Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story by Devyn Dawson Page A

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