Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story (6 page)

Closing the trunk, I look up and see the cat on the
other side of the garage, sitting on a shelf.  His ears are flat to his head,
and he flashes his teeth as he lets out a juicy sounding hiss.  He doesn’t like
me, probably because he knows I can kill him in one bite.  

Sapphire is standing where I left her, next to the
sink with her drink in her hand.  Something about her is alluring, so much so
it clouds my brain with nothing but her.  Before I went to my car, I was
struggling to keep things calm so I can savor the moment.  The General’s wife
Dolly is always saying I’m too focused on my duties that I forget how to enjoy
myself.  I intend on enjoying myself for a while tonight.

“I can show you where my room is, you can set your
bag down in there.”  She absently licks her lips, another one of those things
she does with that tongue to entice me.

I grin at her innocence, it makes my job easier.  I
tend to over-think things at times.  I can tell she hasn’t ever had another guy
spend the night.  I can also tell, she’s never experimented with sex. 
Thankfully it means there won’t be a lot of images of her doing anything with
someone else running through my head.  I won’t pick up the scent of someone
else in her bed, which would send my senses two steps from the edge.  “You’re
still dressed,” I state the obvious.  Her eyes widen at my blatant reply.  “That’s
okay, I’ll enjoy watching you disrobe.”

“Will you now?” Sapphire says as she twirls her
finger around the hair which has fallen in her face. She’s an expert at
flirting, I’m pretty certain she’s an expert at a few things.

“Yes, I’ll take great pleasure in it as a matter-of-fact.” 
I set my duffel bag on the kitchen counter next to the bottle of Jack.  The
bottle of rum is closer to where she’s standing.  She’s poured herself a fresh drink;
hopefully she didn’t over do it and get drunk on me.  Liquid courage isn’t
something a werewolf needs.  We’re naturally driven by sex and food.  Being
with a human does take a little more control than it does if we’re with another
werewolf.  We’re stronger than humans, but we do a good job at hiding that
fact.  Dolly has the strangest classes for us to do to understand our
strength.  She gives us a paring knife and makes us peel a tomato without
squeezing it into tomato sauce.  Once we master tomato peeling, we graduate to
cracking eggs and separating the yolk.

“Would you like another drink?”  She asks as she
swirls her drink around with the swizzle stick.

“No sweetheart, I’m more interested in getting you
naked.  Put your glass down and come here,” I say gently as I coax her to me.  Once
she’s an arm length away, I take her by the elbow and pull her to me.  She’s
pressed against me, her breasts are nice and round, but I can feel her heartbeat
quicken ever so slightly.  Her nails feel longer than they look, as she digs
them into my back.  To hell with slow, I need her, I want her, and I’m going to
make her scream for more.  I close my eyes as I kiss the top of her head. 

“You feel so good, I can’t get enough of you.”  I
worry I’m going too fast for her, but in my world it isn’t fast. I scoot down
so I can look her in the eye.  We’re nose to nose, her lips almost even with
mine.  “Sapphire, I’m going to ask you a question, and whatever the answer is,
I will respect it one hundred percent.”

 She presses her body closer to me, for a moment I
envision her as one of me, as my mate.  My true mate, the one to be my lover
forever.  I’ve heard other mated wolves say their body knew who their mate was
from the moment they met.  I feel that way towards her.  None of the couples in
our pack were humans, so I don’t know if it’s just horny or I’m really
that
drawn to her.

“Whatever may I do for you Parker?”  She does her
best Scarlett O’Hara impression and bats her eyes.

“I want to do bad things to you, are you game?”

She grins up at me and raises an eyebrow.  “What do
you have in mind?”

To rip her clothes off and have my way
with her…she’s not that kind though.  She needs it shocking, but slow.  She
needs to be protected from the other half of me, the half that wants her more
than I do. Hell, what am I doing?
 My hands slide down
her body until I come to the edge of her dress.  I hear her let out a small gasp
when I grab her panties and pull them down.

“Do you know this is our first sunrise?  Sapphire
says and wiggles up closer to me.

