Sapphire: A Werewolf Love Story by Devyn Dawson Read Free Book Online Page A

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