Page 25 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

CALLUM

L ilac stops me when I go to close the passenger door of my truck.

"I have to tell you something,” she says, and I can hear the worry in her voice.

I brush the back of my hand down her cheek, watching the way she instinctively leans into my touch. "Tell me, baby."

She hesitates. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her sleeve. "When the lights went out... I think my brother grabbed my hand. Someone was trying to pull me with them."

Rage snaps through me so fast it makes my vision blur.

I grip the top of the doorframe to ground myself.

Lilac leans forward, pressing her palms to my chest, trying to settle me.

"The person who’s been targeting us, whoever it is, they sneak in, do what they came to do, and leave.

They’re calculated. I don’t think they’d try to grab you with that many people around.

I’m betting you’re right that it’s your brother. ”

Her voice trembles. "I’m afraid to be away from you now. Because if he had gotten a better hold on me... you would’ve never known what happened to me."

I nod, my jaw tight, chest heaving. She doesn’t know just how much I watch her. There’s a coldness creeping through me that I haven’t felt since I was a kid. I know I need to come clean about some things. I can’t protect her fully if she doesn’t know what I’ve done for her.

"Put your feet in, baby," I murmur. "I’m going to tell you some things you need to know. You might be mad at me, but I did it for your safety."

She gives me that confused look, the one where her brows pinch and her lips part slightly. But she listens. She always listens to me, and I know that’s because she’s put her full trust in me. She tucks her legs inside and I shut the door.

I walk around the back of the truck, running a hand through my hair to stall. Not because I’m nervous, but because once I say what I need to say, there’s no going back.

I get in behind the wheel, reach over, and lay my hand on her thigh. The contact steadies me. It always does.

"Where are we going?" she asks, sliding closer to me just the way I like.

"Somewhere we can be alone," I answer, squeezing her leg as I pull out of the parking lot.

I drive us across campus, taking the long way to avoid the crowds still scattering from the arena and whatever is going on over by the main quad.

It looks busy as hell, and I just want to be alone with my girl.

I could take her home, and we could snuggle up under the covers and watch movies or whatever she wanted to do.

I love that, I really do. But there’s something about being in this old truck with her in a secluded place that is unmatched.

It feels like we’re the only two people left in the world, and sometimes that’s a fun fantasy to have.

Lilac doesn’t say anything, but I feel her eyes on me.

Like she knows whatever’s coming next is big.

I pull into the old cemetery behind the east wing of Castlebrook.

It’s a place most students avoid, which is exactly why I’m here.

The gates creak as I roll past them, and the truck rumbles under us.

Statues of angels cry marble tears. Moss-covered tombs scatter the property in the most strategic, yet chaotic fashion. It’s gothic, eerie, and perfect.

No one will interrupt us here unless Adam decides to show up again, and I don’t think he’s dumb enough to do that. I really would kill him, and there are plenty of places to hide a body around here.

I park the truck beneath the weeping willow, killing the engine as I recline my seat slightly. I pat my lap. "Come here, bambi."

Lilac doesn’t hesitate. Instead, she climbs into my lap, straddling me, her knees bracketing my hips.

"What’s going on?"

I stroke her back slowly, curling one hand into her hair and letting the strands slip through my fingers. I breathe her in because she calms me.

I might as well rip the bandaid off, because I don’t know how else to tell her all of this.

"Not too long ago, someone was after Madison, which made all of us at the house targets.

Some things went down that will never come to light.

I was involved because of my friendship with Hayden. Same with Tristan."

Her brows knit as she listens, but she doesn’t say anything.

"Remember the night you showed up at that bonfire and I carried you out, and you were all mad at me?" I reach up and stroke the side of her face. I don’t miss those days when all I could do was bark orders at her instead of what we have now.

She scoffs lightly, her fingers playing with the collar of my t-shirt. "Yes. You could be such a jerk sometimes."

I grin. "You liked it. That’s why you always showed up where I was. So I’d take you home."