“I do.  Do you realize you fell asleep for
twenty-seven minutes?”  I take my finger and tap the tip of her nose.  I laugh
at the look of horror on her face.  “What’s wrong, I was fine.  I enjoyed
watching you snore; it was cute.”

She tucks her forehead into my chest and shakes her
head back and forth.  “I don’t snore,” she proclaims.

I chuckle at how embarrassed she is about snoring. 
“It wasn’t too loud…I thought it was cute.”  We brought a sleeping bag out to
her back patio to fulfill a fantasy of hers.   She’s never had sex underneath a
night sky with nothing but the light of the stars and moon. Earlier we both had
huddled up closer and laughed when a neighbor’s dog started barking.  I guess
we were too loud.  The owner never came out to check why the dog was barking.  
“I don’t have a problem being naked on your back patio, but you were telling me
you have people who go fishing in your backyard every morning.  I’m sure they
won’t mind seeing you naked.  Hmmmm, on second thought, we better go inside.”

Sapphire stands up first, giving me a view I’d
rather not disturb.  I sigh to myself and reluctantly get up, dragging the
sleeping bag with me.  I pull her to me, unable to resist her perfect mouth. 
Kissing is an intimate experience for a werewolf.  We use our mouths to kill
our prey or play with a pack member.  Our senses are completely acclimated to
the needs of the other person.  If she were one of us, she’d be even more
attractive to me…which is hard for my brain to wrap around.  As much as I want
to stand outside and ravage her incredible body, I’m aware of someone nearby. 
I take her hand and pull the sliding glass door open. 

Last night, which lasted until forty-five minutes
ago; I was interested in knowing every inch of her body…now I want to know her.
  I want to know what makes her tick.  She mentioned community service, is she
a scrapper?  Does she like to swim, or ride roller coasters?  Does she crave
sweets or salty foods?  What’s her favorite song and does she sing karaoke
often?  Who was the first boy she kissed?   I want to know if she’ll always shudder
when I touch her, and if she cries at Disney movies.  I want to know every
aspect of her life.  I can’t scare her away, I don’t want to sound like a
stalker by asking her a million questions.   Her backyard is small but backs up
to a pond which makes the scenery beautiful.  To have a part of nature in the
middle of the city is incredible.  She doesn’t have any trees though, nowhere
to run.  I couldn’t ever live so close to my neighbors.  It would drive me
crazier to be without her.  The living area and dining room are at the back of
the house with views of the water.  The living room has a large stone fireplace
flanked by bookshelves, giving the room a cabin feel.  Family photos and
well-worn books fill one shelf.  I bet she’d find our shelf with pictures of
wolves odd. 

“That’s my mom Pearl when she was twenty-one,” she
says and points to one of the photos.  “We’re close with our mom.  She’s always
been there for us, and now we’re there for her.  She owns both sides of this
duplex.”  She suddenly lifts her hand and smacks her forehead.  “Crap, I didn’t
put any food out for Jackass.”

“You have a Jackass you set food out for?”

She laughs when she realizes how it sounded.  “My
mom’s cat’s name is Jackass.   Don’t ask… she has a knack for names.”

“Ughh, I swear that cat has it out for me.  Every
time I’m in charge of the cat, something happens.  One time, I accidentally
locked the cat in my closet all day.  When I got home, I found he had clawed my
carpet into a giant pile, leaving a hole.  Last time I took care of him, I gave
him catnip and he went crazy.  I’m not talking about
oh ha ha, the cat loves
catnip.
  No, he flipped out and ran laps around the house.  He jumped up on
the shelf with all the photos and knocked over most of them…breaking their
frames.  I can’t imagine what his retaliation will be this time.  I hope you
don’t mind, I need to run next door and get the food.”  Her eyes dilate as she
talks about the cat. 

“I saw a cat last night when we got here.  He was in
the garage when I was getting my bag out of the trunk.”

