Page 79 of Mated To The King's Gamma
A soft breeze, sunlight filtering through my hair that covers my face, the quiet babble of the river nearby. My cheek is pressed against warm, bare skin, my body sprawled half across a chest that rises and falls beneath me.
Gannon. I sweep my hair from my face.
I blink slowly, my lashes brushing his skin, and lift my head just enough to look around. We’re alone, still by the riverbank. A blanket is tossed over us, making me wonder who dared to come down here. My guess would be Liam.
I’m naked.
We’re naked.
My eyes widen as I shoot upright. “Tyson—” I gasp, panic rising in my throat. “We…we left him at camp—what if?—”
A strong hand slides up my spine.
“Liam and Dustin have him,” Gannon murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and something rougher, deeper. “He’s fine. Safe.”
My muscles relax immediately, tension melting as I lower myself back onto his chest with a soft exhale.
His fingers trace the line of my spine, and I shiver. The tenderness in his touch does something to me—softens something I don’t realize is still braced.
A pause.
Then he shifts beneath me.
Slow. Intentional.
He rolls me beneath him, bracing his weight on his arms as his mouth descends to mine.
The kiss is slow, unhurried. Exploring. My heart skips. My body still feels foreign, but the feel of him is familiar. I thread my fingers into his hair, letting the kiss deepen?—
Then I freeze.
“Wait,” I gasp against his mouth, eyes flicking to the trees. “Someone could see?—”
His body shakes with a low chuckle.
“I think they’ve seen worse,” he teases, but his mouth drops to my throat, nipping gently.
That’s when I notice.
The bite marks.
All over him.
My face flames. “Oh my—Gannon—what—did I—” I touch one on his shoulder, then another on his arm. “Did I do this?”
His smirk is sinful. “Your Lycan side can be demanding.”
My entire body goes up in flames. “Oh my God. We didn’t—I mean—did we? Is that even possible?”
His laugh is warm, amused. “It’s possible. But no. I knew you wouldn’t want that—not like that. She just tried really hard to convince me otherwise.”
I groan, covering my face with both hands. He kisses my temple. I peek at him through my fingers.
“I do need to remark you, though,” he says, brushing his thumb over the soft spot on my neck.
I frown. “It’s still there... I don’t understand.”
Gannon sighs, then cups my face gently. “Liam came to check on us during the shift… brought the blanket.”
