Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 87

Abbie POV

I was never drinking again! My head felt like it had been crushed in a vice, and my mouth felt so dry.How do people drink every day? This was horrid. I don't understand how Liam and the Kingmanaged to be alcoholics. I felt like death as my eyes fluttered open.

Yet instead of being in bed with Tyson, I was staring at the empty bed. Lifting my head, fingers traildown my spine and make me shiver when I use my hands to push up so I can look around. Only Ireplace I am laying on top of Gannon. I peer down to replace myself completely naked before droppingback down on top of him to cover my nudity.

“I didn't sleep with you. Well, I did sleep as in the closed eyes kind of sleep in the dream state,” hemumbles, rolling on his side. I shriek, becoming trapped between his huge body and the back of thecouch.

"Why am I naked?”

"You said you were hot and kept taking your clothes off,” he mumbles, yawning before pressing hislips against my forehead.

His lips pull up in the corners. “I bet you have a wicked hangover,” he chuckles.

“My head hurts,” I tell him. He hums before sitting up slightly and looking over the arm of thecouch. He reaches his hand over to the small coffee table, retrieving a bottle of water. Yes! Water!Liquid! I thought, snatching it from him and twisting the cap off. He laughs, sitting up, movingtoward the bathroom, and returning with Tylenol. Gannon pops two from the packet handing themto me, and I quickly swallow them before dropping back down on the couch. I planned on livinghere for the next few hours until this headache went away

Gannon moves to sit back down, and I wiggle over so he has room, my nipples going hard from thelack of body heat. He lifts an eyebrow at me as I pat the couch.

"You are going to let me lay with you?” he asks. Wasn't that what we were just doing? I thought tomyself, a bit late for modesty, I slept damn naked on top of him.

“Ah, yes, I am freezing, and you're like a hot water bottle,” I tell him, and he chuckles beforegrabbing the blanket and laying back down.

“You could put clothes on,” he says, laying back down and tugging me closer.

“That feels like far too much effort,” I groan, snuggling into his side. “Wait, where is”

“Clarice has Tyson,” Gannon mumbles, slipping his arm beneath my head and the pillow as he tucksme closer. I inhale his scent while his fingers draw circles on my lower back as he shuts his eyes,going back to sleep. Yet thanks to this headache, sleep didn't want me, so I found myself watchinghim.

His scent encases me as I watch his face relax as he tries to go back to sleep and I lean closer,pressing my lips against his. His eyes flew open at the action, and he jerked his head back. I giggleat the shock on his face, yet I feel different.

Truthfully, I had since whatever Azalea had done to me. As if all fear and weight of my past nolonger suffocated me. It was still there but no longer at the forefront of my mind, and watchingGannon sleep, I realized he truly wasn't those monsters.

I slept naked next to him, and he didn’t touch me or try anything. Just slept.

"Abbie?" Gannon murmurs as I sit up on one elbow. Gannon pushes my hair back behind my ear.His brows furrow and his lips part to say something, yet I cut whatever he was about to say off as Ilean down, pressing my lips against his. He groans, and his lips part at the demand of my tongue asit slips inside his mouth.

His arm around my waist pulls me closer while the other slips into my hair as I deepen the kiss, mytongue tangles with his, but he lets me have control when I feel him smile against my lips.

"Are you feeling alright?” he mumbles against my lips, attacking his. I nod my lips, not leaving his, asI lift my leg over his waist to straddle him when he grips my knee and pulls away.

“Abbie,” he whispers.

"What?" 1 ask, smiling as I peck his lips but he shakes his head.

“We should stop,” he groans, moving his lower half away and making my legs slip off his waist.“Isn’t this what you want?” I asked him, confused.

“Is that what you want?” he asks in return, and I nod, moving closer when his hand grips my hip, andhe clears his throat, stopping me from crawling on top of him.

"Abbie, stop. I don’t want to scare you,” he says, his voice coming out more of a growled warning. Iswallowed at the noise he made as he moved onto his back.

“Gannon?” I asked, confused by his actions, he always says I refuse to touch him, so I do and now hedoesn’t want my touch. I move to crawl on top of him only for him to move

quicker and grip my leg before I place it over him.

“Abbie,” he says in the same warning tone, his grip on my thigh tightening as he held it off him“Gannon, I am fine,” I tell him and he sighs but lets my leg go shutting his eyes, and I drape my legover his waist to replace he has an erection. I gasp at the feel of it touching my naked leg andswallowed.

“See, that's why Abbie. You are making me aroused,” he says, and I chew my lip, looking down athim only to replace him watching me, waiting for me to flip out at him.

“I won't hurt you,” he whispers, cupping my cheek in his hand. I lean into his touch, loving thewarmth of his skin and the scent of his wrist by my nose. Sucking in a breath of his heady scent Imove on top of him and he adjusts himself, pulling me higher and away from his hard cock. I wigglelower only for him to grab my arse; his hand grips my ass cheek before he suddenly freezes.

“Shit, Abbie, I didn't mean,”

"Will you stop? Do I look freaked out? I just want to touch you,” I tell him before grabbing his handand placing it back where it was on my ass.

