His Lycan Luna Queen novel Chapter 36

ABBIE

I am never drinking again! My head feels like it has been crushed in a vice, and my mouth has never felt so dry. How do people drink every day? This is horrid. I don’t understand how Liam and the King managed to be alcoholics. My eyes flutter open which makes me feel even more like death.

Yet instead of being in bed with Tyson, I am here 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 a 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 intended to live 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? I think to myself, a bit late for modesty. I slept naked on top of him for goodness sake.

“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 doesn’t want me, so I find 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 haven’t felt the same since whatever Azalea had done to me. As if all the fear and weight of my past no longer suffocated me. It is still there but no longer at the forefront of my mind, and watching Gannon sleep, I realize he truly isn’t one of those monsters.

Heck, I slept naked next to him and he didn’t try to touch me or anything. Just slept.

“Abbie?” Gannon murmurs as I sit up on one elbow. Gannon pushes my hair back behind my ear. 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 lips against his. He groans, and his lips part at the demand of my tongue as it slips inside his mouth.

His arm around my waist pulls me closer while the other slips into my hair as I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangles with his, but he lets me have control when I feel him smile against my lips.

“Are you feeling alright?” he mumbles against my lips, attacking his. I nod my lips, not leaving his, as I lift my leg over his waist to straddle him when he grips my knee and pulls away.

“Abbie,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, smiling as I peck his lips, but he shakes his head.

“We should stop,” he groans, moving his lower half away and making my legs slip off his waist.

“Isn’t this what you want?” I ask him, confused.

“Is that what you want?” he asks in return, and I nod, moving closer when his hand grips my hip, and he clears his throat, stopping me from crawling on top of him.

“Abbie, stop. I don’t want to scare you,” he says, his voice coming out more of a growled warning. I swallow at the noise as he moves onto his back. .

“Gannon?” I ask, 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 crawl on top of him, only for him to move quicker and grip my leg before I place it over him.

“Abbie,” he says in the same warning tone, his grip on my thigh tightening as he held it off him.

“Gannon, I am fine,” I tell him, and he sighs but lets my leg go, shutting his eyes, and I drape my leg over his waist to find he has an erection. I gasp at the feel of it touching my naked leg and swallow.

“See, that’s why Abbie. You are making me aroused,” he says, and I chew my lip, looking down at him only to find him watching me, waiting for me to flip out at him.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, cupping my cheek in his hand. I lean into his 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 cock. I wiggle lower, only for him to grab my ass; his hand grips my ass cheek before he suddenly freezes.

“Shit, Abbie, I didn’t mean.”

“Will you stop? Do I look freaked out? I just want to touch you,” I tell him before grabbing his hand and placing it back where it was on my ass.

“You want to touch me?” he asks, and I nod. Well, I am trying to, but he’s making that a bit difficult.

“You know you don’t have to?” he whispers.

“I want to, I want to be able to touch you, Gannon,” I tell him, and he sighs and lets me explore his body. I have countless times, yet never did my hands wander the way they are right now as my fingers map out every part of his exposed chest and his abs. My hand moves lower toward the waistband of his pants when he wraps his arm around my waist and sits up, making me shriek, not expecting it.

He sits there for a second as if gauging my reaction to his action as I straddle him. His erection pressing against my lower region makes me look down when he grabs my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.

“I would never hurt you,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my lips.

“We can stop. Do you want to stop?”

Am I supposed to feel like wetting myself? Is he crazy?

“Let me; I’ll show you.”

I shake my head. He has gone mad. Does he want me to pee on him?

“Abbie, I can assure you whatever you are feeling or are currently too embarrassed to say is normal. It should feel like that,” he tells me. “And it gets better,” he tells me, making my eyebrows pinch.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. I do trust him. I trust him with my life.

“Then you know I wouldn’t do anything to upset you.”

I nod, staring down at him as he lowers his face between my legs again, giving me the chance to pull away. Still, when I don’t, his mouth covers me again, and the feeling builds quickly, making me want to pull away as it climbs higher, making my muscles tense and quiver.

I pull away, and his hands grip my thighs. “Relax, Love,” he mumbles against me when he starts purring. Only this time, his purr sounds different. It isn’t so much a sound but more of a feeling as it wakes some primal part of me I didn’t know existed. Forcing calm over me, and as soon as it does, my body turns to putty in his hands, making me realize it had to be the calling thing Azalea had told me about.

Gannon’s mouth doesn’t let up when I reach some peak before an intense crescendo. My entire body tenses at the feeling before I crash and fall blindly into bliss.

My entire body spasms, my toes curl as it rocks through me in waves, and my inner walls flutter and pulsate, making me cry out as he slows, letting me ride out the intense pleasure that leaves my entire body exhausted and tingly.

When the feeling starts dissipating, I find myself breathless as Gannon crawls up my body before kissing me, his tongue delving between my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, making me groan into his mouth.

I wrap my legs around his waist, yet they feel so heavy they crash back onto the bed. Gannon chuckles, pecking my lips before looking down at me as I yawn, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Gannon kisses my cheek and moves to hop off me when I grip his shoulders. “Rest; we can do more later,” he tells me, but I shake my head. That doesn’t seem fair, and I know he’s aroused. I can feel his cock straining against his boxers as it presses against me.

“But–”

“I’m fine, Abbie,” he whispers, moving away when I wrap my arms around his neck.

“But I want to,” I tell him before yawning again.

“Go to sleep,” he laughs, but I refuse to let go, wanting to give him something. He sighs, settling his weight back against me.

“What do you want to do then,” he asks, though it was clear he wasn’t going to have sex with me when my eyes fell to his neck. Before I can even suggest it, my canines slip free, protruding extremely fast, as an overwhelming desire to mark him washes over me.

The next second they are in his neck, and he grunts. My eyes widen in shock as I feel them slip into his neck and through the muscle. I didn’t even ask. I almost choke as his blood floods into my mouth, coating my tongue. Panic courses through me as his hand tangles in my hair.

“Shh, you can mark me,” he whispers, and I seem to forget that he can feel me through his mark on my neck. I relax when I swallow his blood, and it is like every nerve ending bursts in my body when the bond is forged. My entire body tingles, and my skin buzzes when overwhelming happiness floods me, bringing tears to my eyes when I realize it isn’t mine, but his.