Sapphire, A Werewolf Love Story

by Dawson, Devyn

  “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.

  “Parker! I think you forgot something!” Sapphire yells from the bedroom.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be back!”

  “Oh! You’re so mean!”

  Swirling the drink around with my finger, I head back to the bedroom. She looks so tantalizing with her nude body waiting for me. “I’ll make it up to you,” I whisper.

  “I’d clap my hands together, but I seem to be tied up at the moment,” Sapphire giggles. Her lip turns up a little in the corner when she flirts with me. She squints at the sun peeking through the blinds and casting a light across her body.

  I reach over and adjust the blinds until they’re completely closed.

  “That’s sweet, thank you.”

  I set the two drinks on her nightstand and lean over to kiss her cute pouty mouth. “Do you have any massage lotion?”

  “There’s some baby oil under the sink. Don’t judge me by anything else you see, remember Ruby uses my bathroom too.”

  At the farm we’re lucky enough to have enough bathrooms; we don’t have to deal with girlie things. The cabinet is filled with cans of hairspray, bottles of lotions and pink boxes. “What do we have here? This will be fun!”

  “Oh. My. God! I told you not to judge,” she squeals.

  “I don’t judge,…but I hope you prefer the real thing.”

  “I do…especially when the real thing is you.”

  She squirms on the bed until I can no longer stand around watching. No, my wolf is coming unglued, and begging me to touch her magnificent skin. I’m dying to feel it under my fingertips…touching and teasing…to listen to her spirit cry out in pleasure.

  “Would you like a sip of your drink before I start? Once I’m started, I might not be able to stop and I want to make sure you’re taken care of,” I chuckle for a moment. I hold her up so she can take a sip. I lean down and lick her lips, enjoying the fact that I’m going to make that mouth scream.

  My hands, slick with baby oil, slide against her hips. I let it pool in her bellybutton, and with my hands around her waist, I use my thumbs to rub it in on her flat stomach. “Spread your legs,” I demand.

  “Knees up, or spread out?” She demonstrates for me and my excitement is fighting my mind.

  “How about knees up,” I put my hands on her knees and spread them apart. “I think this will work. Sapphire?” She doesn’t answer. “Sapphire?”

  “Yes.”

  “What would you like me to do?”

  Chapter 8. Restraints

  SAPPHIRE

  Stepping into the shower, the water drones out my verbal sighs as the water beats down on my head. My hands lather up with soap and slowly wash every part of my skin. I tenderly clean my breasts, paying attention to my hardened nipples. They tingle in memory of Parker’s teeth nibbling them. I close my eyes, and clean the stickiness between my legs. I’ve never had sex so many times in one night. He has an insatiable appetite for love making.

  I step out of the shower and wrap myself up in my fancy fluffy towel. I’ll die if he left while I was in the shower.

  “Come over here, let me dry you off,” his sexy voice relieves my fear.

  Of all things I imagined him saying, I didn’t expect he’d want to dry me off. I was wet at the thought of him rubbing me all over. He took the towel from my head and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I shuddered when he let my hair fall on my back. He tugged on my towel, allowing it to fall to the floor. The racing in my heart is surely visible by the pulsating in my chest. The thrumming in my ears is drowning out any noise in the room. I could drop dead and I’d die a very happy woman.

  He asks me if he can tie me up, telling me it will only be my hands. I’d never have believed the guy at the soccer game was so kinky, I think to myself as I watch him dig in his bag of tricks. He pulls out a pair of neoprene looking gloves and straps with metal rings to connect it to my bed frame. “Why are they like gloves? I thought people used handcuffs or silk ties.”

  A devilish grin crosses his face and I know I’m in trouble. “I’ll be sure to bring my silk ties next time,” he says and winks at me.

  Hot damn! I can’t lie to myself and say I’ve never fantasized about being tied up. The first pornographic pictures I saw were of a girl tied up. She had a black blindfold on and big red lips. The guy was wearing leather pants and shirtless in his perfect abs glory. It was the first time I pleasured myself as I looked at a picture.

  Sadly, I can’t help but wonder if he’s done this before.

  “Scoot to the middle of the bed,” he says. He takes my right hand and puts it in the glove. “They’re gloved so you can’t wiggle out of them as easy.” He winds the connecting end through my bed-frame and gently tugs to confirm it’s secure. Once he’s finished, he steps to the end of the bed and looks at me. His arm is across his chest and his hand is tapping his lips. “You look hot, would you mind if I took your picture?”

