Chapter 9
HAWK
M y control snapped.
“You feel that?” I growled against her lips, rutting my cock up between her thighs so she could feel the thick length of me through my jeans. “What you do to me?”
“Callum,” she whispered, dazed and needy. “I can’t?—”
“You don’t have to do anything but feel, baby.”
My hands slid under her thighs, lifting her easily. I turned, carrying her to the bed in two long strides and dropping to my knees at the edge. I set her down gently, then I tugged the dress off, exposing her soft skin. Her bra followed, and my breath locked in my lungs.
She was fucking perfect. Full, heavy tits tipped with dusky pink nipples already hardened from arousal. A soft belly that would soon be growing with our baby. And those sexy as fuck legs quivering as I stood over her, taking her in.
When I couldn’t wait another second, I leaned down and kissed her throat, her collarbone, then trailed lower until I could wrap my lips around a flushed nipple and suck hard.
Her back arched, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I lashed the tight bud with my tongue while her fingers tightened, digging in.
Then I switched to the other, and she cried out.
“That’s it,” I rasped. “Hold on, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Callum…”
“Say it again,” I growled, pulling back enough to watch her face.
Her lips parted. “Callum.”
Hearing my name in her soft, breathy voice went straight to my balls.
I fisted the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—sweet, earthy, and unmistakably aroused. And fuck, she was drenched.
“You’re so wet already,” I rasped, my voice rough with need. “That for me, baby?”
Cheeks flushed, she nodded and tentatively parted her legs a little farther.
My smile was wicked as I winked at her. “Good girl.”
I made her come with my fingers first. One, then two, curling deep inside her while my mouth worked her tits again. She came with a gasp, trembling under me, her thighs clenching around my wrist as she fell apart.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I fought for control. When I opened them, Gemma was staring up at me in a daze, her chest rising and falling fast.
“You’re untouched.” It wasn’t a question.
She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”
Pride and something primal surged in my chest. I braced my hands on either side of her hips. “Then listen close, Gemma. Because I’m only going to say this once.”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“This is mine. Your body. Your mouth. This sweet little pussy.” I slid a finger between her folds and groaned when it came away dripping with her arousal. “It all belongs to me now.”
Her lips parted, and her brown eyes darkened. A breathless sound escaped her, a whimper and a plea rolled into one.
I lowered my face between her thighs and ran my tongue along her seam, groaning at the taste. “Fuck…knew you’d taste like heaven.”
She cried out and fisted the sheets in her hands as her hips arched off the bed. I flattened my tongue and licked her again, then latched onto her clit and sucked hard. She screamed in ecstasy.
“That’s it. Let go, baby. I want it on my tongue this time.”
She trembled, thighs shaking, and then she shattered, moaning my name. I licked her through it and drank her down like a man starved.
Only then did I stand, unzip my jeans, and strip off my clothes. My shaft was thick, heavy, and leaking precome.
Gemma watched me, wide-eyed, her mouth forming a little O. When her gaze dropped to my cock, she gasped. “Oh…” She shook her head. “I can’t—Callum, you’re?—”
“You can,” I growled, crawling over her until she was pinned beneath me. “You were made for me, Gemma. This pussy? It’s mine. Say it.”
“I—it’s yours,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
Her throat worked. “It’s yours, Callum.”
“Damn right, it is.” Then I smirked. “Don’t worry, baby. You were made to take me.”
The head of my dick pressed against her slick entrance. I paused, closing my eyes for half a second, fighting for control.
My cock twitched, ready to plow into her untouched pussy, but I forced myself to breathe.
Then I pushed in. Slow. Steady. Watching every flash of emotion on Gemma’s face.
She bit her lip, eyes shining, but didn’t look away.
I groaned when her tight heat clenched around me like a vise.
Inch by inch, I filled her until I hit that barrier that marked the end of her innocence. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
“This part’s gonna sting,” I murmured. “But I’ll make it better real fast. Promise.”
She nodded, barely breathing, pupils blown wide.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” I grunted. Then I thrust forward with one hard snap of my hips, burying myself to the hilt as her cry echoed off the walls.
Her nails bit into my back, and I stilled, staying deep while she adjusted. My breath was ragged against her neck. “You’re mine now,” I told her roughly. “And that means this is the only dick you’ll ever have. I’m the first and the fucking last. You understand me?”
“Y-yes.” The pain was finally clearing from her pretty brown eyes.
“No going back now,” I growled. “You feel that? You’re full of me, baby. Stuffed so tight you can’t take another inch.”
She relaxed slowly, hips tilting, legs wrapping around my waist. Then she whimpered, and her hips rolled slightly. “Please.”
I fucking lost it.
I started to move, slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in. The stretch, the heat, the feel of her clutching me like her body didn’t want to let go. Fuck, it was better than anything I’d ever felt.
“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” I growled, driving in again.
My thrusts were deep and had her crying out with every stroke. I pinned her wrists above her head, grinding against her with every pump of my hips.
“Mine,” I snarled against her mouth. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Yours,” she choked out.
“That’s right. My good girl. Gonna put a baby in you. Breed you. Fill that pretty belly with my kid.”
Her breath hitched and her whole body arched under me, caught in some perfect storm of pleasure and surrender.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasped, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher. “Like knowing I’m gonna fill you up. That I want you knocked up with my kid. My baby in your belly so every motherfucker knows you belong to me.”
Her inner muscles spasmed, and she moaned.
“You want it?” I demanded, my hips pounding into her faster now. “Want me to come inside you? Breed you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Callum, please.”
I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against hers as I drove deep again and again, claiming her body in every way I knew how. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans turned desperate.
She screamed my name, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched so tight I nearly saw stars.
The sounds of her pleasure sent me into a frenzy. My rhythm turned brutal, slamming into her again and again. Her moans blended with the slap of skin and the growl in my throat.
“One more,” I demanded. “Want this pussy to take every last drop.”
That was all it took to send her over the edge again, calling my name as she spasmed around me.
That was it. All I could take.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grunted. “I’m gonna come.”
I grabbed her hips and pinned her down, before I drove into her one last time and exploded with a roar. I buried myself to the root as I spilled deep inside her, my entire body shuddering, my hips jerking as I emptied everything I had into her tight little pussy.
“Take it,” I grunted. “Take every drop, Gemma. That’s my seed in you now. My mark. You’re mine. Stamped. Owned. Bred.”
She whimpered, clinging to me, and I held her tight through every aftershock.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, caging her with my arms, careful not to crush her. She was panting, her body slick with sweat, and her eyes dazed.
I kissed her slowly, then brushed her damp hair back from her face and whispered things I never thought I’d say.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect, baby. So good. So sweet. So mine.”
She shuddered and held me tighter against her.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured, cupping her cheek with one hand.
She nodded weakly, a soft smile curving her lips. “That was…more than okay.”
“Damn fucking right it was,” I grunted, making her giggle, which made me smile.
I eased out of her slowly, then scooped her up and rolled us onto our sides, pulling the blanket up over us. She curled into me immediately, her head on my chest, hand over my heart as her breathing turned steady, and she drifted off.
I held her, one hand stroking her back, the other tangling in her hair. I lay there for a long time just staring at the woman who’d turned my world inside out. She was the future I’d never wanted. Until now.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was already gone for her.
In too deep. Obsessed. In love.
And there was no line I wouldn’t cross to keep her safe.
No sin I wouldn’t commit.
No man I wouldn’t bury.
Because she was mine.
And I never let go of what’s mine.
I’d protect her with everything I had.
And destroy anything that dared come close.