Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 87

Read Mated To The King’s Ga*ma by Jessica Hall Chapter 87 – Abbie POV

I was never drinking again! My head felt like it had been crushed in a vice, and my mouth felt so dry. How do people drink every day? This was horrid. I don‘t understand how Liam and the King managed to be alcoholics. I felt like death as my eyes fluttered open.

Yet instead of being in bed with Tyson, I was staring at the empty bed. Lifting my head, fingers trail down my spine and make me shiver when I use my hands to push up so I can look around. Only I find I am laying on top of Gannon. I peer down to find myself completely naked before dropping back down on top of him to cover my nudity.

“I didn‘t sleep with you. Well, I did sleep as in the closed eyes kind of sleep in the dream state,” he mumbles, rolling on his side. I shriek, becoming trapped between his huge body and the back of the couch.

“Why am I naked?”

“You said you were hot and kept taking your clothes off,” he mumbles, yawning before pressing his lips against my forehead.

His lips pull up in the corners. “I bet you have a wicked hangover,” he chuckles.

“My head hurts,” I tell him. He hums before sitting up slightly and looking over the arm of the couch. He reaches his hand over to the small coffee table, retrieving a bottle of water. Yes! Water! Liquid! I thought, snatching it from him and twisting the cap off.

He laughs, sitting up, moving toward the bathroom, and returning with Tylenol. Gannon pops two from the packet handing them to me, and I quickly swallow them before dropping back down on the couch. I planned on living here for the next few hours until this headache went away.

Gannon moves to sit back down, and I wiggle over so he has room, my nipples going hard from the lack of body heat. He lifts an eyebrow at me as I pat the couch.

“You are going to let me lay with you?” he asks. Wasn‘t that what we were just doing? | thought to myself, a bit late for modesty, I slept damn naked on top of him.

“Ah, yes, I am freezing, and you‘re like a hot water bottle,” I tell him, and he chuckles before grabbing the blanket and laying back down.

“You could put clothes on,” he says, laying back down and tugging me closer.

“That feels like far too much effort,” I groan, snuggling into his side. “Wait, where is” “Clarice has Tyson,” Gannon mumbles, slipping his arm beneath my head and the pillow as he tucks me closer. I inhale his scent while his fingers draw circles on my lower back as he shuts his eyes, going back to sleep. Yet thanks to this headache, sleep didn‘t want me, so I found myself watching him.

His scent encases me as I watch his face relax as he tries to go back to sleep and I lean closer, pressing my lips against his. His eyes flew open at the action, and he jerked his head back. I giggle at the shock on his face, yet I feel different.

Truthfully, I had since whatever Azalea had done to me. As if all fear and weight of my past no longer suffocated me. It was still there but no longer at the forefront of my mind, and watching Gannon sleep, I realized he truly wasn‘t those monsters.

I slept naked next to him, and he didn‘t touch me or try anything. Just slept.

 His brows furrow and his lips part to say something, yet I cut whatever he was about to say off as I lean down, pressing my

while the other slips into my hair as I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangles with

 against my lips, attacking his. I nod my lips, not leaving his, as I lift my leg over his waist to straddle him

“Abbie,” he whispers.

 I ask, smiling as I peck his lips but

 moving his lower half away and making my legs slip

 this what you want?”

 I nod, moving closer when his hand grips my hip,

 don‘t want to scare you,” he says, his voice coming out more of a growled warning. I swallowed at the

asked, confused by his actions, he always says I refuse to touch him, so I do and now he doesn‘t want my touch. I move to

 in the same warning tone, his grip on my thigh tightening

 eyes, and I drape my leg over his waist to find he has an erection. I gasp at the feel

 me aroused,” he says, and I chew my lip, looking down at him only

touch, loving the warmth of his skin and the scent of his wrist by my nose. Sucking in a breath of his heady scent I move on top of him and he adjusts himself, pulling me higher and away from his hard c**k. I wiggle lower only for him to grab my arse; his hand grips my

 I didn‘t

 out? I just want to touch you,” I tell him

 to touch me?” he asks and I nod. Well, I was trying to but he was making that

 you don‘t have to?” he

 explore his body. I had countless times, yet never did my hands wander the way they did right now as my fingers mapped out every part of his exposed chest and his abs as my hand moved lower toward the waistband of his pants when he wrapped his arm around my waist and sat up

second as if gauging my reaction to his action as I straddled him. His erection pressing against my lower region

 hurt you,” he whispers,

 shake my head

 you understand, Abbie; I want to know it is what you want?” he whispers as his fingers trail down the side of my neck to where his mark lay.

 graze over

 won‘t hurt

when he stands,

 this alright?” he asks around my lips, sucking on his. I nod in answer, not caring where he puts us as

thought of what I was doing, my mind solely consumed with him. I tug him closer when he suddenly rolls and makes me gasp when I find myself on my back with him pressed against me. He holds all his weight

my face heat as I nod; I wanted him to touch me and feel his hands on my body. He smiles, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as

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