ChristosJust before I drove fully out of the big garage, I saw my Beta coming towards me and I accelerated the car noisily. I knew he was coming for one purpose only, to make me change my mind about going out with me.I know he is one of those that are fearful I might meet a mishap one day that may be too much for me to handle alone. I quite understand and appreciate their concern but if only they know how relaxed I am with the thought of death.‘I will never try to take away from the duties of my Beta or make him feel unworthy and unneeded. No, that has never been my intention but my movements and his need to want to be everywhere with me is obviously something we will never agree on.’ I concluded within me with a wry grimace, knowing it is impossible to change who I am, just to please others.“Maybe if you had not been so adamant about not having an escort, the seven year old incident would not have happened.” My wolf said through the mind - link and I almost hit my face on the whe

Becca. Just as I should have guessed, a few minutes later, a direct call came in on my phone and with a brief glance, I saw it was from my friend. With a swift move of my hand, I ended the call and this continued for a few more minutes as she persisted in calling me. Unable to bear it again, I flipped my phone to the switch button and with a finger it went off. Pulling the pillow to my back, I closed my eyes, trying to breathe easier. Just then I heard the phone ringing downstairs and I knew it would be no other person but Cindy. ‘Damn friendship and nosey girls.’ I cursed wildly knowing my anger is more of a deploying tactic to keep her at bay from trying to convince me to do what I did not want to do. I knew deep down that I must not allow myself to speak with her or even see her face to face, else my anger might dissipate and I fear for what she would make me do. I heard a knock on my door and after a brief response, Mary, my elderly maid poked her head around the door. “

Christos.I was having a small talk with Eric downstairs at the front hall while we waited for Erica whom I was told was getting dressed when I heard light footsteps. Glancing up slowly, I was confounded when I saw Erica walking down the stairs with her mother following more sedately behind.Her beautiful hot looking mother! Whom I had thought might not show up to even wave a goodbye.Raising my head higher to look directly at her, metallic blue eyes crash passionately into coffee brown and I finally realised why the thought of the mystery girl had become almost nonexistent.It is because another different witch is taking over my thoughts. This particular woman whom I never knew had such power and so I underestimated her.I don't know how she did it but it’s apparent she has been busy threading her way to my head and thoughts without my permission.“Mum will be going with us, Uncle Christos.” Erica Summer broke the lengthening silence in the room and I felt waves upon waves of excitem

Christos Fighting an intense arousal in front of little kids is not the best way to spend an evening, I must tell you. “What will you do if I dare slide my fingers all the way in?” I murmured softly, making sure only she could hear my words. “You would not dare.” She murmured back with a glare and I smiled. “What if I do?” I retorted wolfishly and I saw the flare of fear and awareness in her eyes. “Then you will force me to slap you in front of all these people.” She lashed out in a saccharine voice. “Is that all you can do to discourage me? You think I am scared of a little slap?” I felt disappointed; I had been hoping she would say something more effective. “You might not be scared of a little slap but I know you are scared of the media.” She affirmed and I laughed softly. “Scared of the media? My girl, I ain’t scared of no shit.” I informed her with a snort. “Not scared maybe, but I know for a fact that you, Christos Fernandez, will not love to be in the news with your fac

Christos.With no mercy or consideration for her dress, I took the advantage of her momentary silence to pull it down to her waist to reveal her highly pointed breasts and with a flick of my finger, I drew the cup of her bra downward before lashing unto a nipple with my hungry mouth.‘You beast!” She suddenly found the strength to insult me even as she moaned and my answer was to keep loving her with my lips, hands and mouth.I never knew it was possible for a woman to be so vocal in her passion. She kept moaning and shivering with the power of the emotion I was invoking in her.Determined to make her see and accept what was happening between us, I drew my hand below and even through her pants I could see she was all wet and ready for me.Trailing my tongue slowly from her breast to her tummy and waist, I licked every damn skin in my path and with a flick of my fingers, I had her panties down to her knees before she could process my moves.“What are you doing?” She finally became cons