Ouat Captain Hook Novels & Stories

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

"And if you are going to surrender your sweetness in this penthouse... if you are going to let us touch you, kiss you, and ruin you for any other man... you need to learn the rules." "What rules?" I whispered, completely hypnotized by the sheer intensity of his icy blue eyes. "Hierarchy," Elijah commanded softly. He raised his right hand, his long, strong fingers gently grasping my chin. His touch was firm, possessive, and warm against my cool skin. "I am the captain of the Golden Trio. I lead Chase and Karius on the ice, and I lead them in this house. If you are going to share your affection with us, Cassy, I claim first priority. Always."

Chuck's boys loudly roared their answer. "NOOOO!" A savage grin appeared from the captain's face as he raised the can gripped by his hand. "We have the skills, the drive, and most importantly, the gentlest goddess behind us waiting for us to deliver a victory to her. Now, you dumbasses and bastards, are we going to fail her?!!!!" "NOOOOOOOO!!!" They once again shouted. "Very good!"

she said, “what this is doing to this program?” “I know what it looks like” “I don’t care what it looks like, Mr. De Santis, I care what it is, and what it is, is a viral clip of my hockey captain assaulting a player from a rival school with no explanation, no context, and no comment from you, which any PR consultant on the planet will tell you is the single worst way to handle a scandal.” She said the word scandal like it tasted bad in her mouth. “The board wants you suspended for the season. Ashford’s alumni are talking lawsuit. Do you understand what that means for this program? For your scholarship? For every kid on that roster whose season now hangs on whether the public decides you’re

His chest rose, his brows drew together in a deep frown, and he ordered me with authority. "Down, Aurora." Obeying him, I dropped to my knees. My gaze landed on the obvious bulge straining against his pants, and I didn't hesitate to touch it. "My God! What's happening to you, Captain?" With a wicked smile, he tilted his head back and exhaled deeply. His voice trembled as he answered, "The same thing that's happening between your legs right now, so undo that knot before I throw you to Tiger." My touch drifted over his hard muscles again, disturbing everything inside him. I spoke gently while smiling.