Page 24 of Night with a Gamma (Golden Strings of Fate #2)

SWOONING FOR MY MAN

Wren

The morning light filters 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 a peek 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, trickling over 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, provide for 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 take care of you. I want to own you.

No one else in this world, just you . 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?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper to him and I see any thought of hurrying to breakfast has left his mind.

“On your knees, Wren, and open wide. Now.”

Holding out a hand to me, I take it, and I slowly sink to the tile floor in one fluid movement before I reach for his thick cock.

“No, I’m going to fuck your mouth, Wren. Keep your hands on your thighs.”

I do as he says and embrace what he needs in this moment. I play my role because I know he would never hurt me. His need is raw and honest. He was made for me, and I know without a doubt that I was put on this Earth for Harrison. I’m not a stupid woman, and I won’t be wasting this gift.

I part my lips and slide them over the head of his dick. I immediately close my mouth around him.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is so wet and warm,” he hisses, tilting his hips forward and sliding further in my mouth.

I lift my hands to touch him but drop them back on my legs to keep from touching him.

“I’m not going to last long, but I need to know if you want me to come all over your face or down this tight throat.”

I suction him tighter, slurping sounds bouncing off the shower walls as he pistons in and out of my lips. He’s fucking my mouth and I can tell he’s trying to keep me from gagging as he learns how much I can take.

Most women give blowjobs to receive something in return, but this is about the power I feel while kneeling in front of him. Harrison’s eyes are full of lust and need as I stare at him.

I know I’m bringing him to his knees, all while I’m on mine.

His thigh muscles start to tense and his knot starts to swell as he pulls back some so it doesn’t lock behind my teeth.

His release is hot on my tongue as streams land in thick ropes.

Harrison Grey was meant to be mine and I now understand his earlier words, no one else in the world, just him .

I want this man to jump the broom with me, breed me, and hold me tight, no matter the cost.

I gag slightly as he pushes his cock to the back of my throat, making sure I swallow every drop of his cum. He can’t get me pregnant this way, but something primal surfaces inside me as he growls lowly.

When the last tremors in Harrison’s legs and ab muscles have stopped, he lifts me up and he presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and I know he can taste the salty remains of himself on my tongue. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Little Bird,” he whispers.

I smile at him softly as he carries me to the towel rack and wraps me in a warm fluffy navy towel.

We stand there, lost in each other’s embrace, the moment enveloping us like a cocoon, but the outside world is always waiting. The responsibilities of our lives loom, and the weight of our circumstances presses in on us, but in this moment, none of that matters.

As we step out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels and laughter, the cold air bites at my skin, a stark reminder of the winter that has settled in. I look out of the window, watching as the first snowflakes begin to fall, delicate and beautiful against the backdrop of the darkening sky.

“Winter is here,” I say, turning back to Harrison, who is watching me with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” he replies, stepping closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “But it’s going to be a different kind of winter this year. One filled with warmth and love.”

I nod, feeling the truth of his words settle deep within me.

The day stretches ahead of us, full of promise and uncertainty, but I’m ready. With Harrison, I feel invincible, and as I take his hand, I know we’re embarking on a new adventure — one that will change our lives forever.

But for now, it’s just the two of us, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever comes next.

Later that day, after we’ve settled into a comfortable routine, I find myself curled up on the couch, a pink and orange paisley blanket draped over my legs as I sip a steaming cup of elderberry herbal tea.

Harrison sits across from me, a playful glint in his eyes as he flips through the channels on the TV, searching for something to watch.

“Do you ever stop moving?” I tease, placing my cup down on the table with a gentle clink.

He smirks, glancing at me. “Only when I’m with you.”

I roll my eyes but can’t suppress the smile that spreads across my face. “You’d better be careful; I might take that as an invitation to keep you here forever.”

His expression shifts, growing serious for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

The weight of his words lingers in the air, and I can feel the connection between us deepen. It’s a sweet moment, filled with unspoken words and shared dreams, and I savor it.

“Do you think we’ll ever have a chance at a normal life?” I ask, my voice softening as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

Harrison’s brow furrows. “Normal is relative. What’s normal for you might not be for me.”

“True,” I concede, biting my lip. “I just want a life where we don’t have to look over our shoulders all the time.”

He nods, his expression thoughtful. “We’ll get there.