Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story (11 page)

Storm bounces over to me in his footsie pajamas and
his brown curls.  It always breaks my heart to walk out the door when he looks
so cute.  A day of ice-cream and SpongeBob sounds like fun.  We’ll have to do
that this weekend.

“Bye mommy, drive careful.  I lub you.”

“I lub you too.  Be good for grandmommy, we’ll go
for ice-cream when I get home.   You have to be good though.”

“I be good mommy. See you yater gator.”

“Phire, will you put Jackass outside before you
leave.  He’s so peculiar, the way he reacts to Storm should be recorded and put
on that show about funny videos,” mom says.

 She’s right; Jackass flips out when he sees Storm. 
He arches his back and bounces sideways as he growls and hisses.

“Mom, remember we’re calling him Jack…not jackbutt,”
I scold.  “Bye!” 

Pulling into the parking lot on my chopper, my very
loud chopper, always makes me smile.  The shop across the way has this older
couple that run it.  They always look at me like I’m going to run over and slit
their throat.  The loud muffler makes it impossible to hear for the first five
minutes after I turn off the motor.  When I started riding, the vibrations of
the bike literally made my ears rattle.  I pull off my gloves and without
noticing a person behind me, he grabs me around my throat with a handkerchief
held over my mouth.

What the hell?  Where am I?
My
head hurts, shit I must have hit it on something.  Opening my eyes, I take
mental notes of my surroundings.  It’s a house with seventies green shag carpet
and reeks from years of wear and cigarettes.  My hands are bound behind my back
and my legs are secured to the chair I’m sitting in.  “Where the hell am I?”  I
shout out loud.

The door to the room swings open and this guy is
standing there, rage across his face. 

“So you finally decided to wake the fuck up.  Let’s
get the party started.”  He puts his hand on the wall and belches.

PARKER

“They’re going to Paris?  I’ll be out there soon.” 
I hung up and cussed under my breath.  I’ve kept a low profile since Abel has lived
at the farm.  It isn’t that I’m against him; I want him to get a feel for the
pack and decide who he wants as his beta. 
How in the hell did I get stuck
with a babysitting gig?
  The drive to Oklahoma City is about four hours
from Wichita, Kansas.  I’d been chasing a vampire that I’d heard was working with
a couple of rogue wolves. I load up my SUV with all of my gear and my guns. 
I’m guessing I’ll be staying at the farm again. 

This asswipe rogue has run around biting humans and
leaving them to figure out they’ve been infected with werewolf venom.  When I
hunt him down, he’s gonna wish he were dead.  I’m not playing games with this
bullshit anymore.  It’s been hard enough hunting the General’s murderer and now
I have to find who is being reckless.  I’ve been hopeful to avenge the death of
my alpha, hopefully, everyone in Paris will find some information.   His death has
changed everything and everyone.  He would have been honored to have know the
Great Wolf exists, and Abel is indeed him.  Now, my role is babysitter of the
newly made werewolves.  One of the were’s came to the farm with amnesia.  She
doesn’t remember what happened and from Oakley’s description she’s hot.  Funny
thing about being bitten, if you’re not in touch with your humanity when you
shift, you risk never turning back to human.  This girl, they nicknamed her Sam
until she remembers who she is, has shifted to a wolf, but not back to human. 

It isn’t uncommon for a bitten person to shift and
not shift back for a day or two.  Typically they do shift back to human by the
end of the week.   Those that don’t shift back must be destroyed.  We can’t
risk a werewolf running around in our woods scared and toxic.  A few years back
the General had a special holding room made for the new wolves.  On the
surface, it resembles a jail cell.  We added a few creature comforts, such as
music and a TV which is placed outside of the cell.  Pru and Dolly came up with
the show line-up.  The monitors come on for Ellen and Animal Planet for a few
hours every day.  Oakley and Abel were able to tell her about being a werewolf
before she shifted, but I heard it was dramatic.  Watching Oakley fumble around
as he shifted to do a show-and-tell game makes me laugh on the inside.  I’m
sure the chick flipped out.  These days, I don’t do too much laughing.  I don’t
have time for laughter or socializing. 

