Hook's Pan (21 page)

But Alice needed her now, and with love, she knew, sometimes the road to getting there was bumpy and riddled with holes. Some choose a difficult route, and still others didn’t realize they’d had it until it was gone.

She’d known from the very beginning Trishelle would be difficult, because of her past. Because of how love had grown to be a thing considered vile and tainted in her mind. This was a time when blind faith was called for, Miriam had told her truth and it was up to her now to hold fast. Hook and Trishelle were fated to be and she’d believe that and hold tight to that truth with all her heart. In the end she knew it would be all right.
 

“Then it is here we must part, dear Trishelle. Hook is able to travel between lands, even to yours. When the time comes for you to leave he will take you. You can find happiness here, with him. But I will not push, because that is not how love works. I wish you all the best. And now,” she inhaled deeply, very content even in the face of Trishelle’s obvious confusion, “I’ll return you to the Jolly Roger, I’d imagine Hook has grown slightly insane by this point.”

Trisha laughed and looked around at the empty stretch of the Never Sea below her. “I doubt it, he sure didn’t try to find me. Peter couldn’t have taken me that far.”

“Peter took you very far, my dear.” She pointed to the land mass floating away in the distance. “Tink designed that home for them, she hid it deep within the air kingdom, only one of them can find it. No matter how much he might have looked, he would never have found you there.”

Then turning into the wind, Danika flew toward the ship. Trishelle didn’t talk again, she simply grabbed onto the net and stared straight ahead and Danika’s smile grew wider because she saw what Trisha denied. Anticipation glittered in the depths of emerald green eyes, whether the girl admitted it to herself or not she was more than fond of the villainous Hook.

Whistling softly to herself, she nodded.

Miriam had been right after all.

Hook tore into his hair, frantically stomping the length of his deck from one side to another. They’d sailed to Chief Flying Eagle’s camp, who’d denied seeing Pan in some time, next he’d traveled to the Western realm of Kingdom, neither the trolls, nor the dwarves had seen them. The only part of Kingdom left unexplored was the Seren Seas and the cloud realms. The sea because they would never welcome Peter, the clouds, because it was so vast it would be near impossible to find anything or anyone within it.

“Captain,” Smee tapped his shoulder.

“What?” he snarled, twirling on his heels.

He grabbed his skull. That Pan would dare to take her from his ship made rage boil inside him like molten lava. Hot and thick and vexing, making him feel reckless and wanton with a passion for violence. Wanting a moment’s privacy he marched to the stairwell, intending to head back to his cabin, to see if there was anything he might have over looked. Also, he was afraid if he opened his mouth once again he’d say something he regretted, and Smee did not deserve that.

“But, sir,” Smee said quietly, following him down, “Callum has spotted something from the crow’s nest. A small object moving at a great rate, carting a glittering pink bundle.”

Glittering pink, Danika’s colors.

Relief washed through him. “Thank you,” he gripped Smee’s shoulder and then brushing pass him, ran back up the steps.

The moment he was back on deck he saw her. Danika was just turning to go back, when she gave him a two-finger salute, opened up a slice of blue in the sky and disappeared quickly within its fold.

He just stood there, not sure what to do. So many emotions swirled inside him at the moment. Impossible, thick ones. The need to grab her up, to make absolutely certain she’d come to no harm, the need to roar his fury to the heavens and curse Pan to the bitterest depths of Davy Jones’ Locker.

She sat in the middle of the netting, long, lean legs outstretched before her, the spider silk gown covering her body, but barely. Leaving very little to the imagination. Her wild mane of blonde hair curled becomingly around her perfect pixie features. She looked a siren the way she sat and in that moment reminded him fiercely of Talia, hair wind-blown and skin pinkened with a seductive flush. That was when he became aware of the others.

“Back to work!” he snapped at the men who’d turned to look her over, lascivious greed glittering in the depths of their hard, cold eyes. All but Smee returned to their duties.

“Trishelle,” he said with a voice grown hoarse from so much yelling. The moment of mute numbness passed, he walked up to her and held out his hand.

When her small one slipped in his, he could finally breathe again. Disturbed by the depths of his reaction, he scowled. She stared at the ship with a blank look, then said, “Can we go back to your room? I don’t feel like being around anyone right now?”

She didn’t want to be around anyone, and yet she wanted him to go with her? The thought made him warm. Nodding, he held her hand as they walked back to their room. When he opened the door, she gasped.

“What happened in here?”

The sheets had been ripped off the bed, the curtains were on the floor, books were strewn all about. He’d torn the place in two during his search for clues.

Smiling, she patted his arm. “Aww, Hook, did you do this for me?” Her green eyes glinted with laughter and his lips twitched. Stepping inside, she looked around again. “Did you happen to see a gown before you worked the room over? Sirenade gave me a gift and I tucked it into that dress, I really don’t want to lose it.”

He shut the door behind him. “The gown is hanging in the closet, and what gift did she give you?”

She spread her fingers. “A little seahorse.”

“If she gave you one, she must truly like you. Those are her familiars. It is a great honor.” He wondered whether Trishelle realized how quickly she beguiled those around her? Drinking her in, he looked over her body, making certain Peter hadn’t hurt her in anyway. The only reason why that boy still lived was because she was here with him now, had anything happened…none would have been safe and Danika couldn’t have stopped him this time.