“Oh yeah?  He has a little door to come and go as he
pleases in both sides of the house.  I bet he got himself locked in the
garage.  I always set the door to not let him in, but I think I do it the wrong
way…I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time.”  I pull out my phone to see if
anyone is looking for me.  I know everyone at the farm is waking up and going
for a morning run.  There’s a chef who usually does our cooking, especially the
pack breakfast.  There’s a pool-house with dressing rooms and doggie doors to
enter and exit.  In the movies, werewolves shift back to human form in their
clothes.  In real life, we’re naked and we have all seen each other at one time
or another.  The guys give the girls privacy if available.  My stomach rumbles
as I think about breakfast.  Maybe she’ll want to go grab something to eat.

My voicemail had one message from the General.  He
wants me to hunt down a rogue wolf that’s been causing problems down in the
south-east part of the state.  It’s a guy by the name of Avery, he’s a real
dick.  He’s old for a rogue, probably in his fifties if not older.  We age
slower than humans.  Rogues live a hard life; they are usually drunks and take
part in illegal acts after years on the run.  A few years back, Avery got into
trouble with the law for illegally selling horses.  I close my phone, not
before turning off the tracking device.  Rogue-chasing can wait until Tuesday,
right now I have
a jewel to polish
.

The patio door slides open and Sapphire has an armful
of food and a bag of cat food.  I go over and help her with everything.

“You did some grocery shopping at your mom’s I
see.”  I set the pack of bacon and carton of eggs on the counter. 
That
counter
, the one with my special memory of seeing Sapphire completely naked
for the first time.  I smile to myself and reach up to the pan rack and pull
one down.  “If you’d like, I’ll make us omelets.”

“Oooo, tall, dark, and can cook, what did I do to
get so lucky?”  Sapphire says as she digs in the refrigerator.

“When I was a teen, I took a few cooking classes. 
I’m pretty good if I do say so myself, but I’m not the best baker.”

“We’d make a good team then, I’m pretty good at
baking.”

~~~~~~

We spent the morning cooking and talking.  My head
kept going back to the same question.  How do you say you’re a werewolf?  It’s
never been an issue, until now.  I tried to divert the conversation to stories
of her life.  When she told me about the night she left the library and being
attacked a couple of years ago, it almost made me shift in anger.  It took
everything I had, not to run out and find the guy immediately.  She told me she
still has the outfit she had on that night, just in-case they find the guy. 
When she gets in the shower, I’ll get the bag from her closet and memorize the
smell.  The guy will never be prosecuted; I’ll be the judge, jury and executioner. 
He’ll never stalk a woman again, and that’s a promise.  I’m going to teach him
the meaning of fear.

The water turns off in the bathroom.  After a minute
or so, I hear the shower doors open, causing a waft of shampoo to circulate in
the room.   “Come here, I want to dry you off,” I say and hold a hand out to
her.   I remove the towel off her head, allowing her hair to fall over her
shoulders. 

She giggles as I pick her up and toss her on the
bed.  “You have a glorious body, a goddess in your own right.  I could say a
lot of adjectives to tell you how I appreciate your beauty but I prefer to show
you...” I pause to kiss her neck, and tug her towel open as I run my fingers
down between her breasts. “Your olive complexion and soft skin are a turn on
like you wouldn’t believe.  I was enchanted the moment you walked through the
gates at the soccer game.  You looked confident and shy at the same time.  I’m
so glad Collin’s brother is such a good soccer player, I may have never met you
if he wasn’t.”  I bend down and cup her breasts and lightly bite her nipple. 
She squirms, but she thrusts her breast up, encouraging me to nibble the other
nipple.

“Are you trying to seduce me Parker?”  Her eyes,
heavily hooded, smolder with desire.

 “Is it working?”

“Hmmmmm….maybe,” she replies.

“Can I tie you up?”  She nods yes.  “I’m only going
to restrain your hands.”  I kneel to grab my overnight bag and pull the
restraints out.  It’s always good to keep them available for rogues I capture
and of course, and the times you can tie up a sex-goddess.  This set is new,
and cushioned to keep bruising at a minimum - unless you’re a douche, I save
zip-ties for them.  “I’m not going to blindfold you; we’ll save that for later.”  
I place her in the center of the bed with her head near the footboard.  After I
get her arms securely restrained, I leave the room to make a couple of drinks.