She huffs, but the way her lips twitch tells me I’m right.

"I’ve looked out for you for a long time. And when I took you home that night, a group of people attacked everyone at the bonfire."

Her mouth falls open. "I’ve never heard anyone talk about it."

My hands drop to her hips, steadying her as she shifts on my lap. My body responds, and I groan. "I’m never going to get all of this out if you keep moving on me like that."

She laughs. "You are such a guy."

I grab her hips tighter and kiss her hard, biting her bottom lip before pulling back. "Yes. I am."

She waves her hand dismissively, because she’s engrossed in my story. She asks me, "Was anyone hurt?"

"They might have been, if I hadn’t come back and had my gun after dropping you off,” I tell her, running my knuckles under her chin. I can’t help it, she’s fucking beautiful and I’ve deprived myself of touching her for so long.

She gasps, eyes wide. I slide my hand up her stomach, over the swell of her breast, and move up and around to curl my fingers around the back of her neck. I massage there, just wanting to make her feel good in any way I can.

“What else happened?” She asks me, her eyes rolling up when my fingers dig into the sweet spot on her left shoulder.

"When I realized how much danger you could’ve been in if I hadn’t made you leave that night, I lost my fucking mind, Lilac.

I really did. I knew that because of my affiliation, you could have been made a target.

When Hayden and Tristan asked Ramsey Blackwood to put trackers in Madi and Winter’s necks, I had him put one in you, too. "

Her entire body stills.

Her lips part, eyes searching mine. "When?"

I exhale through my nose, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I chloroformed you while you were sleeping. He inserted the tracker. I stayed with you until I was sure you didn’t have a bad reaction, and then I snuck out before you woke up."

She goes quiet, and it feels like my heart is going to crack my chest open because it’s beating so hard.

I don’t know how she’s going to take what I’ve just told her, but at least it’s out in the open and there are no more secrets. I’ve never needed anything the way I need her to still want me after this.

"You did all of that just to keep me safe? When we weren’t even…" she trails off, like she’s trying to understand the garbled mess I've just laid in her lap. To me it’s pretty simple though, and I’d do it again if presented with the same situation.

I shake my head, gripping her hips again.

My thumbs stroke slow circles against her skin underneath the jersey she’s got on.

"No. I did it because you’re mine, Lilac.

You always have been. And I needed to make sure that you were okay.

I wouldn’t have been able to bear it if something happened to you.

I needed to be able to see where you were at all times. "

She nods, not saying anything. Her eyes start to glisten, and my heart drops into my stomach.

For a split second, I brace myself, thinking she’s going to pull away from me because I’ve severed the trust she had in me.

My worst fear other than losing her is that she’s going to hate me for what I did.

I don’t think I could handle it if she looks at me like I’m a monster.

The ache in my chest is a slow, twisting burn.

When the tension is too much and she doesn’t say anything, I ask her, "Are you mad at me?" I ask softly. "I can’t say that I’m sorry because I’m not. I’ll always keep you safe. And at the time, I didn’t see another way to do that."

Lilac shakes her head no, but still, I brace for just a second, thinking she might pull away. I worry that this is where she tells me I went too far. But instead, she leans in and kisses me gently, then wraps her arms over my shoulders and buries her face in my neck.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Callum." I feel her press her mouth to the column along my neck before she says, “I’m sad it took us this long to be able to talk openly to one another, but I could never be mad at you for doing what you thought was best to protect me.”

I hold her tighter, breathing her in, hoping like hell she knows I’d do it all over again if it meant keeping her safe.

Her lips brush my jaw. Then my cheek. Then my neck. "Let’s make up for lost time," she whispers. "I could’ve been dead tonight. I want to be with you as much as I can."

"Lilac—"

"Please," she breathes, her mouth warm against my skin. "I said please, cowboy."

Her hands are already on my belt, fumbling. I help her, pushing her jeans down and off, my own pants following. My cock springs free, hard and twitching the moment the cool air hits it. She doesn’t have to do anything. I’m always ready for her.

