The King's Witch

Off to a Wrong Start

‘He’s an animal.’ Tyana thought as she was fighting to the man who was carnally kissing her. She couldn’t imagined her first kiss would be like this, to a crazed man, in the field, tackled onto the ground- no matter how attractive he was. As she noted earlier, he didn’t look menacing.

He looked so refine like his brother Rais and also clean shaven, perhaps the same age with him too, in his thirties. And while she was analyzing his looks if he was a dangerous man, she saw the sexiest liquid eyes she had ever seen almost making her lost in his intent stare. He was gorgeous like some princely wizard he met in other kingdoms.

He was also gentle on her and protected her thus made her think he was nice.. But when he suddenly imprisoned her with his body she started feeling the threat. His eyes flickered with determination and were looking at her consumingly- to her lips. He was going to kiss her. And without warning he did- gently at first then passionately. She tried to push him but he was so strong. And she couldn’t comprehend much when his playful tongue started teasing her lips, coaxing them to open her mouth. She was stunned by this new sensation he was making her feel.

She let out an uncontrollable moan when his tongue deliciously traced her lips. He took this opportunity to delve into her and kiss her deeply. He was savoring her, and she was like a jelly getting softer in his every stroke. She didn’t have anyone to compare but she was sure he was an expert kisser, making her toes curl.

He must have sensed how her body responded, he stroked her mouth with his delicious tongue, enticing her to kiss him back. Getting carried away, she tried moving like he did. His massive body tensed to her tentative lick and involuntarily groaned loudly as though her respond brought him so much pleasure.

“Oh God you taste so good.” He murmured in her mouth. Was she good? In kissing a stranger? Her body went rigid. Shame enveloped all over her.

Realizing her situation, she broke their contact but the man holding her tightly didn’t let her.

” No! Let me go.” She pushed and punched his chest as hard as she could.

He felt her resisting but the taste of her lips and her shy lap in his mouth still brought tingles in his body. He couldn’t let her go yet. Her weak punches felt like tickles in his chest fueling his arousal. And the next time she swung her fists, he caught her wrists and pinned them to her head.

“Please don’t do this.” Her eyes were pleading him to stop. She was so responsive a while ago that he couldn’t believe his eyes seeing her almost like revolted to what they had just shared. “Please.” She was almost crying. ” Please.” He exhaled sharply.

“Say that word next time in our bedroom and I’ll be happy to hear it again.” He was even surprised to hear his hoarse voice. He gave her body a tight squeeze before letting her go and assisted her to get up.

She was small, just a little above his shoulders. He was studying her physique and never thought that fate had given him an exquisite creature so fine and delicate. She was his woman indeed. He made sure of that. He tasted her. And looking at her flushed face, he knew she recognized their connection too. But his body was still aching for her that watching her move as she was brushing the dirt from her clothes made him angry not to be able to ease the pain in his bullocks.

“So you’re a witch.” He tried to distract himself from that thought.

Tyana wasn’t surprised that he recognized her since witches were the only creature who used gold dust for magic. She tried to compose herself thought her body and lips were still shaking.

“Yes, I am. I’m the princess of the Wiccan in the East. What are you?”

“What’s your name?” Now, she was surprised by his arrogance. He didn’t even bothered to answer her question and he didn’t even faze in knowing she was of a royal blood.

“Tyana Ryker of the Ryker Clan.”

“Tyana.” He repeated while nodding his head, seeming so formal and annoyed. An exact opposite to his sweet voice during their passionate encounter a while ago.

“What’s your name?”

“So, what is little Tyana doing her in New York and doing magic in public? Was she trying to be famous or was she just stupid?” She was awed by his condescending tone. He didn’t even mentioned about the kiss they just shared and now he seemed like interrogating her. But he was more like insulting her. Anger rose slowly in her.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. If you excuse me, I’ll be on my way.” Clearly, he didn’t want to introduce himself and she wouldn’t know what kind of creature initiated her in the world of passion.

But before she could turn away, he grabbed her arms and roughly pulled her to him.

“Not so fast, witch. I’m still talking to you.” His eyes looked dangerously lethal.

“I’m done talking to you.” She squeezed her arms out but he didn’t budge.

“Let go of me, you pervert!” Sif’s annoyance suddenly evaporated. What did she just call him?

"Excuse me?" His eyes were dancing in amusement.

"Yes, you're a perverted sicko. Who in their right mind would kiss and touch a woman without asking her permission nor apologize?"

"I don't ask permissions. Women fall in my lap. And I don't need to apologize when the woman enjoyed it too." She gaped unbelieving. This is the most conceited man she had ever met.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, it is so and don't deny it. You're still blushing thinking about it." Cupping her face, she turned away from him in embarrassment. She had to regain her composure. But roaring sound was heard from afar. Looking back, she saw a group of men running towards their direction. They looked mighty and strong. Were they more of her pursuers?

Tyana looked back at him when she heard growling sound behind him. He saw horror in her eyes making him feel unease to see her frightened. Before he could pull her close, she hesitantly grabbed his sleeve to hide and seek protection from his body. He hissed. She was clutching his arm and he was feeling like a randy lad by that very little contact.

"For goodness sake, bro! What's wrong with you?!" Faolan roared as he and his men ran like they were in a battle about to catch and pound an enemy. "You know it was hard to track you down with all the smell reeking in smoke and thousands of mortals. " As he neared, he motioned to the woman hiding behind her, peeking to see the new comers. "And you went off to some random cloaked woman and you -" He stilled when Tyana came out to his view.

"... and she's a very pretty maiden." A blind surge consumed him. He tucked Tyana back behind him and sized his brother up.

"Oh, wait. Chill man! That was a pure appreciation. You don't have to be so aggressive." And Faolan ignore his deadly stare, going slowly close to Tyana. "I think I already know who she is considering how..." looked at him with a dancing teasing smile on his face. "... how possessive you look."

"Hi! Don't be afraid little one. I'm this surly guy's handsome brother, Faolan Barclay of the Lykan clan."