Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story (7 page)

“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?”

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.

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.