Page 16 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

CALLUM

I wake up with my face pressed to Lilac’s chest, her heartbeat thudding softly beneath my ear.

Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this calm in my entire life.

The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the fan over the bed that I keep on year round just for the noise and the soft breath passing through Lilac’s lips.

Her skin is warm under my cheek, her nipple still pebbled from the cold air, or maybe from my mouth last night.

My scars are out in the open, nothing covering me.

But I’m not thinking about that. I’m thinking about how soft she is. How perfectly she fits beneath me.

I press a kiss to her breast, then another, and when she doesn’t stir, I gently suck her nipple into my mouth, careful not to wake her. I could do this forever. Just taste her like this. Feel her body move gently with each breath. Like she’s mine.

Because she’s always been mine.

I let my fingers trace shapes over her ribs. Lazy circles. Ghosts of flowers and hearts, our initials. I could map her like this forever. My lips graze her collarbone, and I breathe her in. Something about being able to do this with her makes my chest ache.

She stirs eventually, stretching, and her fingers slide lazily through my hair.

“Good morning, future wife,” I murmur against her chest, a grin tugging at my lips.

She laughs, and she sounds so sleepy. “You’re really committing to the bit, aren’t you?” she asks me.

I lift my head to glower at her, playful but firm. I point at her when I say, "This isn’t a bit."

She blinks, still waking up, but then her eyes fall to my left hand. She grabs it, her smaller fingers curling around mine.

“You’re wearing an engagement ring too?” she asks, a hint of surprise in her voice. But there’s a smile playing on her lips, and I know she likes it.

She turns my hand over, tracing the band with the tip of her finger. "You really thought of everything, didn’t you?"

“Damn right,” I say. “I want everyone who sees me to know I’m yours, and more importantly that you’re mine.”

Her expression softens. She strokes my cheek with her thumb, cupping my face like she’s so fucking comfortable. Like she’s been doing this for a million years. I lean into her touch without shame.

“I’m a taken man,” I repeat quietly. “And I want everyone to know it.”

Lilac leans up and kisses me. It’s soft, sweet, and just fucking perfect. And then she says something that guts me.

“I’m so thankful for you, Callum Grey.” I groan, because I can’t take the way she says my name like that, like I matter, like I’m not a goddamn wreck of a man.

So I kiss her harder. Deeper. My weight presses her into the mattress, and my mouth finds her breasts again. I suck her nipples, one at a time, worshipping her as she sighs.

She’s everything. My first crush. My obsession. My girl.

I never stood a chance.

“I have hockey,” I mutter reluctantly, dragging my lips from her skin. “Practice starts in less than an hour.”

She brushes her fingers through my hair. “I need to shower before class.”

I pin her down when she tries to pull up into a sitting position. I’m not quite ready to end this, so I kiss her. Then I slide my hand down her belly.

“No, you don’t need to shower,” I whisper. “I pushed my cum inside you last night. I want it to stay there. I want to know I’m inside you all day while we’re apart.”

She gasps when I rub her clit, her back arching off the bed. Her thighs tremble as I push two fingers into her soaking pussy.

“Callum—”

“I’m treating you the way I would if you were really mine, Lilac. Full on. No holding back. This is what I want.”

She bites her lip, eyes wide, but she nods.

And I lose it.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl. “So fucking perfect. So sweet and wet and mine.”

I press my thumb to her clit, fingers thrusting in and out of her slick heat. Her body is trembling under my touch. Her thighs clench around my hand like she never wants me to stop. I lean down and press kisses along her jaw, whispering how good she is, how beautiful she looks when she falls apart.

“You take my fingers like you were made for them,” I murmur against her neck. “No one’s ever going to get near this pussy. You hear me? You’re mine, baby.”

She moans and nods, barely able to speak. And I lose myself in her all over again.

“You’re the only one who knows, Lilac,” I breathe.

“The only one who knows the shit I want. The things I crave from you.” I slide my fingers deeper inside of her, curling them just right until she gasps.

“I want to fuck a baby into you,” I whisper.

“No one will ever see you like this. I’m going to fill you up over and over until you’re round with my baby and everyone knows who made you that way. ”

Her pussy clenches again and I groan, almost losing it at the way she squeezes my fingers.

“You’d look so fucking beautiful pregnant, bambi. Swollen with me. My good girl. My perfect fucking girl.”

She cries out as her orgasm crashes through her, shaking beneath me, breathless and wrecked.

I don’t stop. Not until her hips are twitching and she’s gasping for breath. My fingers are soaked with her, her scent thick in the air. Then I lean down, kiss her neck, and hold her close.

