Page 19 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“You can control it, Azzy. How much force you put behind it is something you can feel. You will know when to stop or if I am resisting it,” Kyson says.
They practice a few times before she finally figures it out and can lift the command. She removes Abbie’s first and then mine. The relief I feel upon the weight of it lifting off me is refreshing. Knowing I was pledged to her yet unable to go to her, my skin constantly crawled with unease.
“Practice enough, and you will be able to do it via a mind link without having to be in front of them.”
Just as Kyson and Azalea are getting ready to leave, a knock is heard on the door, and Matt, one of the guards, hands Kyson the blanket, but he shakes his head, pointing to Tyson, who has his hands out for it.
“More than my life,” Azalea says, turning to Abbie.
“Always, more than my life,” she says while clutching her face between her hands. Abbie kisses her cheek.
“Come see me tomorrow, or I can come to see you now,” Azalea laughs, and I avert my gaze to the king.
“I sent Liam, Damian, and Dustin to the brothels to investigate the rogue trafficking and the council’s involvement.” I nod.
10
TWO DAYS LATER
Two days have passed since our ill-fated visit to the gentlemen’s club, and it has turned out to be nothing but a disappointing façade, a mere strip club with no trace of the rogue workers we are hoping to find. The dancers are all officially employed, and none of them are willing to venture outside the boundaries set by their contracts. Everything seems legal and legit.
“Liam, can you please get out? I’m sure you can save your stories for later,” I growl, exasperated by his presence. However, he remains unresponsive, yapping away like an incessant chihuahua. He had discovered a few rogue girls at the brothel, and now Kyson is insisting we investigate further. But all Liam can talk about is his own exploits with the girls who work there.
Emerging from the shower, I reach for a towel, only to have Liam snatch it off the hook beside the sink. Suppressing my irritation, I press my lips together as this behemoth of a man shamelessly examines me with hungry eyes, his tongue licking his lips as if I am a bone he wants to gnaw on.
“Liam!” I snarl at him, snatching my towel from his grip.
“Can I watch you fuck her with that?” he says as I wrap the towel around my waist.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone. Now get out and go bother Dustin,” I instruct him firmly.
“No way; Damian loves it when you irritate him. It really gets him going,” Dustin chimes in from the living room of the hotel suite. I growl under my breath, pushing past Liam and retreating into my own room. It is beyond comprehension why he insists on lingering in my personal space when he has his own bathroom and area. I hastily put on my jeans, black shirt, and boots, eager to escape his presence.
“Oh, you will love her. Don’t worry, I tried her out for you last night; amazing! She has a nice rack, too, fucked the brains right out of her” Liam tells me rather enthusiastically.
“Liam, enough!” I snap at him. “We’re here to work, not sleep with the victims,” I remind him sternly, but he simply shrugs.
“You’re all work and no play, but don’t worry, Liam took care of you. I booked you a few hours with her. And man, can she suck cock. I thought she was going to suck my nuts right out my dick hole. She’s like a damn vacuum,” he adds.
“You better not have booked me in for sloppy seconds!” I retort sharply. Liam nonchalantly shrugs, batting his eyelashes at me. It’s a wonder how Dustin tolerates his antics. I have half a mind to strangle him with my bare hands.
“She was hot, right, Dustin?” Liam calls out to him. Dustin peers over the back of the couch and raised an eyebrow at Liam.
“You do realize I’m gay, right? One hundred percent gay. As in, I only like men,” Dustin clarifies dryly. Liam clicked his tongue in response.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate how hot she is! Who knows, maybe I’ll go for another round when you’re done. I don’t mind sloppy seconds. Besides, I stretched her out really good for you. She should be able to accommodate that weapon of yours easily. I wonder if she could handle both of us at once,” Liam muses, a disturbingly thoughtful expression on his face. Disgusted, I shoot him a disdainful look. Liam has an uncanny knack for expressing himself in the most vulgar manner possible, devoid of any filter.
Throughout the drive to our destination, Liam continues his relentless monologue about his latest escapades. It makes me wonder if he even realizes she is a prostitute and that her affections are purely transactional. I highly doubt any of the girls genuinely enjoy their encounters with clients.
“I wonder if she’d be up for a threesome? Maybe even anal? She had the perfect peachy ass. I wanted to take a bite out of it,” Liam rambles on, oblivious to my growing annoyance. I focus on the road, attempting to drown out his explicit fantasies. Liam squeals like a girl as we arrive and is the first out of the car.
“Oh, you can see the mark I left on her,” he exclaims animatedly, practically bouncing on the spot.
“Mark? You marked her, and you want me to fuck her?” I ask incredulously.
“No, I paid extra so I could carve a little ‘L’ on the inside of her thigh. Who would’ve thought a beauty like her would be into knife play? It cost me a pretty penny, but now anyone who sleeps with her will see the scar and know I was there first,” Liam proudly proclaims.
“She works in a brothel, Liam. I highly doubt you were the first,” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief.
