on the ground beneath me, facing my pussy. His breath is a faint tickle against my wetness. “You smell divine,” he says, snaking his arm up and around my hips, and the hammock, locking me in place.

Working around the braided rope, he kisses my pussy gently, slowly, and I moan, wiggling in my seat, desperate for more of his touch. He kisses me again, closer to my clit, but not close enough, and I’m buzzing with need now.

“Kas,” I whine and rock my hips back, trying like hell to get his mouth on my burning center.

“Be patient, Darling,” he says against me and slides his tongue down my wetness. I hiss out in pleasure and he kisses my clit, then flicks his tongue against it.

“I can’t,” I moan. “There is no such thing as patience with you, the way you torture me.” I squirm again, trying to get away, trying to climb out of the hammock and onto him, but he’s far too strong for me. I may have the shadow, but I share it with Vane. And Kas is a fae prince with the Neverland Life Shadow and so much muscle, he could give a marble statue a challenge.

I’m trying to contain my desire, trying not to let it overwhelm me. I want more of Kas and his touch, but I don’t want to race to the finish line, too greedy to fully enjoy it.

Breathing in, I focus on the crash of the waves and the cull of the seagulls. But then Kas sinks two fingers inside of me, reeling me back in, back to my body and the burning desire that is only growing brighter.

“Oh god,” I whisper. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. How much longer I can live in this pleasure without all of Kas. “Stop. Torturing. Me,” I plead.

His arm disappears and I spill forward, the hammock groaning as my weight shifts.

Kas lifts me up, causing me to yelp in surprise. Deftly, he spins me around and repositions me in the hammock so my legs are dangling over the edge. He comes in between my knees, forcing me wide for him. His cock is hard, veins bulging on the underside as he nudges inside of me.

He breathes out at the heat of me. “Fuck, Darling, I love being inside of you.”

“I want more, Kas,” I moan as he grabs me by the hips, controlling us both.

With the setting sun behind me, it highlights Kas in broad strokes of light sending deeper shadows over every taut ridge of muscle. He’s trying so hard to hold back, to torture me, maybe both of us.

The Neverland Shadow rises up, trying to take control, trying to gorge itself on the pleasure.

I know the second it’s come to the surface, because Kas breathes out, seeing my eyes go dark black.

“Fuck me now, Kas,” I tell him, my voice not entirely my own. “Fuck me hard and fast.”

I sense his own shadow writhing below the surface. It’s hungry too for something only Kas can give it.

I’m so wet, Kas finds no resistance as he plunges deep inside.

I gasp out. The trees overhead rattle from the force, the hammock straining.

Kas pumps into me and the hammock makes it easy for him, swinging me forward, then back.

Gods he feels so fucking good. The build up, his slow torturing, has me so close to the edge. I feel like I might descend into madness if I don’t have release.

Kas throbs against my inner walls with each pump of his hips.

I reach between us, rubbing my clit because I don’t think I can take another second of it.

“Can you take all of me, Darling?” he asks.

“Am I not already?” I swirl my fingers over myself.

“Not even close,” he says and then he sinks all the way in and pain radiates out through my midsection.

“Oh fuck,” he says on a groan, his balls snug against my ass.

Help me, I tell the shadow, because I want to take all of Kas, every fucking inch of him.

The shadow rises to my call and the pain immediately vanishes.

“Fuck,” Kas says again. “Fuck Darling, taking all of me like a good girl.”

“Fill me up,” I tell him, riding my wave of pleasure, so close to the peak. “Fill me with the cum of a prince.”

He grins down at me, smug as a prince can be, then shifts his rhythm, harder, faster, his fingers creating divots in my hips as he pumps into me.

My own pleasure rushes to the surface and I cry out, lost to it, the ecstasy blooming in my chest, filling every nerve with fizzy warmth.

“That’s a good Darling whore,” Kas says around gritted teeth just as he spills inside of me, his rhythm halting, his shoulders twitching. He pulls out, then slams in again, the head of his cock swelling at the deep core of me as another load fills me up.

I’m weightless, boneless, the bliss overwhelming me and I float off the hammock.

“Hang on to me, Darling,” Kas says with a hoarse laugh and I wrap my hand around his forearm, anchoring myself to him.

“Sorry,” I say as he leans into me, putting weight on my body to keep me down. “Sometimes I forget to keep my feet on the ground.”

The hammock sways as Kas puts a knee into it, bracing himself over me. He kisses me, a hand buried in my hair. The kiss is tender and warm and god I could get lost in his lips alone.

“You are divine,” he tells me.

“You are more divine,” I tell him back.

He laughs against my mouth, then pulls himself upright, his cock glistening with our pleasure.

“Come on. Bash is at the house making you something to eat.” Kas offers me his hand.

“How do you know—” I cut myself off, remembering that the twins share a shadow and can communicate telepathically, even over long distances. Vane and I can do the same, but we’re not as good at it as the twins are. They have that whole twin thing going for them.

“What is he making?” I ask and take his hand, letting him hoist me up.

Kas pauses, his attention wandering all the way up the beach, up the backyard and to the house where Bash must be in the kitchen. “Crab cakes,” Kas finally answers. “And fresh corn salad.”

I get dressed in record time, my stomach growling.

“It’s a good day, Kas,” I tell him as he follows me up the path.

“How so?”

“In another hour, I will be able to say I’ve been filled up by two fae princes. Could I ask for anything more?”

He laughs and seizes my hand as he comes up alongside me. He threads our fingers together, our shoulders brushing against one another. His hair is still loose, several strands drifting around his face.

“We, the fae princes, are always at your disposal,” he says with a wink.