Mated to the Alpha Knight

Damn, damn, damn.

Emrys was a whole man, if you catch my drift...

During his meeting Emrys changed into a tight, what looked to be, black fighting leathers; the material hung to his muscled self beautifully, and the black boots he wore matched. A few different colored metals and badges decorated his right pec area and his black hair combed back, letting his broad shoulders appear more intimidating. A small golden sun pendant was closest to his heart.

A deep growl of lust lifted out from Emrys as he watched my eyes roam over him; just to get more of a reaction, I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes innocently as I sunk further into the tubs water - only stopping before the tub covered my eyesight of him.

"How was your meeting?” I questioned, watching him bite his own lip and take a few steps towards the bath, red rising to my cheeks; but I had nothing to be afraid of or embarrassed by. I wanted to be his mate, I wanted to be his.

“Ugh,” Emrys sighed and rested on the bathtub side, his tan fingers running down my naked thighs which were out of the waters embrace; goosebumps and sparks left in their wake. Emrys smiled as he met my eyes. “I do not want to talk stressful business right now, especially after seeing my stunning mate like this,”

Dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine, I was surprised to taste something of honey lingered on those pink lips. With a smile and pulling back, I slowly licked lips while those orbs of storms followed my every move, silver peeking through.

“Mmm, honey,” Like an unasked question was answered, Emrys smiled brightly and chuckled, swiping his thumb over his lips.

“Laker insisted we stop for a bite of honey cake at one of our favourite places in the city, don't worry I got you some,” Humming in response, I cupped his cheek with one hand, my thumb running over his soft skin

“Thank you,” My voice quieted as he leaned into my touch. “And to repay the offer, maybe I could destress you,”

“With an offer like that, how could I refuse?”

Pressing my lips to his, both of us closing our eyes and relaxing into the others touch, the water danced over my milky skin as I sat up; deepening the kiss. With one hand gripping the side of the tub as heat rushed between our laboured breaths, Emrys reached up and pulled me closer with his hand on the back on my neck.

Biting his lip gently and running my tongue down the side of his, I dragged my still wet fingers through his pushed back, black locks, messing up their perfect order; how could something feel so, 50, so good?

A knock at the bedroom door interrupted our steamy session and as Emrys pulled away with a loud groan, I pecked his cheek playfully.

“I'll be here,” I smirked, letting my hands rest over my bare breasts and my legs sumerging back under the lukewarm water. Emrys licked his lips, savouring my taste, and as he stood, he shot me a wink.

"Better be,” After he left the bathroom and left the door open just a crack, making sure if whoever knocked at the door entered the room could not see me if they entered, Emrys opened the door. "Yeah?"

“Busy?” Laker asked and I could hear Emrys scoff, a smile playing at my lips as I quietly let my fingers play above the water.

“Well, I was about to be then someone interrupted me,”

Laker laughed. “Sorry mister hot pants,” I chuckled silently, the water becoming cooler and cooler with each passing second. “But I was wondering what time you were leaving tomorrow? Your father-"

“Not here,” Emrys sighed, halting whatever Laker was about to say. “Let's talk business in the hallway,” Not a minute more, the door quietly clicked behind them as they went out to the hallway and their voices now nonexistent.

Draining the tub and wrapping a navy blue towel around me, I couldn't help but wonder about Emrys secret life - he seemed to hate his father or maybe just held no respect for the man, could and would lead armies, and I felt so stupid; how could I not question my bland and boring life from before? My parents, the people who created and raised me, seemed a-okay with letting me live a lie, never telling me the truth, and forcing Emrys to do the same - what kind of power did they hold over him?

Rubbing lotion onto my freshly shaved legs and putting my damp hair into a coiled bun, I pushed myself up onto the dark countertop between the twin sinks and started to floss.

What would Emrys’ job mean for me? Course, I'd have to move here to Star City which, as of right now, I don't have a problem with it. Moving here saves me from dying of a embarrassing lie, never would I have to see Jackson again, and Ostana would be by my side since she’s more than likely to move in with Laker at any moment; unless her father forces her to become Alpha at our home pack, then things would be messy for her and Laker. Speaking of father's, why did mine act so tough on Emrys?

“Sorry,” Emrys spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. Throwing the floss in the nearby bin and looking up right as he walked in, his fighting leathers still affecting me greatly as heat rose within my core, I laughed as he deadpanned at the empty bath then me. “I can't believe I missed bath time,”

“Don’t worry,” I assured him as he walked up to me, splitting my legs so they could wrap around his waist, his arms on either side of me and trapping me in. “I promise you Ill bathe more than this one time,”

Emrys chuckled, stormy orbs meeting my ocean blue ones.

"Good, next time we'll save water and do it together,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,”