Mated To The King’s Gamma novel 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 King managed 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 trail down my spine and make me shiver when I use my hands to push up so I can look around. Only I find I am laying on top of Gannon. I peer down to find myself completely naked before dropping back 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,” he mumbles, rolling on his side. I shriek, becoming trapped between his huge body and the back of the couch. 

“Why am I naked?” 

“You said you were hot and kept taking your clothes off,” he mumbles, yawning before pressing his lips 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 the couch. 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, moving toward the bathroom, and returning with Tylenol. Gannon pops two from the packet handing them to me, and I quickly swallow them before dropping back down on the couch. I planned on living here 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 the lack 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? | thought to myself, 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 before grabbing 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 tucks me 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 watching him. 

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 giggle at 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 no longer suffocated me. It was still there but no longer at the forefront of my mind, and watching Gannon 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 I lean down, pressing my lips against his. He groans, and his lips part at the demand of my tongue as it slips inside his mouth. 

His arm around my waist pulls me closer while the other slips into my hair as I deepen the kiss, my tongue 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, as I lift my leg over his waist to straddle him when he grips my knee and pulls away. 

“Abbie,” he whispers. 

“What?” I 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, and he 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. I swallowed 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 he doesn‘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 leg over his waist to find he has an erection. I gasp at the feel of it touching my naked leg and swallowed. 

“See, that‘s why Abbie. You are making me aroused,” he says, and I chew my lip, looking down at him only to find 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 the warmth of his skin and the scent of his wrist by my nose. Sucking in a breath of his heady scent I move on top of him and he adjusts himself, pulling me higher and away from his hard cock. I wiggle lower 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 hand and 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 

I nod my head, shutting my eyes. “That‘s what it should feel like Abbie, pleasure not pain,” he whispers, 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 they brush mine. I nod he kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and tasting every inch of it before his lips moved to my neck and over my collar bone; tingles rush over my skin where he touches.