Pup was everything I could have ever asked for. Strong, gorgeous, loving, kind…everything. The way he let me decide how far and how fast we went physically without making me beg or plead or even ask for what I wanted was so refreshing. The way he kept whispering the question “Yes?” and how he watched me, those things drove me wild with need for him. It was such a turn-on after dealing for years with men who always put their own wants ahead of mine. No, not men. Pup was a man. Those previous lovers were just boys. But my connection to him was more than lust. I knew it, could feel the bond in my heart. He was someone I could trust, someone I could give my heart to. We could have a wonderful future together. If only. Because as I hurried away from the man consuming my thoughts and toward the lighthouse, my happiness faded and anxiety took hold. My coven, my family, was not accepting of him. I needed to do some major damage control and figure out a way to make my sister understand how Pup was fated to be mine.