“I sort of thought it might be.” She smiled. “It’s good to see you again.”

The region of his heart both heated and went soft. He couldn’t understand why, but in the short time he’d been around her, he’d come to enjoy her presence. “I tried to find you. I scoured the globe.” He took a step forward.

Her lashes fluttered and a soft smile graced her full lips. “You’re just saying that because I gave you great sex.” She laughed and again he felt like they’d never been apart.

He’d spent nearly all of an entire day searching for her, not understanding why he was so obsessed with finding her, knowing after tomorrow she’d leave and that’s what he wanted too. It truly was, he’d grown to enjoy Trishelle, but he never wanted to open himself to the possibility of such crippling pain again. After today, he knew the possibility of it happening with her was strong.

He did care. Too much. But she was here now and he’d enjoy it for however long they had. “You did at that.”

He grinned, taking another hesitant step forward.

“Hook,” she whispered.

“Yes?”

She stepped toward him, the flame of the gaslight on his wall flickered in her eyes. Suddenly the room felt hot and cloying, crawling with tension and snapping with sexual heat. His body responded with a rush of blood.

“I hate that boy,” she whispered.

And just like that the taut mood broke and they were laughing. Taking the final steps to him, she jumped into his arms. He wrapped her in his embrace, careful to not let his hook pierce her flesh, and then she was kissing him. Her hands were in his hair, her scent of roses clung to his nostrils, his pores, so that all he could smell, see, taste, touch…was her.

Her lips were hungry, moving over his with a passion to rival his own. Growling, he slid his tongue deep into her mouth and her tiny mewl of response spurred him on. Somehow he tripped his way over to the bed.

All the need came back then. The fury of losing her, of wanting to rip into that boy, of fearing what Pan would do to Trishelle…he poured it all into his touch, nipping and suckling on her lower lip until she was nothing but a boneless heap in his arms. Tumbling onto the bed, he held her against him. She giggled when they fell, tossing the hair out of her eyes as his limbs tangled up with hers.

“I don’t think I can be gentle this time, little bird.”

“Lucky for you,” she nibbled the corner of his jaw, making his gut clench and his cock hard, “I feel the same way.” Then she was tearing at the laces of his shirt, slipping her cold little hands inside and massaging and scratching whatever parts of him she could get her nails on. “I want to ride you, Hook,” she murmured against his lips, before licking it.

His head swam, his thighs shook, and all he could do was croak in response. Then her hands were on his pants and she was deftly undoing his laces.

“Take this awful dress off me,” she panted in between kissing his lips, his eyes, his throat.

Using his hook, he tore it down the center.

She shivered, breathing hard, and stared at him while he stared at her. “You have beautiful breasts.” His voice resonated with the longing he felt. Her nipples were puckered and pointing toward the ceiling and all he wanted to do was suckle one.

Her smile was sultry, but also sweet and an image exploded in his brain of just where he’d like that mouth to be. He wanted her to ride him, to use him, but the relief he felt in having her back let him know this went deeper than satisfying his lust.

Framing her face with his hand and hook he said, “I know who you are. Who you really are.” Staring deep into her green eyes he wondered why he hadn’t thought them as gorgeous when he’d first seen them as he now did. “I see you, Trishelle Page.”

She didn’t say anything, but he knew she understood. He wasn’t with her because of who she represented, he was with her because she was exactly who he wanted to be with.

Then she was moving again, riding her center on his thigh, and all he could do was groan because she was so hot and wet and in that second he didn’t care if it was his last second alive, there was no where else he’d rather be, and no one else he’d rather be with.

Cupping her breast, he growled, letting her take the lead. Do whatever she wanted.

“I’m going to explode if you’re not in me now,” she panted, then started tugging him free of his pants.

Fire wracked him, made him shake when she took him in her hand and began to stroke.

“Do you like this, Hook?” she teased, stroking harder and faster, making his pulse go crazy and his vision hazy.

He wasn’t sure if he mumbled anything intelligible, too hard to think when there was so much pleasure. All he could do was close his eyes and hiss, jerking and gasping as the heat spiraled like a rocket through his very core.

“I can’t wait, can’t wait.” She nuzzled his neck then she was guiding him to her moist entrance. The pleasure was going to kill him, he just knew it. Squeezing her waist, he shoved in, hard.

She gasped, then moaned and started rocking harder, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from his soul. Clamping her lips to his she massaged his tongue with her own until he was drowning in the taste of her strawberry tongue.

She filled his head, made him dizzy and breathless with the need to imprint himself on her soul. How could he let her leave? Why would she still want to? Didn’t she realize this wasn’t normal? What they had, what they shared, it was more…deeper than mere sex. This was passion at its rawest form and so rare he knew he’d do anything to keep her.

But now wasn’t the time for words. Because it was all about this, this moment, her body and his becoming one. Rolling her hips on him one final time, she screamed his name, shuddering above him and for a second he wanted to take back his promise. He wanted to pour his seed inside, claim her, mark her, make her his.

The pleasure was overwhelming, but at the last instant he withdrew. Howling as the passion gripped him, forcing the seed from his cock.

It took a full minute before either one of them could speak.

She laughed. “Wow, that was—”

“Miraculous,” he supplied and she just giggled harder.