Page 61 of Mated To The King's Gamma
My heart skips a beat, wondering how she will react when I slip my fingers inside her because I need to stretch her, or I may hurt her even more. My lips travel down her cheek. Then to her neck, as I rub my fingers over her clit while sucking on her mark. Abbie’s hips lift, and I sink my finger inside her at the same time, letting my calling wash over her. Her walls clench around my finger, and I withdraw it slowly before adding another, stretching her.
She is so wet as I rub her inner walls with my fingers, curling them deep inside her. Her hips buck and demand more. I twist and pump into her with my thumb circling her clit. Her hips rock to the rhythm I set as she becomes lost to her heat and gives herself over to her baser instincts which make me relax a little.
My cock is becoming painfully hard the longer I try to delay the inevitable. Abbie sucked and licked my lips and neck. Her claws dig into my back, attempting to tug me closer to her. She pushes my hand away and grabs my dick. Her tiny hands stroke my length, and I groan at the warmth and softness of her hand wrapped around me. There will be no turning back from this.
As she strokes me, she pulls me closer before letting me go. Her hands move over my chest as she kisses and nips my flesh. I press the head against her core before looking at her for confirmation, but she is too far gone to her heat.
But the way she lifts her hips is enough confirmation as my tip breaches her entrance. I thrust slowly, pushing my head past her opening. A slight hiss escapes her followed with a groan making me still until she pushes back against me.
It is taking all my willpower not to bury myself in her as I slowly advance until I am completely sheathed in her confines, allowing her to get used to the sensation and the fullness.
I rocked back and forth until she tells me she wants more. Only then do I increase my pace, pumping deeper, grinding my hips against hers.
“More, I want more!” I don’t think she knows what she is asking, I would die inside if I hurt her, yet her claws scratching down my back tell me I am doing anything but hurting her. However, that doesn’t lessen my worry. The last thing she needs is for me to break her again.
Abbie must have sensed my fear, gripping my face as she looked into my eyes, “It’s okay, I trust you.”
She kisses me passionately as I pump harder and faster. Her body responds to my thrusts with sounds of pleasure. Her muscles contract, putting a choke hold on my cock. Abbie is a moaning mess as I feel her orgasm wash over her, milking my dick, her body spasming, and her walls clenching me tightly as she came undone and cried out.
I kiss her, swallowing her screams as her orgasm washes through her. And it doesn’t take long before my knot swells. With a groan, I spill myself inside her tight confines, my knot locking us together, her walls flutter around me and squeeze me tight as I ride it out, and my lips go to hers.
We both lay there breathless. I roll her with me, placing her on top, waiting for my knot to go down. I brush the hair from her eyes, “Don’t move, love. I knotted you and I need you to stay still while it goes down.” Abbie’s eyelids become heavy as she nods in response. I hold her against my chest, closing my own eyes as her temperature drops, her heat abated.
I’m not sure how much time has passed. My knot has gone down, allowing me to slide out of her. Abbie stirs, and her scent flares up again.
This is the difference between she-wolves and Lycans. Their heat can last from hours to days, whereas Lycan females only need a knot to make their heat die down. Abbie groans, rocking her hips against me, her teeth grazing down my chest as her claws rake down my sides.
She purrs, licking and nipping my skin, and I grip her hips, lifting her back onto my cock, this time letting her do as she pleases while she follows her instincts in the throes of her heat.
Time passes, and I lose track of it as her heat lasts longer than even, I expected. When it finally ends, we are both exhausted, and my body is heavy as we both fall asleep. However, the rest wasn’t granted when I hear the mind link open.
“All guards look out for Tyson, Gannon and Abbie’s son,” Kyson yells across the link, which has me sitting upright.
“What about Tyson?” I boom through the link. Dustin is the one who answers, and Abbie is already out of bed with renewed energy, and so am I, as fear and panic course through us. My adrenaline is pumping as Dustin explains what is happening.
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“He isn’t inside in the kitchens or laundry. I checked the cellar, too,” she says, an edge of panic in her voice.
“I just don’t get why he would run off,” I say just as he reaches me.
“We’ll find him. He couldn’t have gone far,” Tandi tells me, looking around, trying to reassure me. The storm has really picked up. The clouds close in and take the light with them as thunder booms loudly and lightning streaks the sky with flashes of light.
“He was right here, though. He was right here, tugging my shirt, looking at them...”
“The ducks!” I blurt, my eyes going to the stables. The ducks are no longer on the little hill above the stables, and my heart flutters in my chest.
“The lake!” I shriek in panic as I take off toward the stables. I rush to the narrow path and look down toward the lake and small pier. I can’t see him anywhere when Tandi nudges me.
“There!” she says, pointing toward the stables where the ducks are huddled outside the stable doors. My eyes widen, and I dash down the path toward the stables. The wind whips my hair around my face as I reach the bottom just as thunder rumbles across the sky followed by the deafening crack of lightning.
The ducks squawk and quack, flapping their wings as I step through them. I rush into the stables, almost slipping, catching myself on the stable door as I turn and peer inside. Relief floods me when I see Tyson chasing a baby duck between the stalls. He has it cornered and is trying to coax it out with a piece of straw.
“Tyson!” I breathe in relief, clutching my chest. My heart races so hard I think I might have a heart attack. At the sound of his name, he looks over his shoulder.
“Du, Du,” he cackles with laughter.
“Yes, duck, duck,” I chuckle as Tandi walks in behind me.
