Pixie Love(Pixie Series 1-Completed)

Pixie love III

Tink

"Turn around, you pervert!" I yell at him and put on his jacket that was sitting on the armchair. But he doesn't turn around, he does the exact opposite. He stares at my body and walks towards me, making me panic even more. What is he going to do to me?

"Stay away from me!" My voice is higher than usual, adrenaline running through my veins. This is the first time a man has seen me naked and I didn't want him to be the one. Why is this happening with me?

"That coat never looked so good." He whispers against my ear and walks past me, opening the door to his wardrobe. He pulls out a turquoise gown and hands it to me. All this time I struggle to understand what's his game now while being totally embarrassed by the fact that I was naked in front of him. He seems very calm about it, tho'.

"Put this on and let's eat!" He says and walks through the arcade door leading to his dinning room. I put the gown on and slowly walk towards the table in my bare feet.

"Exquisite!" He says and winks at me.

"You knew?" I ask him, still processing everything.

"I saw you shifting in the woods. I'm pretty sure nobody would recognise you in this form 'tough. It's very difficult to study your face when you are that little and move around so fast." He says with a boyish smile on his face.

"I heard you..." i tell him while studying the food. Is he trying to drug me? My hands start shaking from fear. He's been after Peter for so long. Does he plan to use me to get to him?

"You did! How's your wing now?" He asks me and points towards the food for me to eat, but I look away and refuse to answer.

"Eat, love! You must be hungry." He says licking his lips, a gesture that i find myself mimicking. What the hell?

"It's healing now." I look away from his eyes again and place some food on my plate. If he's eating it, it can't be poisoned, right? I grab a bite and it tastes delicious. So juicy and fresh. Peter may be a man of many talents, but he's a terrible cook.

We eat in silence, mostly because I am famished and the pain in my wing is kinda draining all my energy. He continues to study me carefully during the entire meal, sending smug smiles my way. I soon find myself quite comfortable in his presence, given the situation, but that lasts only until he unbuttons his shirt. My cheeks burn red when I see him, and a current runs underneath my skin.

"Such a hot night, right?" He asks with that smug smile on his face, making me blush even more.

"Don't do that, love!" His new endearment for me makes my heart beat a little faster every time he says it. What is he doing? What is this?

"Do what?" I ask him and play with my fingers in my lap.

"Don't blush! You might be petite...you might look like an 18 year old... but damn! you're making it hard for me!" He says and looks away smiling to himself.

"What do you mean?" I ask him confused. I am literally his prisoner! How can I make it hard for him?

"Why don't we get some sleep? It's almost midnight and you need to get well so you can fly me out of here." He says and pulls away the curtains to his huge bed.

"You want me to sleep there?" I ask and he just nods his answer.

"And where will you sleep?"

"Next to you, of course." He says and my breathing stops. My entire body warms up with this anxiety of sleeping next to a man. Does he know how weird this all feels? Of course he does! He is using this to torture me! He says he wants me to fly him away from here, so he won't hurt me, right? Also, it's either here, with him, or below deck with the rest of the crew, tied to a pole.

"Here!" He hands me a silky strappy nightgown and turns around. "You can change into that. As much as I love that dress on you, it's too warm to sleep in it."

I decide to stop making this harder for myself and change from the turquoise dress while his back is turned. It feels weird and yet so thrilling to have him in the same room while I change. It's so intense! It makes my blood run faster and my entire body feel hot!

Without saying another word, I gently climb on the bed and pleace my head on the pillow. He doesn't turn around, just slowly unbuttons his shirt and takes it off while still not facing me. Then he undoes his belt and pulls his pants down, remaining just in his underwear. I find myself speechless at all his actions. I've known Hook for twenty years but right now, it feels like I'm discovering a new man and I don't know how to quite feel about it. He finally turns around and I get to look at his slender body. He is not the bulky tipe. His abdomen is very well defined but his body is slender overall, except for that bulge in his briefs. I should be screaming from the top of lungs and fearing him once I saw his huge erection, but I quickly look away from him and hear a soft chuckle from his side. He climbs on the bed and looks into my eyes while placing his head on his pillow.

"Good night, love!" He says and then closes his eyes, leaving me with the struggle to calm down my heart.

"Good night!" I manage to say and then turn on my right side to sleep so I don't hurt my wing.

I can hear his breaths slowing down as he drifts to sleep and I follow him listening to the sound of his breathing.