Page 60 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“Not just him; we all are. Sometimes talking helps.”
“And it helped you?”
“Not sure, but it was less of a burden when I wasn’t carrying it on my own,” he tells me before passing me Tyson. I set him on the bed, and Liam hands him his blanket.
“Something to think about,” he says, and I nod before he leans down, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“And congrats on your mate,” he chuckles. “Gannon was practically bouncing with excitement over you marking him,” Liam tells me. My face heats, making me wonder if he heard us earlier.
“He is a good man Gannon,” Liam tells me, and I nod. I remember him saying as much when he threatened me over Gannon. He said the same thing then, too, before telling me he wasn’t good.
“So are you, Liam,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “A few people would say otherwise.”.
“That’s because they don’t know you. They don’t see past the crazy. But I see you,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Just as I see you,” he says before walking out.
24
Liam and I are going over the timeline in the ballroom and adding in all the parts about Sia. Looking at how they overlap, not only with the attacks and council but also with Ester.
Abbie, however, had to leave. She said she felt unwell; I knew it was because she couldn’t see Peter be commanded over his mother. But we proved his intentions and innocence, which I know relieved Kyson tremendously. As everyone else goes to bed, it’s just Liam and me here.
I’m staring at the board as a whole as we write the last parts when the mind link opens.
“Gannon, get to your quarters immediately!” Kyson says through the link.
“Are Abbie and Tyson alright?” I ask, noticing the distress in his tone, but I’m already leaving out of the ballroom.
“Azalea and I will take Tyson for the night. Just get to your room!” Kyson snaps at me.
“I’m on my way. What is going on?” I ask when I feel Abbie’s distress which makes me pick up my pace as I take the stairs two at a time.
“Can’t you feel her, Gannon! Abbie is in heat!” Kyson says. I swallow and stop in panic, knowing once up there, it wouldn’t just be her overwhelmed with instinct but myself. The bond tugs painfully with the need to go to her, and I run up to the room.
As I climb the last staircase, I see Tyson in Trey’s arms, and the king slips out of my room, making me growl at him as her scent permeates off him. He holds his hands up and backs away from me while I shake the urge to attack him for touching her. The entire area reeks of her heat, and my cock strains painfully hard in my pants.
Stepping into the room, I see Azalea leaning over Abbie. “Gannon can make it go away,” she reassures my mate, reason tells me nothing is wrong with Azalea being near her, but instinct far outweighs logic right now as I growl at her, making her jump up and move away from her.
“It’s Azzy, Gannon,” Abbie whines, and my head whips toward her. I blink, trying to rid the haze before moving toward the bed, as Azalea rushes out.
My instincts are taking over my sensibilities. Abbie has been through so much, and I have to force myself to remember that. I don’t want to hurt her. But by the moon goddess, her scent is driving me into a rut. I can feel my pupils dilating. She is balled up in the middle of the bed panting.
My feet remain frozen as I fight my Lycan instincts to remain in control. “Gannon, pleeease! Make it stop!”
My voice comes out rougher as I answer, “Abbie, do you understand what you are asking me to do?” I don’t know who is more frightened at what this means, her or me. Her temperature is skyrocketing, and she groans, her face flushed as she writhes in pain.
Abbie begins shredding her clothes and lets out a breathy response, “Yes, I do.” She is ripping her own clothes off as I move toward her. Her skin glistens with sweat as she is now lying on the tattered remains of her clothes. “Gannon!”
I try my hardest not to let her scent overtake me, but it is too late. A snarl escapes me, making her jump. The last thing I want is for her to fear me. I climb on the bed slowly, pulling her down directly under me.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Abbie. It is going to hurt at first. That is something I cannot prevent from happening.” Her breathing is coming out in shaky intervals as she nods. “Are you sure you understand what I’m saying, love?”
“Yes, Gannon. Please make this pain stop!” she cries out. Her skin is so hot, her heat making me sweat as her skin heats against mine and I press my weight down on her, watching her reaction to me pushing her into the bed.
When she doesn’t freak out, I let out a deep breath before I kiss her, my tongue delving past her lips. Abbie let’s out a moan and kisses me back hungrily, her tongue tangling with mine as she rocks her hips against me. My hand trails down her side, pushing her leg apart before trailing my fingertips over her core.
