Page 15 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

LILAC

" Y ou were right."

Callum tilts his head, brushing a damp strand of hair off my forehead. "About what?"

I hesitate, because I’ve already tried to bring this up once. I decide that I have to try, and then whisper, "About us needing to be closer. If we’re going to convince everyone this engagement is real, we can’t just be pretending in public. It has to be believable. Even in private."

His eyes darken, but not with lust. With restraint.

"Bambi," he murmurs, voice hoarse, "you don’t know what you’re saying."

"I do," I say, forcing the words through the ache in my throat. "My parents always get what they want. And eventually, they’ll find someone else for me to marry. Someone like Vincent. But right now, it’s you. And I don’t want my firsts to belong to someone else."

He stills.

His jaw flexes.

"Unless you don’t want?—"

"I was honest with you. I don’t want to hurt you," he interrupts, voice sharp, low. "And I don’t think I can control myself with you."

My stomach flips. Not with fear. With something exciting. Something that makes me tremble for a different reason.

"Maybe we should set rules," he says softly.

I lift a brow, not really understanding where he’s going with this. "Rules?"

I don’t know what he’s thinking about, but all he can do is nod before he says, “Rules for when we’re alone, and rules for when we’re not.”

I’ve made it my mission to give him a hard time in the past whenever he’s bossy or pushy, but right now... I actually really like the way he’s being with me.

His mouth curves slightly, just the ghost of a smirk. But the weight in his eyes is all seriousness.

"What do you have in mind, cowboy? Me wearing a beekeeper outfit so no one can look at me?" I ask, a teasing smile on my lips.

He frowns, and then his expression turns into the cutest pout. "Actually, yes, that sounds like a great idea."

I roll my eyes and smack his chest lightly. Despite the shitstorm around us, I feel lighter. Safer. Like everything might actually be okay.

Callum steps closer, his fingers reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress. "We'll figure everything out later. You’re covered in blood. Let me help."

I nod.

He undresses me slowly. Carefully. Like each inch of skin he reveals is something that he doesn’t ever want anyone else to see.

When I’m bare in front of him, he doesn’t touch me, not yet. Instead, he whispers, "Tell me a secret no one else knows."

I swallow. My chest tightens.

"My parents hate me," I say. "They always have. I’ve never felt like I belong anywhere. Not with them anyway."

His hands glide up my sides, over my ribs, until one settles around my neck. It’s not tight, just firm, keeping my attention on him.

"You’re beautiful. Stunning, actually. But that’s not a secret. I’ve told you that I didn’t hook up with the girls on campus like everyone thinks I did. I also told you that you were my first kiss, but I want to make it clear to you that I’m a virgin. I’ve never touched another woman."

My mouth falls open.

He chuckles. "Don’t worry, baby. I know how it works. When the time is right, I’ll make sure you’ll never forget it."

"Why?" I ask softly. I wonder if it’s because of the scars on his back.

But he dips his head and brushes his lips across my shoulder.

"Because the only girl I couldn’t have needed me to protect her. And I couldn’t do that if I was occupied elsewhere."

Emotion catches in my throat. I don’t get to ask him what he means, because he’s already lifting me off the counter and carrying me into the shower.

The hot spray hits us as he sets me down on my feet.

Callum washes every inch of me, careful but thorough.

The blood is gone within minutes, but I feel gross.

Even though everything is kind of a blur, it doesn’t escape me that he’s intentional with where he touches me.

He lathers shampoo into my hair and massages my scalp until I feel like I’m melting under his touch.

He’s so hard, but he doesn’t act like he notices.

But I do. I want to reach out and touch it, feel it in my hand.

I think that he might turn the water off and end whatever this is, but he surprises me by sinking to his knees.

His mouth finds my pussy, his tongue moving with devastating precision. He licks me like he’s starving for it. Like he’s memorizing the taste of me. My thighs shake. My hands grip his wet hair. And when I come, it’s with a loud cry of his name that echoes off the tiles.

Callum groans, and the sound is deep and raw. When he stands up, my eyes drop from his abdomen to his cock. It’s thick and veined, and it’s so hard that it looks painful. The tip is flushed and leaking, and it presses hotly against my stomach.

Our size difference makes me feel impossibly small when I look up at him, lips parted, chest heaving. I reach between us, my fingers brushing over his length. He’s hot and pulsing.