  Step back there bucko…he did not just ask if he could take my picture as I’m tied to my own bed. I’m not sure how I feel about him photographing me at such an intimate moment. Obviously, my mouth speaks without getting approval from me. “Really? I’m sure I look a mess.” I did not just say that like a southern-belle…oh but I
did.

  “You look beautiful.”

  “If you don’t think I’ll break your camera.”

  “Never, you’re gorgeous.” He pulls out big fancy camera from his bag. After a minute of him adding a contraption to the end of his camera and taking a couple of ‘practice shots’, he starts taking pictures. He sets the camera down and without warning, he jumps up on the bed and hovers over me in a push-up. He lowers himself until his mouth closes over mine. My hands strain against the restraints in my desperation to run my fingernails down his back. “You’re gorgeous when you’re frustrated,” Parker says and springs up from the bed. “I’ll be back.”

  Obviously I’m not going anywhere, and he’s off playing tormentor of the horny girl. “Oh Parker,” I coo. “I’m in here, alone, not getting touched…could you please rectify the situation?” I’ve never wanted to be touched and fucked so bad in my life. I hear him laughing in the other room. Gah!

  We showered together after another sex marathon. The two of us were spent by the time we lathered up and washed each other. His hands were gentle, yet strong as he washed every inch of my body. It wasn’t sexual, it was primal. He pulled me in for a hug and let the water cascade down on us. I blushed as he looked down at my breasts while they were smashed against his broad chest.

  I’ve no idea how long our shower took; I just know that Stone, Ruby, and I shower one by one and never run out of hot water before. I giggle to myself at the thought of me telling Ruby about our shower.

  “What’s got you so tickled?” Parker asks as he turns off the water and leans out of the shower to grab a towel. “Turn around.”

  I turned without question and he began drying me off. “Nothing really, just thinking about running out of hot water…it’s never happened before.” He leans over and kisses me.

  “Don’t worry; tomorrow we can set a timer to find out how long it takes to run it cold.”

  He sure is presumptuous with his overnight bag full of tricks and clothes. “Did you plan on sleeping over?” I ask and point to his bag. I’m not trying to get into a big debate, I did invite him over and I did have sex with him.

  He tilts his head as follows my finger. “My type of job requires me to be able to leave in a moment’s notice so I need to be prepared. I’m happy to be your sex slave for another night, if you’ll have me.”

  “You carry sex toys for your job? Restraints and clips and who knows what else are in your little black bag of fun.” I say higher pitched, in a way to sound like I’m not serious. I am a little.

  He chuckles as he pulls his bag open and pulls out a pair of jeans and a designer t-shirt. “Oh what a beautiful mind you have my raven-haired beauty, nice and dirty. I love that you think they are sex toys. Sometimes I have to pick up people that may need restraining. Don’t raise that pretty eyebrow at me, I’m serious.” He tugs on the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor and grabs me around the waist as we topple to the floor.

  “Are you a hit man?” I ask half joking, half serious.

  He flips me over on my back and he hovers over me. “I work on a farm and we do vegetable crops. On the side, I’m a bounty hunter. I find criminals and turn them in to the authorities.”

  “You’re like Dog the Bounty Hunter?”

  “You could say that. I don’t need a group to help me though. Very rarely do I take a group with me to any of the hunts.”

  “Sounds fascinating, and dangerous. Is there a bounty hunter school you have to attend?” I’ve never known anyone so tough.

  He stands up abruptly and pulls my hand to follow him. He grabs his bag and we climb on my bed. “I have a degree in criminology, which is my real passion. I love the farm, but there are times I get to be a cop of sorts. Are you okay?”

  My guy with a bag of tricks is cool as hell too. “I’m more than okay. How sexy is that?”

  He chuckles and slides his hand under my chin, “I hope you feel safe, I’d never hurt you.”

  My heart believes every word, my brain screams in joy. I just got did by a bad ass, how fucking cool.

  Chapter 9. The General

  PARKER

  Jackass glares at me as I climb into my car. As liberating as it’s been being naked for the past forty-eight hours, I must go home. Sapphire looks cute in her blue silk robe, although it’s tugging at my heart to say good-bye. Mental image taken, not that I’d ever forget the way she glows, or smells, walks…talks…giggles. No, I’ll always have everything etched into my head.

  Pulling away from her house is as though my heart is being ripped away. I better make an appointment for a one on one with the General. There are rules about human-werewolf relationships. The General isn’t one for bending rules, especially those involving humans. No matter what he says, I’m not biting her.

  The farm seems to be a thousand miles away from her house. Each mile I drive is killing me slowly. How can one woman touch the depth of my soul? Now she’s found….it will kill me to lose her.