At least I’ll get time with Tatiana while I’m in
town.  She was recruited by Pru to join our IT department a couple of months
ago.  She came to us from the Dallas pack after having a fallout with one of
the guys.  Tat earned her degree from MIT at the age of twenty.  Wiz is an understatement;
she’s a damn rock-god of technology and a sex-kitten.  I smack the steering
wheel and laugh just thinking about how she’d react if she knew I called her a
kitten.

We hooked up after a night of drinking heavily.
We’re more of a supply and demand kind of relationship, she keeps me in supply,
and I’m demanding.  We don’t date, we fuck.  I’m a wolf, I need to fuck…she’s a
wolf and needs it too.  We don’t hold each other’s hands, we don’t sleep together,
and we don’t go anywhere in public together.  I once asked her to a movie, she
wrinkled her nose and said I’m not really her type.  I paddled her the next
time we didn’t
sleep
together.

She’s the polar opposite of Sapphire, which is
good.  Tat has an aura about her that screams sex.  It wouldn’t surprise me if
she becomes a dom in her future.  Her Texas twang and her MIT brain are sexy as
hell.  The younger guys aren’t into brains right now, they don’t see her the
way I do.  Tat doesn’t wear make-up, but her pale blue eyes are always
sparkling as the wheels in her head spin with ideas.  Phire had flowing long
onyx hair, the kind that smelled freshly showered and when her head was arched,
her hair hung to her ass.  That perfect round ass that turned me on so many
times
that
weekend.  Without thinking, I smack my head backwards into
the headrest, damning myself for going there. 
There
is where Sapphire
is, where my wolf’s mate is, where my heart is. 

I suck at keeping my thoughts of her at bay.  When
everyone gets back from Paris, I’m having a talk with Abel and Dolly.  I want
them to take into consideration that my wolf has been uneasy since I left her
those years ago.  How four damn days could have such an impact on me is beyond
my comprehension.  It isn’t fair to either of us, but I’m still against turning
her into a werewolf.  Can I go the rest of my life without my wolf’s true
mate?  Probably not.  That’s where Tat fits in, no strings and no feelings. 

An owl swoops down in front of me, the headlights
give the enormous wings a celestial look.  I notice a wiggling snake dangling
from his talons.  What a magnificent hunter he is; it would be cool to shift
into an animal that flies.

A heaviness falls over me as I pull up to the house,
its white pillars and deep red bricks give it an estate feel.  The previous
house was old and run down after years of the harsh Oklahoma summers.  The pack
went to Ireland together and visited some of the Phelan family while the
construction crews built this house.  Dolly had gone over the furnishings with
a designer before we left town, and she wasn’t disappointed when we arrived
home from Ireland to our magazine ready home.  Everywhere I turn the General is
there.  His wolf spirit looms low over me as I get a grip of the reality that
he isn’t here, and never will be again. 

Abel and Chrissy are on the porch as I pull up to
the house.  I haven’t figured out what he sees in her.  She has the personality
of a wet sponge, not really my type.  Her prissy laugh and awkward walk make
her a strange mate for our rising Great Wolf.  However, I did loan her my Prius
while I went on the road.  Just because she isn’t my thing, doesn’t mean I
won’t help her out. 

Abel walks over and debriefs me about the rogue
situation.  The girl they are calling Sam hasn’t  returned to human.  There
isn’t anything I can do for her other than encourage her to remember who she
was.  I’ve never dealt with a person with amnesia before, so her not knowing
about her own life could defeat her humanity and she’d have to die. 

