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“My King, I think I may go get a drink. Are you thirsty?” I tell him, wiggling trying to climb off him.

“Are you trying to rip my dick off?”

“Well, that depends. Who is Alpha?”

“Okay, just stay damn still; I want my junk intact,” he curses.

“Say it then?” I tease, and his eyes sparkle with mischief before he grips my hips and rolls, pinning me beneath him.

“Oh, how easily our roles are reversed, Empress,” he teases as I struggle to shove him off.

“I can always order you off,” I tell him when he jams his fingers in my ribs and tickles me. I squirm away from his torturous fingers.

“What was that? I can’t hear you, my Queen. Who is whose Alpha?” he asks, pressing his weight on me and pinning me in place, yet I can’t catch my breath or hold a straight thought as his fingers tickle and prod every sensitive area.

“Say it, and I will stop,” he says, and I laugh. Tickling really is the worst torture.

“You, you are the Alpha,” I squeal, laughing, and he stops while laughing as I try to catch my breath. Kyson smiles and leans down, pressing his lips to mine softly.

“I love you,” he mumbles. I open my mouth when his fingers dance across my ribs in warning; making me laugh.

“I love you too, my King,” I purr back at him, and I feel him smile against my lips, having won this one.

Chapter

Thirty-Six

ABBIE

I am never drinking again! My head feels like it has been crushed in a vice, and my mouth has never felt so dry. How do people drink every day? This is horrid. I don’t understand how Liam and the King managed to be alcoholics. My eyes flutter open which makes me feel even more like death.

Yet instead of being in bed with Tyson, I am here 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 a 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 intended to live 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?I think to myself, a bit late for modesty. I slept naked on top of him for goodness sake.

“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 doesn’t want me, so I find 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.

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