Chapter 147

Ciara was thrown into yet another terrifying, sinister phantasm. Gripping the sheets, a blood curling scream tore from her throat. Her body was bathed in sweat, her body burning up with fever.

No amount of ice or drug could keep the awakening inside her to subside. She was a full blooded Enepsigos, craving the live giving source of her mate. Her body yearned for release only Jon could bring but there was no escape, no respite.

Xander’s senses were overwrought as his body soaked in her readiness. She was out of control, begging for blood, her hips rotated wantonly, beckoning him to ease the burn between her thighs.

“Jon? I need to feed....I need you...God please...its hurts...”

The burgundy of Xander’s eyes set the fire inside her alight and she moaned when his hand reached out to brush across her lips.

Why were Jon’s eyes another color? Passion?

With unbridled fury and passion mingled into one dangerous emotion he yanked her underneath him, ripping her nightgown to tatters he shuddered as her body arched gracefully, her burning hands scorched his skin, her nails ripping at his flesh.

Her face buried in his neck, her tiny rows of teeth sank into his skin hacking impatiently until she tasted his blood on her tongue.

“God Ciara!” He didn’t care that her teeth were too blunt to cut clean through, she was a squirming, mewling kitten in his arms, begging him for more. And more he will give.

Her mouth searched lower, nibbling the tight male nipples she purred as the pleasure she gave him vibrated through his chest.

Her thighs parted when his hands tugged the remains of the nightgown aside. The flames in her core were melting her insides, chasing a spasm of molten lava to the pit of her stomach.

A knock at the door shocked Ciara out of her reverie and she jerked as her eyes focused on the olive skin so close to her, his hands so intimately close.

“Xander?” Her palms had flattened against his chest, her eyes blinking wildly.

“Who else would it be? Jon? Not likely Meli.” His laugh was cruel above her. “ We’ll have to finish this later.”

He swooped from the bed, yanking the door open, Ciara gripped the sheet, covering her nakedness.

“Master. I apologise for the intrusion but you have a visitor.”

“Can’t it wait?” Ciara could almost see the poor servant cower at her master’s vicious snarl.

“He said its important Master.”

He flicked a quick look at the delectable woman on his bed, all bright eyes and wild haired.

“I’ll see you later Agapeemenee.”

The key turned in the lock.

Ciara let her mind wander to blue eyes and a devilish smile, to blond bangs and a raspy voice. Strong calloused fingers and a hard, suntanned chest... a longing groan escaped from deep inside her core....”Joooonnn”

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Jon’s stumbled over his words. None of the fans seemed to have noticed but the band did and they turned their eyes towards the sweating, hopping lead singer.

Was his mind betraying him? Was his heartache going to his mind, driving him insane or was it her voice calling out to him?



“What happened on stage bro’?”

“Ciara... I felt her. I don’t know what happened, its like she was inside me, touching me.”

“You know its her birthday today?”

He nodded.

“I’m going to find her Richie. I have to. Something happened to Chimala, I just fucking know it.”

“She could have ditched you, you know.”

“Not Chimala, not now. I just pray to God I get to Ciara it time.”

He didn’t need to say more. The sword was hanging above their heads since she disappeared.

Clasping his brother’s shoulder he spoke, trying to believe his own words.

“You will find her. Everything will work out just fine.”

~~

Ciara scrambled to a sitting position when the loud bang of the lock on the door echoed through the room.

She had refused to sleep, she couldn’t afford to find herself in the same position she was earlier but now she had to face him head on. Had he come back to finish where they started? What if she fell pregnant with him? Oh God! Will she have the strength to end her own life if this should happen?

The gentle voice of the servant girl collapsed Ciara’s coiled frame back into the sheets.

“Mistress? Are you awake?”

Her kind eyes brought a smile to her lips.

“The master has sent me to prepare you for your birthday dinner tonight. He requested that you wear this dress he bought especially for you.”

“Tell him I apologise but I don’t feel well. I’ll take my dinner in my room.”

“He expected you to make an excuse and insisted that you come. He has a very special guest he wants you to meet. Please mistress, do not wake the master’s anger. I will help you dress and do you hair beautifully. I’ll draw your bath.”

She fluttered hastily towards the bathroom.

An hour later Ciara found herself staring at a stranger, a red-cheek, beautifully dressed, stranger.

The servant girl sighed romantically.

“You look like a princess, mistress.” She grabbed another perfectly placed curl, placing it so it fell down the side of her cheek. “, The master will be satisfied.”

It was the rustle of her midnight satin dress that brought the two dark heads up moments later.

“Agápi̱ mou! You look breathtaking!” The chair grated backwards. His dark frame came towards her, his eyes smouldering, his fangs in full view. Bowing his head closer, he cupped her chin gently, settling his cool lips on her burning ones. She shuddered as his fangs scraped her sensitive lips.

“You’re so sensitive to my touch.” His thumb pad pressed lightly on her lower lip. His eyes sobered suddenly, the swirling burgundy morphed into a more subdued crimson. Turning towards the visitor blocked by Xander’s huge frame, Ciara felt her heart drop.

“Please meet my brother. Giorgos.”

Time stood still as she watched the raven black head of Xander’s sibling tipped his head backwards, sniffing the air appreciatively. His head turned and Ciara felt her nails dug into Xander’s palm.

“Giorgos, this is Ciara.” If he recognised her he didn’t show it.

“The name doesn’t do you justice Ciara. She is quite a catch my brother.” His glowing eyes closed her throat up. His fangs glistened in the electric light and Ciara suppressed a panicked cry as her thoughts went back to that night in the alley and those glinting fangs ripping into her flesh.

His fluent movements were quick and as she looked up she was staring into the face of her attacker.

“Please to meet you Ciara and if I may say so my brother, she smells divine. I hope it is in order to wish you a wonderful 28th birthday.”

His lips touched the back of her hand sensually and as his brother turned to pull out her chair she gulped as his tongue darted from his lips, lapping hungrily at her burning skin.

“Welcome to Greece, panémorfo (gorgeous). You couldn’t have chosen a better place to call home. You’re in good hands now.” Straigtening slowly, he led her to his awaiting brother.

Ciara couldn’t help but feel that she was smack bam in the midst of wolves, hungry wolves…