I reach between her legs, pull her panties to the side and slide two fingers inside her. "Fuck. I’ll never get over how tight you are for me, baby."

She moans, her hips rocking forward. She wants my fingers deeper. She wants more than my fingers can give her now that she’s felt my cock at full hilt inside of her.

I thought maybe once I had her like this, once we finally crossed that line, I'd feel sated. Like I could breathe. But it's been the opposite. I swear I'm more addicted to her than ever. I want her every second of every day. And when I can't have her, all I can think about is getting back to her.

I withdraw my fingers and line her opening up to the head of my pulsing dick.

Just before I pull her down on top of me, she whispers, "Do you have a condom?

" She glances toward the glove box. "I know we haven’t been using protection, but we’re only going to be lucky for so long. Do you have anything?"

I wrap my hand around her neck, gently but firm, tilting her chin until she’s looking at me. "I’ve never bought a condom in my life, bambi. Because I’ve always known that you’re the only woman I’m ever going to be inside of."

I lift my hips, pushing just the tip into her wet pussy, and she gasps. Her tight, warm walls stretch around me, and my breath hitches because she feels better than anything I’ll ever experience in this life or the ones after.

"The only place I want to cum is inside you. That isn’t going to change,” I grit out the words and then ask her, “Is that okay, baby?” She nods, breathless, and that’s all I need from her.

I pull her down fully on top of me. She winces at the stretch, and I cradle her face in one hand, brushing her hair back. She whines for me, and I swear that undoes something feral inside of me.

"I know, baby. I know. You feel so fucking good for me. You’re perfect." I start to move, slow thrusts meant to help her adjust. I don’t know how long that will last though, because I’m already pulling her down as snug as I can. I suck in a sharp breath at how far inside her I am right now.

"Do you feel that, bambi? Feel how deep inside you I am right now?"

She nods, whimpering as she clutches my shoulders as I pick up the pace. I can’t help it. I know it’s hurting her, but I physically cannot stop thrusting my hips up and bottoming out like I’m meant to do.

"I’m sorry. You’re so good for me,” I whisper, and I feel how wet she gets when I praise her. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard."

I can’t hold back much longer.

I lean in, mouth brushing her ear. I want to turn her on with my words, make her clench around me just imagining the scene I'm going to set for her.

"I want to wear my mask with you. I want to surprise you with it. I want to see the look in your eyes when I chase you through this cemetery. I’m going to pin you down in the dirt and take everything I need from you. "

Her breath catches as I reach down, and I start rubbing her clit, circling slow and steady.

"Does that sound good? Do you want me to stalk you? Chase you until you don’t have anywhere to go except closer to me?

” She cries out and I know she’s close, but not quite there.

“Cum for me. Come on, baby. Let go for me. "

She moans, and I bury my face in her neck, grunting as I spill inside her. "You’re too good, bambi. I couldn’t hold off," I growl the words because I wanted to make her come first.

I stay buried deep as I start rubbing her clit again.

I feel my girl shiver when I use my other hand to lift her jersey and the little tank top she has on underneath it.

Her tits are perfect, and I dip my head.

I don’t hold back, sucking on her nipples, lavishing her with my mouth as I grind my hips up into her again.

"Let go, baby. Give me what I need. Cum on my cock. Come for me,” it’s nothing short of a plea leaving my lips.

“Callum,” she pants, grinding down on my cock while my fingers work on her pretty little clit. Lilac’s legs begin shaking, her pussy clenching around me.

She’s so fucking close. I lean back, letting her press her mouth against my throat, right on my scar as she finally jumps over the edge and comes for me.

I feel her melt against me. My big hand slides over her back, down to her ass, pulling her closer.

"I never want to be anywhere else," I whisper. "I just want to be like this, deep inside you."

I kiss her cheek.

She leans back just enough to meet my eyes when she says, "Thank you for always being here when I need you."

I stroke her face with my thumb. "I’ll never let anything happen to you."