Everyone left, leaving me with the skeleton crew
that runs the farms crops and computer programs.  Speaking of computers, I’m
going to find Tat to burn off some primal needs I’m experiencing. 

~~~~~~

Before I have a chance to look for her, she comes
bouncing over to the porch. “I thought I heard your car.  I’m digging your
whole metro look you’ve got going on,” Tatiana says. 

Oh hell no, she didn’t call me metro.  “I see
someone’s a little feisty this morning.” I pull her to me and back her up to
the brick wall.  She’s searching my face, waiting and anticipating her
punishment.  Her eyes give her away, she wants it and she wants it now.  I lean
in and bite her lower lip, just enough to make her squeak.   “Let’s go inside.”

The house is quiet for at least another hour.  I’ll
run with the guys to assure they know I’m in charge and won’t put up with their
shenanigans.  First, I have a need to fulfill.  I take her hand and lead her to
my room.  I flip on the lights and take a deep breath, my way of knowing if anyone
snooped through my stuff.  A faint hint of a familiar smell lingers in the
house.  It’s as though the scent changed its DNA.  Tat rubs her hand up and
down my arm and laces her fingers through mine.  She knows we don’t do
affectionate, I’m emotionally checked out. 

“Get naked,” I demand.  Her pale blue eyes sparkle
with delight as she pulls her blouse over her head.  “On the bed and start
touching yourself.”  She’s seductive by the way she saunters over to the king
sized bed and sits on her knees in the middle.  One hand between her legs and
the other running through her hair, she’s moaning already as she shows off for
me.  I can tell by the little half-moon white patches under her butt cheeks;
she’s been using a tanning bed. 

“Are you going to join me or should I take care of
myself,” she purrs.

It’s been too long, and I’m ready to go.  “We’ll
play this by ear, now back up to the edge of the bed.  Get on your hands and
knees.”  I pull my shirt and pants off, springing to life my obvious
excitement.  I walk over to the side of the bed to take in the view.  She
didn’t find out I was coming to town until all the spas would be closed.  I
take my hand and glide my finger along her freshly waxed lips.  Hmmmmm.  “Let
me check for condoms.”  I fumble with my nightstand drawer looking for a condom.
I find a box of Trojans hidden beneath some random papers.  I rip the wrapper
open and gently glide it down and into place.   I join her where we left off. 
“Turn around and face me.”

“May I be of service to you?”  Her lip creeps up in
a slight smile.

“You may service me, keep your ass in the air as you
give me head.”

Her eager mouth slipped down over me and worked her
magic.  It didn’t take long for me to climax, my hands in her hair gripping
tight as I found the release I needed. I like it to last longer, but we’re on a
time crunch.  She needs a little punishment, but I’m suddenly not in the mood
to please her.  Some would call it selfish; I call it she’ll- come-back-
begging- for- more.  I know she’ll be thinking about me when she takes care of
herself.  Stifling a chuckle, I walk away and head to the shower; leaving her
frustrated on the bed with her mouth hanging open.

“Morning, everyone,” I mutter as I catch up with the
pack on the back patio.  “Nice morning for a run.  Once we’re done we’ll go to
town for some grub.”

“How long you stayin’?”  Michael glares at me and
pulls off the security wrapper on a five hour energy drink.

“I’m the beta dipwad, and this is my pack.  If you
have problems with me, call 1 8 0 0 bite me.  I don’t have time for your soap
opera bullshit.  Go shift and meet me in the clearing.”  I turn around and pull
my shirt over my head.  Tatiana is looking at me like she has something she
wants to say.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine.  I’ll meet you out back.”  She runs off
to the pool house.  I wonder if she’s going to come clean that she’s having sex
with another one of the pack members.  If I had to guess, I bet it’s Michael. 
He’s never had any issues with me before, so I’m figuring he isn’t happy about
his girl giving me a blow job. 

After breakfast I ask Tatiana to stay behind and enjoy
a cup of coffee with me privately. 

“Okay.  I rode with Michael, let me tell him I’m
staying for a few minutes.”  She’s nervous about talking to me, never a good
sign.

“Hey hun, can I get you anything else?” The
middle-aged waitress asks.  “You want some more coffee, it’s guaranteed to put
more hair on that nice broad chest.” 

“Yes, dear,” I rumble.  “I’ll take some with creamer
please.  I’ll take one of those bear claws to go with it.”

She grinned from ear to ear as though she’s having
her own conversation in her head.

“I can’t walk away without you flirting with
someone.  Shame on you,” Tatiana says and sits down next to me.  Public display
of ownership doesn’t happen on my watch.  What’s she up to?  I’m about to find
out.  “Hello Mr. Beta, what can I help you with?  Would you like to slip into
the bathroom and get a quickie?”