Page 32 of Mated To The King’s Gamma (Lycan Luna: Abbie & Gannon #3)
L iam 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.
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.