Page 84 of Mated To The King's Gamma
And I know she's right, I rest my head on her shoulder, and she sighs.
Azalea and I linger on the eastern balcony until the doors below bang open so hard they rattle.
Both of us jump, leaning over the railing.
Dustin comes storming out, his face red and tight with emotion, his fists clenched at his sides, and he practically vibrates with restrained rage.
“Shit,” Azalea mutters. “What did Liam do now?”
She goes to check on him when the door opens again, and I grab her arm. “Of course,” I chuckle when Liam follows, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair windswept and wild like he’d just rolled out of bed—or a fight. He moves with purpose.
“Dustin!” he barks. “Stop fucking walking away from me!” Guards stop and glance in their direction before making themselves scarce, bailing at the sight of an angry Liam.
“I told you to drop it!” Dustin snaps, not turning around.
Liam’s boots hit the stone with heavy steps. “Why? Because it’s easier to push me away than admit you're terrified I might actually mean it this time?”
Dustin whirls on him. “Because you don’t! You’ll get bored! You’ll want a woman, a family—a real one! You’re not even fully?—!”
“I only want you!” Liam shouts, eyes wild, chest heaving. “I don’t know how much fucking clearer I can be about that!”
The rawness in his voice makes my stomach twist.
Azalea covers her mouth, eyes wide. “Well, maybe if you would stay the fuck away from the whore house I might believe you,” Liam snarls.
“I told you already, I never went there! Ask Gannon for frig sake!”
“What, so Gannon can lie to me, too!”
“You're being ridiculous, I told you that isn't where I went, Dustin.”
“Then where did you go last night! One minute you want to be with me and the next you're running off to be with someone else.” Dustin’s expression crumbles, but he still turns away, storming toward the gate. “I'm going on patrol!” Liam throws his arms up, muttering too low for us to hear what he says. Then, he freezes momentarily, making Azalea and I glance at each other.
Liam moves.
Fast.
He jerks Dustin back by the arm, spins him, and clamps his mouth around Dustin’s neck.
A harsh gasp tears from Dustin’s throat.
Then Liam’s teeth sink in.
Hard.
I choke on a gasp, watching in stunned silence as Liam forcefully marks him. Dustin’s knees buckle as Liam pulls back, breathing hard, eyes glowing.
“Now your soul is bound to mine,” Liam says, voice low and rough. “If that doesn’t show you how serious I am, then nothing will.”
Dustin whimpers, tears sliding down his face. He reaches up, touching the mark with shaking fingers as Liam finally releases him.
Liam steps back. “I never went to a whore house. I went to get this!”
Liam drops to one knee, pulls a ring from his pocket, and holds it up.
“Now that’s cleared up,” he growls, and Dustin staggers back. “You’re gonna fucking marry me.”
Dustin stares at him. “You marked me!” Dustin snaps.
