Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

I stood near the back wall, completely invisible, and watched Killian. He was surrounded by a thick crowd of cheering fans, hockey teammates, and photographers. Victoria Sterling stood right by his side, her hand resting gracefully on his forearm as if she belonged there. Killian didn't look bothered at all. He effortlessly slipped right back into his role as Toronto’s golden hockey captain. He smiled perfectly for the cameras, signed jerseys for screaming girls, and answered every reporter's question with absolute confidence. Looking at him now, so cold, perfect, and completely out of reach, a painful lump formed in my throat. I began to question whether the vulnerable, desperate man who ha

I told him, throwing a bit of praise his way. Yates smirked, a familiar cocky glint returning to his eyes. "Well, I happen to be the captain of the varsity hockey team. Who wouldn't like me?" "Good question," I murmured dryly. "And then, of course, there’s you," he added, his voice dropping an octave. My brow furrowed. "Me?" "You completely like me too, don't you, Gwen?" he challenged, a knowing grin on his face.

"Proud makes my job hell. Headlines turn. Captain gone rogue. Golden boy dead." "Golden boy died right," I replied. "New captain wins different. Tell media that. Cold. Ready. Unafraid." Christian sat back down. "Cold sells less. Fans liked nice guy. Now they question everything. Interviews from old coaches. They say this is not the Evan they knew." "Not the same Evan," I answered. "Grew up. Saw too much. Fights when needed. You spin growth story." "Growth from punching faces," Christian said. "Hard sell. League might add games to suspension. They hate captain brawls."

Despite the fact that winters in Cametra were freezing, the pool was heated, and a young man was currently in the middle of a splash-off with a gaggle of girls. Sat by the pool with an ashen expression, was none other than Hooked Nose! He waved a hand at Wilbur and the team leader, waiting for them to come up to him before saying, "So, you're the guy who took down eight of my men and called me, right?" "That's right," Wilbur replied calmly.

Heat rushed to my face, followed by a wave of ice that settled deep in my stomach. “No.. Not him… He can't be here, not after what had happened in the past.” I tried to convince myself. Ward Bennett, and the man who had once held my heart in his hands and then crushed it without a second thought. The golden captain who had promised me forever and ever. The same man who had vanished from my life in the most public, humiliating way possible. Three long and painful years of rebuilding myself from the pieces he had left behind. Three years of ignoring the pitying looks, the gossip, that I had been nothing more than a publicity stunt.

My pussy is still leaking his cum. He steps back and looks at me. His dark eyes travel slowly down my body — the collar at my throat, my heaving chest, my marked thighs, my glistening cunt — and something dark flickers in his expression. Killian opens the cabinet and pulls out two items. The first is a thick red candle, already burned down partway. The second is a pair of gleaming silver nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. He holds them up so I can see. So I know exactly what's coming. He smiles — dark, satisfied, and full of wicked promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Killian’s POV “Do I know you A.J Lowell?” “No Captain.” I kept staring at his giant back as I walked off the ice rink. The head helmet didn’t give me enough opportunity to gauge his expression but he just called me Alpha. He definitely knows that I am a werewolf and Silverfang pack leader at that. Was he a spy or something? “Captain, do you have something to say to our new intake? You have been staring at…his big butt…I mean back.” Scott, one of the team members said beside me.

Killian paused, his eyes moving to the four boys tickling their nanny. He couldn't help but notice how she laughed and interacted with his sons. Happy and carefree. Her smile was… “Mr. Grafton? Mr. Grafton? Is your network unstable?” Killian snapped out of his thoughts. “My apologies. I'll carry on. The contract for the Huksul project has been approved. I have it right here with me…” Killian paused as he looked at the cover of the document on his table. A stick figure man was holding a woman, and underneath the drawing were the words, MUMMY AND DADDY!.

My dazzling mate exited the house, headed to the backyard where we sat. Even after the many years, his voice alone brought a smile to my face. The sparks had yet to fade even in the slightest. A smirk was carved into his chiseled face as his silver eyes were locked onto my own. "Funny, Killian. I don't think it would suit your niece!" Kira snapped, and I giggled at the two of them. There were times when Killian and Kira reminded me of Asher and Brandon. The boys shouted a chorus of, "Dad!" and rushed to meet Killian.