“I’m going to have eyes on you all day,” I whisper. “While I try to figure out who’s behind all this shit. And then I’m going to make arrangements for us to visit your parents.”

Her fingers curl into my hair, and she can’t find her voice. I’m proud of the fact that her legs are quivering from what I just did to her.

“I’ve got you, bambi,” I say. “No matter what.”

Because she’s mine.

And I’ll burn down the fucking world to keep her.

Coach Kavanagh’s already grumbling before we’re even halfway through warm-ups. “You move like geriatrics in a blizzard! Christ, get your legs under you!”

Hayden smirks beside me. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the fucking bed.”

Tristan skates past and mutters, “He’s always like this after a loss.”

“He’s like this after a win. Or a nap,” I add, dodging the puck one of our teammates slaps across the ice.

We circle back into a drill, and I can feel the edge of Hayden’s glare.

“I forgot I’m mad at you because you proposed on the same day I proposed to Madi,” Hayden says, flicking a puck directly at my chest.

“Didn’t realize you had the monopoly on dramatic gestures,” I fire back, hip checking him before I sober my face, trying to convey that what I’m about to say isn’t a joke. “Lilac’s parents are still trying to force her to marry that dipshit, Vincent,” I add.

Tristan shakes his head. “Why don’t you just skip to the end of all the bullshit and elope? That’ll get them off your back.”

I snort. “It’s more complicated than that.”

Hayden shoots me a look, but he must realize that I don’t wanna get into it because he asks, “What’s all this bullshit about people getting killed on campus? They had that figure skater hauled out of here and hushed up so quickly. Literally, no one is talking about it.”

I shrug. “I’ve got Ramsey looking into it. I have some connections to the Moretti family. They have their hands in every fucking thing. No one’s heard anything solid yet.”

Tristan huffs. “Well, we had like one week without someone trying to kill us, so I guess we’re back on schedule.”

Coach blows the whistle. “Vale! That’s three goals in a row you’ve missed. It’s like you don’t want to be here.”

Tristan doesn’t even blink. “Very observant of you.” He flicks his hand dismissively, and I see the look of surprise on Coach’s face. His mouth hangs open before he throws his clipboard and blows his whistle. We’re desensitized to it though, so no one even plays attention to the high-pitched noise.

After another round of passes, I skate up beside Tristan, panting. “You look like shit. Are you not sleeping again?” I’ve been so wrapped up with my girl that I haven’t really been present in the house like I usually am.

He glares at me but doesn’t answer.

Hayden huffs and shoots a puck into the glass. “Why don’t you just let Winter sleep in your room? It’s the only thing that helps you, and you’ve already?—”

Tristan throws his gloves off and slams Hayden against the plexiglass, gripping his jersey.

“Don’t fucking talk about her,” he snarls. “Or what I was forced to do to her.”

Hayden shoves him back, but he doesn’t hit him. His jaw is tight, but his hands stay low. He’s holding back.

I step between them, shoving a hand on each of their chests.

“Hey. Enough,” I bark. “She wants to help you. Fucking let her, man. It’s killing her watching you walk around like this.

You don’t have to fuck her if you don’t want to, and you do want to.

I don’t care what bullshit you spew. Just let her sleep in your room instead of making her wrestle you in the middle of a night terror. ”

Tristan shoves away from us, storming off the ice.

Hayden calls after him. “Think about it. You’re gonna hurt her one of these times, and you won’t be able to take it back.”

Tristan doesn’t turn around. He ignores our coach yelling for him to get back in front of the net and disappears into the locker room.

I exhale hard.

“Dramatic children,” Coach mutters. “All of you.”

After practice, I peel off my gear and grab my phone.

One unread message from Lilac.

Dear future husband, you should’ve let me shower this morning. Sincerely, wet panties are uncomfortable.

My cock throbs instantly.

I glance down, bite back a groan. Jesus fucking Christ. I type back to her with one hand:

When I see you tonight, you better have them on. And they better be full of my cum, future wife.

I hit send, then type out another message.

I miss you.

My finger hovers over the delete button.

She’s just going along with the sexual stuff because she needs me. Because she’s curious. Because I ruined every date she ever could’ve had, and now I’m her only option.

I suck in a sharp breath.

Then I send it anyway.

Because fuck it.

I’m in too deep and I’m never letting her go.

And I do fucking miss her, so much it hurts. Now that I’ve had a taste of Lilac, nothing will ever be enough.

I’ll always crave her, and no matter how much she gives me, I’ll want more.