Page 37 of Night with a Gamma
SWOONING FOR MY MAN
Wren
The morning lightfilters through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft, golden beams across the room. I blink awake, feeling the familiar heaviness of sleep still clinging to my limbs. The first chill of winter whispers through the air, a stark contrast to the warmth that lingers in my heart. It’s been mere weeks since Harrison stepped into my life, yet everything feels transformed. I glance around the room, my gaze landing on the empty space beside me. His absence sends a flutter of longing through me.
The sound of water cascading from the shower draws my attention, and I smile, picturing him standing there, the steam enveloping his strong form. Shadow, my black cat with an attitude as fierce as mine, leaps onto the bed, curling against my side. "Good morning, Shadow," I murmur, scratching behind his ears. He purrs loudly, a comforting presence that grounds me, even as I feel the pull of the man I’ve come to love.
After a few moments of enjoying the warmth of my feline companion, I gently shove him off the bed. I want to sneak apeek at my sexy mate before he knows I’m awake. As I tiptoe toward the bathroom, I hear his voice, deep and rich, singing softly to the tune of "My Kind of Crazy" by Brantley Gilbert. It’s an odd choice, perhaps, but it suits him. I pause, leaning against the doorframe, the sound wrapping around me like a cozy blanket.
I suck in a silent breath at seeing him, water streaming down his chiseled physique, the way his muscles flex in his chest as he moves. It’s enough to make my heart race. Just as I’m lost in the moment, enchanted by the image of him, he turns, and our eyes lock.
“Caught you, Little Bird,” he teases, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Heat blooms in my cheeks, and I shake my head, chuckling softly. “I wasn’t sneaking,” I protest, though my heartbeat tells a different story. I’m completely entranced by this man who has effortlessly become my everything.
Harrison steps closer to the glass shower door, droplets glistening on his tanned skin and his long blond hair a shade darker from the water. “You should be in here with me,” he says, his voice low and inviting, laced with a hint of mischief.
I smirk, my heart fluttering in response. “And what would we do in there?”
His eyes darken with playful intent, and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, especially not when it involves him.
I pull off the oversized shirt of his that I had picked up from the floor, its fabric slipping off my shoulders as I strut toward the bathroom, feeling bold and free. The temperature in the room rises, not just from the steam, but from the thrill of the moment.
I step inside the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, blending with the heat radiating from Harrison. He looks like a dream, water running down his strong jawline, tricklingover his broad shoulders. I can’t help but admire him, every inch of him.
“Now you’re in trouble,” he says, his voice teasing but tinged with something deeper.
I raise an eyebrow, stepping close enough that our bodies nearly touch. “Oh, am I?”
His smirk widens as he reaches out, pulling me closer until I’m flush against him. “You have no idea, little mate.”
The warmth of his body envelops me, and I forget everything else — the world outside, the impending winter, the chaos of our lives. At this moment, it’s just us.
As we lose ourselves in each other, I can’t help but think of how quickly everything has changed. Just weeks ago, I was a solitary witch, my life revolving around spells and potions, never imagining I’d find someone who would turn my world upside down. But Harrison is more than just my fated mate; he’s my anchor, my partner in this unpredictable life.
The way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters, makes me feel powerful and cherished all at once. I can sense his energy, the warmth of his wolf spirit intertwining with my own fiery essence. It feels like magic — no, it is magic.
I tilt my head back, allowing the water to wash over me, and Harrison leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that sends sparks dancing through the air. It’s soft at first, a gentle exploration, but as our connection deepens, it ignites into something more fervent. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer as the world around us fades away.
“Wren,” he murmurs against my mouth, his breath warm and inviting. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
I pull back slightly, searching his blue eyes, the swirling depths that seem to hold all the answers. “And you’re everything I’ve been waiting for.”
His gaze softens, and the air between us crackles with unspoken promises. “I want to protect you, to be the one who stands by your side, no matter what comes our way.”
I smile, my heart swelling with affection. “I want that too. More than anything.”
“From the moment I saw you across that dance floor, I knew you were mine. I’ve never met anyone as perfect for me, and I guess that is the Goddess’ doing. But this” - he motions between us - “what we have is fucking perfect. I want to open doors for you, bring food to you,providefor you, I want to tell you no and know you won’t argue with me because you know I wouldn’t deny you anything unless I thought it was harmful. I want to takecareof you. I want toownyou. No one else in this world, justyou. I love you.”
My eyes go wide and I see his dick start to harden, but as much as I want him to, I can’t stand to be fucked again. My poor lady zone needs a break.
“Can I…” My gaze drops to his now completely hard cock.
“What are you asking, Little Bird?” He asks.
“I need to taste you, mate.”
“You want my cock in that pretty mouth?”
