I buried my face in his neck. I found the spot right above his collarbone, the one the cameras would see, and I bit down. I sucked hard, listening to him whimper, leaving a dark, undeniable mark. Just like he does to me.
“You belong to me,” I murmured against his skin, pumping my hand faster. “Let Jinx stand next to you. You sit with me. Say it.”
“Yours,” Cal choked out. “Fuck, baby, I’m yours.”
I twisted my wrist, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head. “Cum for me.”
Cal cried out, a broken sound, and shattered. He came hard, shooting hot and messy over my hand and onto the concrete floor.
I held him there as he came down.
“Jesus, Si,” Cal breathed, looking at the hickey in the mirror across from us. “You marked me.”
“Good,” I whispered. “Let them look.”
Wesat in a booth at a brightly lit pizzeria. Evan slid into the booth opposite us, slamming his phone onto the table.
“You won’t believe this,” Evan spat. “They just released the preliminary poster.”
“Already?” Cal asked, grabbing a slice of pepperoni, looking perfectly composed.
“Look at this travesty!” Evan turned the phone around.
The graphic was dark. In the center was Cal on the throne. Below him, me and Skye. And way in the background, a blur.
“I’m a smudge!” Evan yelled. “I’m background texture! You’re the King of Darkness, Silas is the Golden Prince, and I’m… ‘Vague Shape #4’!”
Cal chewed his pizza. “To be fair, giant, it’s a really good picture of me.”
“I hate you,” Evan groaned.
While Evan ranted, I took a sip of my soda. Under the table, I slid my hand onto Cal’s thigh.
Cal didn’t look at me. But his hand dropped under the table, covering mine. He laced our fingers together, squeezing tightly.
“They should have used the one with Jinx,” I murmured.
Cal turned his head, smirking. “Nah. I like the throne one. Reminds me of what we’re going to do later.”
I felt a blush creep up my neck.
“King of Darkness,” I said. “Has a ring to it.”
“Prince of Pouting isn’t bad either,” Cal winked. “Eat your pizza. You earned it.”
Theroom was dark, lit only by the orange glow of the streetlights filtering through the heavy curtains.
We hadn’t turned the TV on. We hadn’t even unpacked. The second the deadbolt clicked shut, the playful banter from the pizza place evaporated, replaced by a heavy, inevitable gravity.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
“You meant what you said?” Cal asked quietly. “About being afraid I want… easy?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “It’s hard not to think it.”
Cal cupped my face, tilting my chin up. “The world doesn’t know what this feels like. I don’t care about easy. I care about this.”
He leaned down, kissing me slowly. It wasn’t the frantic, possessive kiss from the locker room. It was a promise pressed against my lips.
