Page 29 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

CALLUM

I carry my girl up the stairs in one arm, using the other to open the bedroom door like I’ve done this a hundred times.

And maybe I have. Maybe I’ve dreamed this exact moment so many times it’s seared into muscle memory because it feels like I’ve been doing this forever. Her soft body tucked against mine.

I’m in the mood to ravage her. There’s a clock ticking in the back of my mind because Caiden wants to meet at two for whatever fuckery he’s got up his sleeve.

I don’t know what kind of mess I’m walking into with that, but the worst part is going to be waking Hayden up to let him know he’s also been summoned by the devil of Castlebrook Falls.

I don’t want to focus on that though, because I still have plenty of time to worship every inch of my girl.

Her parents and brother seem to have backed off, and since the lights went out in the arena the other night, we haven’t had anything else.

I’m not naive enough to think whoever killed Lilac’s teammates and Ryan are going to go away.

But I know we’re safe here, and I’m being selfish because all I want is to pretend like everything is right in the world, and be with Lilac.

She’s quiet as I cross the room and lay her on the bed, but she’s watching me like she can see every filthy thought crawling through my head.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, voice just a whisper because I know she likes that. I’m already hard as a fucking rock for her, and I don’t think she’ll ever understand just how she gets to me.

She lifts a hand and strokes the side of my face like she’s memorizing it. "You’re handsome, you know that?"

My chest tightens. It shouldn’t hit as hard as it does, but it does. Because it’s her. Because she means it. Because I never needed to hear those words until the second she said them.

Lilac’s fingers trace down my neck to the place where my tattoo covers the scar. She lets her fingertip glide over it. "To the grave, cowboy. I don’t want to live in this world without you." She murmurs.

That does it.

"Watch it, baby," I warn, leaning in until my forehead brushes hers. "Or I’m not gonna make it to the bed before I sink my cock inside you."

She blushes hard, and fuck, it just makes me even harder.

She’s mine. Every soft gasp. Every wide-eyed look. Every sweet little sound she makes when I push her too far, when I stretch her out on this bed and make her forget her own name. Tonight I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

Her motherfucking cowboy.

I dump her on the bed with a playful growl and drop to my knees in front of her. My fingers wrap around her ankle as I start unbuckling her shoes.

"You know, for someone with no relationship experience, you sure know what you’re doing," she teases.

I smirk up at her. "What can I say? I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time, baby."

I slip her shoes off one by one, tossing them to the floor before pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle. Her breath hitches, just enough that it has to let her know how much I need this. How much I need her.

My hands trail up her calves, deliberately slow because apparently I want to torture us both. When I reach the hem of her dress, I hook my fingers beneath it and push it up, exposing the soft, pale skin of her thighs.

"Fuck," I murmur. In fifty years, I’ll still feel this way: gobsmacked by the hold she has on me. "You have the smoothest skin." I don’t have anything to compare it to, but if she told me she was made of satin, I’d believe her.

She squirms, biting her bottom lip, and I grip her thigh, my hand spanning the width of it as I ease her legs apart.

"Look at you," I whisper, brushing my mouth over the inside of her thigh. "Spread out for me. So perfect. So fucking pretty."

I kiss a path up, slow and possessive, and feel her fingers curl into the sheets.

"You don’t even know, do you? How obsessed I am with you. How many nights I’ve dreamed about being between these legs. About tasting every inch of you. About making you scream my name until your voice gives out,” I tell her, breathing the words into her skin.

She moans, soft and needy, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I kiss higher, my mouth claiming her inch by inch.

"Let me show you," I murmur against her skin. "Let me make you feel what I can’t always say."

Lilac gasps, instinctively trying to close her legs, but I press my hand firmly against her inner thigh and growl, "Don’t hide what’s mine from me." This is a little game we like to play, and I fucking love it.

I groan, kissing over the front of her panties, letting my mouth linger and breathe her in. The scent of her makes me dizzy. I keep one hand splayed wide across her thigh, anchoring her open, while my other hand reaches up to grope her tits, squeezing gently like I can’t get enough of her softness.

My face presses deeper into the damp fabric, lips brushing her through the soft white lace. I’m fucking starving for her, and I think I always will be.

"Can I taste your pretty pussy, baby?" I ask, smiling against the fabric, and then push my tongue against the exact spot I know will send pleasure coursing through her.

She moans, her hips bucking up, body trembling. But that’s not enough. I want to hear her say it. "Answer me, Lilac," I rumble against the heat of her, my mouth still pressed to her panties.

"Please. Yes. Please," she breathes out, already lost to me, begging, aching.

Exactly how I want her.

I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and drag them down slowly, savoring the way she squirms under my touch. Her skin is flushed, her eyes glassy with lust for me and only me. I press a kiss to her mound before spreading her open with my fingers.

"Fuck, baby," I groan, leaning in and flattening my tongue over her clit. She jolts, crying out, and I grin against her like I’m a psycho. "My fucking mouth waters just thinking about getting to taste how sweet you are.”

Lilac is already so wet, so soft, so perfect. I lap at her slowly, letting my tongue learn every inch of her, letting her show me what makes her fall apart. When she starts moaning louder, her hips rising to meet my mouth, I know I’ve got her.

My dick is throbbing in my jeans, but I don’t care. I could stay here forever. Eating her. Worshipping her. Drowning in her. I groan again, sucking her clit harder, and her hands fly into my hair, tugging, anchoring.