“You want to touch me?” he asks and I nod. Well, I was trying to but he was making that difficult“You know you don't have to?” he whispers.

“l want to, I want to be able to touch you, Gannon,” I tell him and he sighs and lets me explore hisbody. I had countless times, yet never did my hands wander the way they did right now as myfingers mapped out every part of his exposed chest and his abs as my hand moved lower towardthe waistband of his pants when he wrapped his arm around my waist and sat up making me shrieknot expecting it.

He sat there for a second as if gauging my reaction to his action as I straddled him. His erectionpressing against my lower region makes me look down when he grabs my chin, forcing my gaze tomeet his.

“I would never hurt you,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my lips.

“We can stop. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head and my hands move over his chest to hisshoulders.

“Then say it, I want to know you understand, Abbie; I want to know it is what you want?” hewhispers as his fingers trail down the side of my neck to where his mark lay. I shiver as

his fingers graze over it.

“You won't hurt me,” I whisper.

“Never,” he says, tugging me closer before pressing his lips against mine softly. My arms wraparound his neck and I push closer so my chest is flush against his as I kiss him harder when hestands, gripping my leg and wrapping it around his waist while not breaking our kiss. His fingerstangle in my hair as he moves toward the bed before stopping beside it before he sits on the edgeof it

“Is this alright?” he asks around my lips, sucking on his. I nod in answer, not caring where he puts usas long he doesn't stop kissing me.

Yet the longer he did, the less I thought of what I was doing, my mind solely consumed with him. Itug him closer when he suddenly rolls and makes me gasp when I replace myself on my back with himpressed against me. He holds all his weight on his arms and peers down at me, his eyes move to mychest and back up.

"Am I allowed to touch you?" he asks, and I wiggle beneath him, feeling my face heat as I nod; Iwanted him to touch me and feel his hands on my body. He smiles, leaning down and brushing hislips against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he kisses me deeply. His pelvis brushesagainst me and I replace I don't shy away, not even when I feel his hardness press against me.

Gannon presses closer and a moan escapes my lips when he presses himself against me, touchingsome nerve that makes my hips buck and my eyes widen. I gasp, pulling away from him. “You likethat?” Gannon asks, watching me as he rolls his hips against me again, making something tighteninside me as his cock brushes the same spot.

I nod my head, shutting my eyes. “That's what it should feel like Abbie, pleasure not pain,” hewhispers, and I open my eyes to look at him.

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"So can I touch you, you can tell me to stop,” he murmurs, leaning closer, a smile on his lips as theybrush mine. I nod he kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and tasting every inch of itbefore his lips moved to my neck and over my collar bone; tingles rush over my skin where hetouches.

I feel the mark on my neck warm, and tingle as his lips move lower and his tongue swipes over mypeaked nipple, making it harden impossibly more as he teases it with his tongue. His lips move tothe other when he moves lower, his lips and tongue running down my ribs to my hips, making mesquirm when I feel his arms move under my bent legs, making me sit up. He kissed my knee, hiseyes watching me as his lips trailed and sucked down my leg when I realized he was about to puthis mouth down there.

“Gannon!” I hiss when I feel his warm breath sweep over me and I groan as he blows his hot breathover me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs, laying on his belly. I chew my lip, unsure about having hisface down there.

“I won't hurt you, Love. You can watch, say stop, and I will,” he ran his nose up the inside of my leg,making me shudder.

“And it won't hurt?” I ask him. He shakes his head before trailing his tongue down the inside of mythigh. My legs close almost entirely on his head when I feel his tongue sweep across the apex of mylegs. His hands grip my thighs before I can crush his head.

“No pain, just pleasure, Abbie,” he whispers, looking between my legs while I think when I open mylegs for him. I watched him, and he watched me back as he lowered his head before his mouth wason me. His tongue sweeps between my lower lips to my clit.

I moan at the feel of it, and I hear him chuckle before sucking it into his mouth, and my head rollson my shoulders at the intense feeling of it before I fall back on the bed while he kisses my mostprivate area.

Yet I couldn't stop the intense feeling building or the cries spilling from my lips as his tongue swirledand sucked my flesh. When the feeling grew and became too much, I gripped his hair.

“Stop!” I shrieked, feeling on the verge of combusting, and I was worried I was going to wet myselfor something. Gannon stops immediately.

“You don't like it?” he asks as I try to catch my breath. I shake my head. “No, it was just getting toointense,” I breathed. Gannon laughs, making me lift my head to look down at him.

“It's supposed to feel like that, Love,” he says. Am I supposed to feel like wetting myself? I wonderedif he was mad.

“Let me; I'll show you,” I shake my head. He has gone mad. He wants me to pee on him?

"Abbie, I can assure you whatever you are feeling or are currently too embarrassed to say is normal.It should feel like that,” he tells me. “And it gets better,” he tells me, making my eyebrows pinch.“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. I did trust him. I trusted him with my life.

“Then you know I wouldn't do anything to upset you,” I nod, staring down at him as he lowers hisface between my legs again, giving me the chance to pull away. Still, when I

don't, his mouth covers me again, and the feeling builds quickly, making me want to pull away as itclimbs higher, making my muscles tense and quiver.

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