The Witch and the Three Kings

Strength of the Bond

Wyatt

Three years, she been here for three f*****g years. How had I not known this? I go to the nearby town, where her cafe is all the time and yet, we never crossed paths. I never scented her, never felt her, nothing. I am completely dumbfounded at this revelation.

My Beam has been so close to me this whole time and I didn't even know it. I let out a humourless chuckle and look at the woman I thought I didn't want, both as a witch and thinking I don't need a mate at all. I'm an idiot... I know.

"It's crazy that you have been here for three years and we never crossed each other's path" still trying to wrap my mind around all this. Khaia looks like she has a lot on her mind as well, I can only guess, it's not what I am thinking about.

I don't even think she heard me. "Beam...?" I put my hand on her knee and crouch in front of her, cup her cheek in my hand, forcing her to look at me and finally, her honey browns look at me. My mate is worried and that makes me worry. Does she not trust that I will protect her, that I will keep her safe.

I may not remember everything, but I remember enough to know that I would never let that Bear anywhere near my mate. Not while I still breathe and maybe even after.

"So much has changed." She looking at me with so much conflict in her eyes that it make my chest tighten. "The strong mate bond without a mark, your missing memories and the fact that the Pack was moved. I have so many things to figure out and very little to time to do it all." Moved pack?

"Yes, the pack was in Europe, not here. It must been moved after our last death" Black chimes and again, more information for little old me to digest.

"Wow, I did not know this is not our original Royal Pack territory" shocked, to say the least. Beam on the other hand, does not look impressed.

"How the hell did you not know this?" she looks slightly annoyed at me. "What kind of king doesn't know his history? Shouldn't you have learned your pack history at school?"

"Of course, I did my pack history and origins. However, nothing in it say our territory was moved for it's founded land"

Khaia is looking at me like I had grown two heads and honestly, now I'm starting to worry. What else do I not know about my surroundings?

"Okay, this is way too much for one night. I just want to take a shower and sleep. I will deal with all this when I have the energy" Khaia says this as she stand up and starts to move towards the bathroom door...our new bathroom, done by her.

I let her go without hesitation, she needs this time to process everything, and so do I. I watch her until she closes the door.

A heavy sigh leaves my lips, laced with a soft groan when I hear the shower start and my mind starts to move way from important matters to my very naked and very wet mate in the shower right now. Godess help me.

All I can think about is her flawless, soft, beautiful, wet body under the shower head, water gliding down parts my hands should be touching.

My d**k went hard just thinking about her body, not even what it would be like to f**k her tight, hot and wet little p***y. I need to chill.

I take a deep calming breath, which did absolutely f**k all because suddenly it felt like I could feel her tiny tingly little hand going up my abs. My breath caught in my throat for moment and I hissed as mating sparks danced along everywhere these phantom hands touched.

I lay down on the bed facing the ceiling and just enjoying the sweet, sweet torture. I don't even know how she is doing it but I was tempted to walk into that bathroom, join her in that shower and pin her on that newly tiled shower wall and f**k her into oblivion.

FUCK!

My d**k was just about ready explode. I give my d**k a squeeze through my jeans and groan when the phantom hand rub my thighs. With how they felt, you would swear I was naked and she had access to my unclothed body, but I was fully clothed, just magical hands under those clothes.

The hands stop and I hear the shower turn off. I take out a sigh of relief, relief as it turns out, was short lived. At this point I think my mate is trying to kill me.

I balance on my elbows when the bathroom door opens a few moments later and I am assaulted by the strong scent of my mate's arousal. I breath in deep and another groan can be heard, at this point it can't be helped.

Out comes the sexiest creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Wearing a navy blue towel I have never seen before, must be her magic.

Her legs looked so enticing in that towel that just came around mid thigh and I knew it wouldn't take much to get to the honeypot, just a little lift will do.

She sways those beautiful, thick, mouthwatering hips across to the other side of the room where my dresser is, a ghost of a smirk playing on her juicy lips, she knows what she's doing and she is enjoying it. f**k! She's really trying to kill me.

"Do you have something I can sleep it?" she casually asks me, as though she is not poking the beast, a very hungry beast at that.

A low warning growl vibrates in my chest, she needs to understand she's skating on thin ice. I sit up straight and look at my little minx through lust clouded eyes.

"Pick whatever you'd like in the dresser, beautiful" my voice is so deep and strained, it sounds foreign even to me. Holy s**t I am so hard.

I need to to pull myself together before jump this Goddess in front of me, who is busy putting on my black Metallica shirt over her towel, letting it fall to the new wood floor. I can see how hard her n*****s are under that shirt and that makes it hard for me to control my growls.

She continues by putting on my boxer shorts, folding them a couple of times at the waist so that they fit.

She looks like a f*****g dream in my clothes. Dear god, may I survive this night.

While she is still busy, I get up from the bed to join her. Moving like a preditor mid hunt, stalking its prey. My prey however, is this sexy as f**k minx in my clothes and they never looked better.

My hands instantly move under the shirt she's wear when I get close enough. I draw her towards me by her waist flash with me. She gasps but does not protest my advances, take that as a sign and I brush my lips on hers just before I full on devour them.

So f*****g sweet, she tastes so sweet.

She is my favorite flavour of all time. Pulling her impossibly closer, melding her perfect soft body to my rigid, hard as rock body. She fits perfectly, just like I knew she would.

Sliding one of my hands down her round ass and pressing her core to my d**k when she gets on her tippy toes. The moan that she let's out gives me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue in that sinful mouth and deepen the kiss. This kiss speaks of my passion, lust, possessiveness and desperation for my mate.

A growl vibrates in my chest as I squeeze her soft ass and her breath hicks. Every part of my body lights up like a f*****g Christmas tree. I need this woman like the air I breathe. I want to claim her so she know who she belongs to. I want to worship her body until she begs me to stop. Until she is shaking with powerful orgasms. Until she proudly wears my mark and the whole world knows she is my Queen and no one else.

From the intense scent, I know she is slippery in between her legs and I f*****g love it. My favorite scent. Everything about my mate is my favorite.

"Wyatt" it's breathy as she pants. Just like that, that is the only way I'd like her to call my name from now no. Pulling away slightly. Her honey browns hooded and filled with lust and... is that fear I see?

Last thing I want is for my mate to be scared of anything I do. I always want her comfortable and happy. " Yes, beautiful. What's wrong?"

"As good as this all is, and god it is so good. I don't think I'm ready."

"I know beam, and nothing will happen until you are. I know today has been a lot emotionally. I just really wanted to kiss you" my eyes have softened, no longer heated. She need time and I will give her all the time in the world, even though the strength of the bond is going to make that hell.

"Come on" I say as I skim her hairline with my lips, taking a deepbreath "lets get you to bed"

I'm definitely going to need a cold shower after she falls asleep. Damn!