I’m so fucking gone for this girl and now that I have her like this? There’s no going back.

I keep licking, her hands tight in my hair, her hips starting to jerk like she can’t handle it.

She cries out for me and I feel her get wetter on my tongue.

She comes hard for me. I know it. I feel it.

Taste it. And I know I’m the reason for her pleasure.

The second the realization hits, my cock jerks in my pants and I groan into her, still licking, still devouring her like I’m absolutely starving.

Pleasure zings through me so fast I almost see stars. I’ve never felt this kind of high. I’ve come in my pants just from tasting her, from hearing her whimper my name. This is what it means to belong to someone. To need someone more than air. To fucking love them so much it hurts.

I wait for her body to stop trembling beneath my mouth before I finally pull away and stand up. I’m not even close to being done with her. She’s flushed and glowing, her chest rising and falling fast. Lilac Fairbanks will forever remain the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

"You look fucking unreal right now," I murmur, voice thick with emotion.

I reach for her hands, pulling her up gently so I can lift her dress off and toss it to the floor. She lets me tug the blankets down and then crawls under them, burying herself deep into the fluffy pile of pillows and quilts.

I chuckle, watching her disappear like she’s burrowing into a safe place where only I can reach her..

I check the time on my phone. I have a little time before I have to meet Caiden, and I’m going to use every fucking second of it.

I strip out of my shirt, pants, and the boxer briefs I just came in. I run a hand down my cock as I walk over to the dresser and grab my mask. I fully intend on chasing her through the graveyard with this thing, but that’s not possible until we figure out who has been threatening her.

I flick off the lights and slip the mask over my face so the only light left in the room is the pale purple glow from the eyes and mouth.

Lilac’s eyes are already closed, her breathing even.

She has no idea what’s coming next. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she realizes what’s about to happen.

I watch her chest rise and fall under the covers, unaware of what’s coming, and that’s enough to make my cock throb with need.

I lift the blanket and her eyes fly open, pupils dilating the second she sees me.

My cock jerks when she gasps. I don’t speak because this is part of the game. I just reach down, grab her by the ankle, and yank her to the edge of the bed. She squeals, breath catching, her body jolting like instinctively she’s unsure whether to submit or try to escape.

Exactly the way I want her right now.

I can’t wait. I need to feel her gripping me. I push two fingers inside her, checking if she’s ready to take all of me. I know she’s soaked from my mouth, but I’ll use any excuse to push my fingers inside my girl. My eyes roll back when I feel how wet she still is. Wet for me. Only for me.

"I can’t be gentle right now," I rasp, finally speaking. I love the fantasy of this whole thing, but I need her to understand how unhinged I feel right now and that I’ll stop if she wants me to. "I need to fuck you, baby. I need you."

I hear the desperation in my own voice, and I don’t even care. Because it’s the truth. When our eyes meet, the look I see there tells me everything I need to know.

She wants this. She wants me .

Lilac spreads her legs for me and that’s all it takes.

I grab her thighs and push them further apart, lining myself up and sinking into her in one long, deep thrust. Her pussy swallows me whole and we both cry out in tandem.

"Fuuuck," I groan, my eyes rolling back. I lose every ounce of control as I start thrusting, rough and fast, driving into her like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

Because I have.

My hands find her tits, squeezing as I move inside her, watching them bounce with every thrust. I’m having a hard time not talking.

The silence should add to the experience of the mask, but I just want to praise her, tell her how good she’s taking my cock.

I can’t get enough of this girl. I’ll never get enough.

She moans beneath me, body arching, nails digging into my arms, and I growl as I reach down, rubbing her clit with one hand while my other hand clamps down on her hip, holding her exactly where I want her.

I'm ruining my own game in a way, because I can’t do it. I need to speak to her. "Come for me again, Lilac. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Come on, baby. Let go for me."

I thrust harder, faster, needing her to fall apart before I do. Needing to feel her lose it all over me. Because nothing in the fucking world compares to this.

Lilac cries out, coming all over my cock.

Arching back on the bed as if she was made for this, made for me.

I’m still pumping inside her tight body and the sight of her would be enough to push me over the edge, but she does something that makes me lose it.

She reaches up, her hand shaking from pleasure and she caresses the mask just the way she would my face.

That’s it. I come deep inside of her, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in multiple times until I collapse on her, her arms instantly coming around me to hold me to her.

After a moment, I lift up long enough to take the mask off and to move her up on the pillows before I lie between her legs again, pushing inside of her much more gently this time as I stretch out on top of her, savoring the way her body welcomes me.

I nuzzle into her neck, trying to balance my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her.

“I can’t wait for the graveyard, cowboy,” she whispers, and it almost sounds like she’s half dreaming.

Her breathing slows, her chest rising and falling beneath mine in a steady rhythm that grounds me.

I press a lazy kiss to her collarbone, then another to the curve of her jaw.

Her arms wrap tighter around me in her sleep, like even unconscious, she knows I’m hers.

I stay inside her, not moving, not needing anything more than this.

Just the tight, perfect fit of her wrapped around my cock, the sound of her soft breathing in my ear, and the heavy thrum of peace beating against my ribs.

My hand glides along her thigh under the blanket, palm wide open and then closing possessively, holding her close like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need in this life.

Because she is.