  A couple of the guys are outside playing Frisbee which is difficult to do in the Oklahoma wind. I laugh as one of the guys gets whacked on the side of the head with the Frisbee. Oakley is on the porch talking to someone on the phone. He gives me a nod of the head as I walk past him into the house.

  “Hey, anyone know where the boss is?” I shout out.

  “I’m right here,” the General crosses the room towards me. “Everything okay?”

  “Can we go to your office and have a talk?” I set my phone and keys on the counter. The sooner we can talk about Sapphire, the sooner I can make plans to bring her to the farm.

  The house is large and beautiful. I can’t begin to count all of the times I’ve felt like a bull in a China store walking the halls. Dolly has an eye for beautiful things, the kind that are fragile and expensive. His office is the one room in the house that Dolly didn’t have an influence. All four walls are a dark green which are set off by the white woodwork. The General had custom burgundy leather furniture made for the room. He sits on one of the oversized chairs and I take the one across from him.

  “What’s on your mind Beta?” The General reaches into the secret beer fridge that is built into the end-table. “Want one?” I nod yes and sit back.

  I rub my hand across my whiskers as I find the words to describe my newly found relationship. “Okay, there’s a girl…well, not a girl…a woman. I met her the other night and we spent the weekend together. You know I don’t get emotionally involved with human women. My wolf could care less about my opinion, he has found his partner.”

  “Hmmmm, interesting. Has her spirit reached out for you?” He takes a sip of his beer.

  When a human’s spirit cries out for a wolf, the wolf will typically answer. Those humans have a werewolf somewhere in their genetics. The Native Americans have a higher percentage of wolves in their gene-pool. “It isn’t as if the subject was brought up…we didn’t talk about the fact I’m a werewolf. I’ve never told a human, you know me…I keep to myself.”

  “What are you asking me Parker? Do you want me to tell her?”

  I’m never nervous talking to the General, but today I’m beyond nervous. “No, I want to marry her and not turn her. There are other packs that have been successful at mixed marriage and I think I can make it work.” To a human that hasn’t ever fallen in love in a second, they’d never understand how a werewolf knows beyond a shadow-of-a-doubt. I know that Sapphire probably wouldn’t say yes if I asked today, but give her a couple of weeks and she’d know we’re meant for each other.

  The General stands up and walks over to the window which faces the woods where we run. “You’re suggesting going against our nature, the natural instinct to be as one with your intended. You’re foolish to even consider such a ludicrous thought. One day, when you’re making love to her and your wolf overpowers your man and bites her…what will you do? That is the main reason we have the rule in place. The pack in Texas has several unmated females if you’re lonely.”

  “Sir, it has
nothing to do with loneliness, it has everything to do with her staying human. I’m not biting her.”

  “I’ll do it for you, but she needs to come here and we can do it in a controlled environment.” He finishes off his beer and sets it on the table.

  “No, I don’t want her to be one of us. She’s good, she’s rowdy but good. I sense her essence in every move she makes, and she’s not ready to be a werewolf.” I reach over and pull out another beer for him.

  “Call it off. You can’t have both worlds, you’re either going to bite her or you’re going to let her go. If you don’t mind, I have a conference call with the Council.” He stands and walks over to his desk. He picks up the phone and starts dialing without another word to me. It’s one of his quirks, finishing a conversation abruptly. Dolly says it’s because he has so much going on in his head that he doesn’t want to clutter up a conversation with unnecessary words. So much for having a long drawn out conversation.

  I’ve never felt so much anger towards my alpha before now. There’s no use in arguing with him, and I can’t go against him. I storm out of his office and head outside to go for a run.

  “Want company?” Dolly yells out.

  “Do I have a choice?” I snap through gritted teeth.

  Dolly doesn’t flinch; instead, she glares at me. I hold the gaze for about fifteen seconds, until I cede to my alpha female.

  “Go shift, I’ll meet you in the clearing,” Dolly commands.

  The one time I want to run alone, I get stuck with a partner. I take off my clothes and step out of the pool house and shift as I enter the woods. I make it to the clearing in time to witness Dolly terrorizing a squirrel. She doesn’t typically eat small prey; the squirrel doesn’t know that though.

  The woods are filled with different aromas. Everything from wild flowers, to a carcass of a deceased animal lingers in the air. The redolence of wolf is on every leaf, every stick and every cubic foot. Each member of the pack smells different. Every so often, we’ll pick up the scent of a hunter that has wandered into our woods. It doesn’t happen as much as it did a few years ago…the General bought up all the acreage in the surrounding area, to lessen the contact with humans.