“Stir it slowly,” Drakon said as he handed me the spoon.
I took the spoon from him, my fingers sliding over his, and he inhaled sharply. I looked down and saw his cock straining at his breeches.
“Go on then, I've got it,” I said as I slipped in front of him, acting as if I was getting into position to stir the food while I rubbed against his erection.
“Dear fucking gods,” Drakon groaned, his hand going to my hip briefly, and pulling me back against him.
“Drakon!”
Fucking Straton, always ruining my fun.
Drakon left, and I started stirring the food, contemplating why I, a woman formed by the hands of gods, always seemed to have the worst luck with men. I took the pan off the fire, and eavesdropped on Straton telling Drakon and Akylas that they couldn't get involved with their ward; I was blessed by Dionysus himself, and he had given me to them to protect, not fuck. I heaved a huff and headed toward the back of the kitchen, where a trap door led to a tunnel which led above ground.
I'd had enough of this bullshit. Maybe I could meet a nice Indian boy.
Chapter Three
“You do need to learn to fight,” Tinker Bell said as she fluttered along beside me. “But there's something even better that I could teach you.”
“Yeah, what's that?” I turned to face the pixie.
Tink was a little fairy, but she had a huge heart. She took us around the forests of Neverland and introduced us to the Indians. She showed us where we could find food and shelter, and had a whole flock of friends that watched the forest for us, warning us whenever the Captain and his crew came around.
“I can teach you to fly,” Tinker Bell whispered.
“To fly?” I asked in excitement. “Really?”
“Yes, it's easy.” She tossed her platinum blond curls over her shoulder. “All you need is a little pixie dust and some positive thoughts.”
“Positive thoughts?” I frowned at her. “Like I can control my thoughts.”
“You absolutely can.” She did little somersaults before me, blinking her massive green eyes. “I will teach you.”
“Not right now, Tink,” I said as we approached the Indian village. “I'm looking for a man.”
“A man?” She canted her head. “But you have five of them back at the tree.”
“And Straton won't let any of them be with me,” I huffed. “I just want a little love, Tink. Is that too much to ask? I'm lonely.”
“They all think very highly of you, Pan,” she said sweetly. “I'm sure they'll even love you in time. Why are you lonely?”
“I want more.” I sighed and sat on a mossy boulder. “I want affection... intimacy.”
“You want to have sex!” Tinker Bell declared in epiphany.
“Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “But that's not all; it's just the most urgent of my urges.”
“You want sexy love.” She nodded sagely. “Love that makes men write poetry and music. Love that makes people dumb.”
“Yes, exactly!” I declared. “Now you understand! I want dumb love.”
“Oh, then tell them that,” she suggested. “You are the most beautiful woman on this island, and they live in the same tree as you. You can have them all if you want.”
“That was my thinking precisely,” I said. “But Straton is stubborn.”
“Positive thoughts will help,” Tinker Bell said. “Trust me; the only way to circumvent stubbornness is to show it how to be happy. Focus on your true emotions, the love and loyalty you can show them, and then the rest will follow.”
“Focus on love and loyalty?” I scoffed. “All Straton wants me to do is train.”
