Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 13: Welcome to Hell

No.

My eyes widened in shock and rage, 'Never!'

'Oh, I like it when you fight back,' Pan grinned maliciously, 'It makes things more exciting. It gives me a chase. It makes the knowledge that you'll be screaming my name and submitting to my every desire all the more enticing-'

'-I would never-!'

'-because regardless of what you think now, you will submit. Sooner or later... Everything will be the way it was before.' It made me curious, how it wasn't just eternal life Pan wanted, it was the freedoms that come with it. He missed me.

'Never!' I repeated, spitting out the words furiously.

And suddenly he was nose to nose with me. Before I could even register what happened or protect myself, his hands encircled around my arms and pushed me backwards. I struggled to stay on both feet as I was roughly pushed back into the tree behind me, gasping.

'You don't really have a choice,' he hissed, ducking his face to my lips.

I held my breath, afraid to move, as Peter tilted his head to the side, his grin brushing my lips. Seductively, he whispered against my mouth, so that it tickled against my skin, 'Where did your fire go, Tig? Have you been overcome already? Pity.'

As his head shook from side to side, I was snapped from my stupor.

Abruptly, I began to thrash wildly, straining against his hold on my arms as my nails raked at his ribcage. I heard Peter's chuckle through the roaring of blood in my ears as his hands slid to my wrists, pinning one arm behind my back with our combined body weight, and holding the other beside my head. Peter thrust his hips against me, using his weight to hold my body immobile to the wall.

Realising that I was trapped, my eyes widened and my pulse rushed. I took in a deep breath, preparing to scream his bloody ears off for all it was worth, but Peter's gazed darkened, noticing my intake, and dropped his head to my lips.

I screamed into his mouth as he pressed his lips furiously against mine, muffling my voice. His lips were rough, stealing my breath as I struggled to breath through my nose, something not accomplished easily when Peter's face was smashed to tightly against mine, as if he couldn't contain it any more, his carnal desires getting the better of him.

I jerked my head from side to side, trying to shake off his kiss mainly to take in air again before I passed out, but I only broke away long enough to gasp before his long fingers gripped my chin and pulled my lips against his once more. My eyes were still wide open in shock, as Peter released a feral growl into my mouth.

This wasn't happening.

I was dreaming.

I was having the worst nightmare of my life, which included the ones of my father and of Oliver.

And then Peter's tongue thrust past my teeth and into my mouth. My body seized up in shock, as he moaned rubbing his tongue against mine. He ground himself against my hips, thrusting his tongue deeper.

I hissed as he fastened his teeth on my lower lip, another growl escaping his rough mouth. He sucked it before releasing and instead began to press his lips against my jaw bone, kissing me passionately.

I had never felt Pan's lips against my in this way. I had kissed Malcolm before, but not with Peter's appearance, and never with his sense of dominance and cruelty. Malcolm had loved me.

I gasped for air, breasts heaving, pressing into his lower chest. He stroked his tongue rapidly along my neck like an animal. I struggled to free my hand from behind my back, but Peter merely pressed himself harder into me, shoving a knee between my legs and lifting me upwards from the ground slightly.