The second I wrap my hand around him and stroke once, twice, and then three more times.

Suddenly he shudders rather violently and spills.

“Fuck, baby,” Callum groans. He can’t get any more words out as his cum paints my belly, warm and thick, and I gasp because I wasn’t expecting that to happen so quickly.

Callum watches his cum drip down my belly toward my bare pussy for just a moment. Then drops to his knees again. He scoops his cum up with his fingers and rubs it over my pussy.

"Callum—" I breathe, legs shaking.

He pushes two fingers inside me, spreading the cum deep inside of me.

"Stop," I whisper. "I’m not on birth control."

His eyes blaze with something I don’t recognize. "I know you’re not, baby," he growls. "My cum belongs inside of you, Lilac. I don’t want it wasted. I want it filling you up. Marking you. Claiming what’s mine."

His fingers thrust deeper inside of me."You feel that? That’s me inside of you already. You’re going to take my cock next. Every inch. And when I finally fuck you, it’s going to be raw and deep and messy because I won’t be able to stop."

His mouth hovers over mine.

"I’m going to breed you, baby. Make sure no one ever doubts who you belong to. You’ll be mine in every way." My core clenches around his fingers. My legs threaten to give out again as I cum. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to feel how tight you can get for me.”

He holds me while my legs shake from the intense orgasm he’s just given me. It’s only when I can catch my breath that I sink to my knees in front of him. I look up at him, mostly because I’m afraid I’m going to do this wrong. But I want to do this. I want to taste him, so I take him into my mouth.

He groans when I wrap my lips around him. I lick and suck until he’s shaking above me. My name falls from his lips like a prayer and his hand cups my cheek gently before his fingers find my neck, circling, feeling me swallow as I suck on his cock.

"I can tell you want to go faster," I whisper, looking up at him with wet lashes. "Fuck my throat, Callum. Take what you need."

He growls, grabs the back of my head, and drives forward.

He holds my neck, firm but never cruel, guiding me as he thrusts into my mouth.

I gag. My eyes water. And he groans like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

When he finally comes again, thick and hot down my throat, he pulls out and pants, "Let me see your tongue, baby. Let me see my cum on your tongue."

I obey, showing him, before making a big show of swallowing it. I don’t know why that came so naturally to me, but it did. It’s like I know what he wants without him having to specify.

Callum has one arm out, bracing himself against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

I push myself to stand up and he pulls me to him, burying his face in my neck for a moment before he steps out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist. I turn the water off and he’s already wrapping me in a towel and holding me steady as my legs give out.

He scoops me up and carries me into his bedroom and lays me down on the bed.

I should be nervous. I should be thinking about what happens when this ends, but instead, I feel safe.

He turns the light off and climbs in behind me, removing both of our towels and tossing them to the floor before he spoons me close.

His arm wraps around me, his hand cupping my breast.

He groans softly. "I need to stop or I won’t be able to. I’m obsessed with your body, Lilac. I don’t think you understand just how perfect you are."

His hand slides down to my hip, then back up, kneading my breast again.

"I like when you touch me," I whisper. "And I can’t say that about anyone else."

Callum flips me onto my back without warning and latches onto my nipple, sucking hard. His other hand plays with the other breast, his fingers rolling my nipple.

"I could do this all day," he mumbles against my skin. "There isn’t a time I see you, no matter where we are, that I don’t imagine tugging your top down and sucking on you just like this."

My hand slips into his damp hair, my other brushing down the smooth plane of his back.

He stiffens when my fingers skim the scars there.

"You’re beautiful too, Callum," I whisper. "You don’t have to tell me anything. I’d never push you."

Callum relaxes under my touch.

Then he returns his attention to my breasts, kissing and sucking like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do in his life.

"I’m going to do this all night even if you fall asleep," he murmurs.

I smile, legs parting when he nudges my thighs, indicating he wants them open. He lies partially on top of me, his abdomen presses against my bare pussy and the sensation is wonderful. I shiver when his tongue begins teasing my nipple again.

"Mmm," I whisper as my eyes flutter shut. "It feels good."

And I fall asleep with my brother’s best friend, the only boy I’ve ever wanted, sucking on my nipples, and running his finger through my hair like he never wants to stop.