Arrival of the Prophecy, page 3
“Are you going to chain me up again?” she asked, pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Not unless you ask me too,” he replied smiling at her, revelling in the sweet taste that still lingered in his mouth.
A single drop of her blood had raised the beast in a way that had nothing to do with fur and claws. The more he looked at her sitting the way she was, completely vulnerable, the more his desire grew. Every alpha wolf wants their female to be strong, but they also want them to be submissive and need their alpha in every way, in either form, human or wolf. He knew Sky was pure, he could smell it, and wanted to hold her in the highest of regard.
He allowed her to leave after the two agreed on dinner at her place the following evening, and then he made sure she made it home safely by having his driver go as far as walking her to her door. The driver waited for Sky to open her apartment door before he bowed his head and excused himself.
She watched him until she couldn’t see him anymore then shut and locked all three locks on the door. She dropped her purse on the floor and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands, wondering if what she just went through was a dream, or if it really happened. Werewolf she thought. “What’s wrong with me? The first hot guy to ever look my way and he’s flat out nuttier than a fruit cake,” she said out loud, looking over at the white cat named Doc that was stretching out on the back of the chair. “I should call the cops, but they’ll just ask what I was doing there. Momma just doesn’t want to explain why I jumped in a limo after meeting him one time.” Because he was beyond handsome, she thought.
She went into the kitchen to fix herself a glass of pop, thinking about how Anthony pulled off the trick that he did with his hand and wondering what she was going to do if he actually had the audacity to show up the next day. She was undeniably and annoyingly attracted to him, but the drugs, bondage and the whole ‘I’m a Werewolf’ thing, was a little more than she thought she wanted to deal with. Now she was wondering how she was going to get out of seeing him again if he actually showed up.
Chapter Three
Sky woke up to her phone ringing and her head pounding with a full blown migraine. She reached over to pick it up right as it stopped ringing. She pulled one of the pillows out from under her head and placed it over her face, trying to block out the morning sun. The phone started ringing again and she threw the pillow across the room, cursing because her head was about to explode. She looked at the clock next to her bed and noticed it was five thirty and two hours away from the time that she had to get up.
“Hello,” she said, still fumbling to get the phone by her ear.
“I tried to call you last night, but you weren’t home,” Mallory said.
“What do you want, Mallory?”
“I’m sorry to call you this early, but I can’t come in today and you did say you were the one in charge.”
“So, why can’t you come in,” Sky asked, sitting up holding the top of her head.
“That would be my business now wouldn’t it?” she replied in a high pitch snobbish tone.
“You know what Mallory, I couldn’t care less if you ever come back in,” Sky said, and then slammed down the phone.
She grabbed her head as soon as the receiver was out of her hand. “I should have done that softer,” she whispered, getting up and walking to the bathroom. She started drawing herself a tub of hot bath water, then went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She went back into the bathroom and took off the sweat pants she slept in, leaving the tank top on until her coffee was ready and she was able to bring a cup into the bathroom. She saw the bruises, proof that the earlier events really happened. She now realized if she’d only calmed down she wouldn’t even have them. She looked down stunned, unable to wrap her mind around what her eyes were seeing.
The scratch or what she had presumed to be a scratch, was red, swollen and looked more like a deep knife wound that happened days ago, not a mere oops with a finger nail just a few hours earlier. The more she looked at it, the more she couldn’t figure out how her leg had gotten so infected so fast, or why the wound looked two times larger than it did the night before. The one thing she did know was she had to figure out a way to cover up both wrists and ankles before she went into work, or she would be asked questions all day. The one thing she was grateful for was the fact that the worse busy body in the entire store wasn’t going to be there and she couldn’t be happier.
Sky soaked in the tub and enjoyed her coffee until the water began to cool. She contemplated topping it off with more hot water, but didn’t want to make herself late.
She chose a long, pale pink skirt, with a long sleeved white dress top and a pair of mid-calf white leather slouch boots, that she never wore because the heel was a little higher than she liked. It might have been the fact that an attractive man had shown an interest in her, but she felt like wearing make-up. She applied a light layer of foundation and teamed it with a slightly daring red shade of lipstick. She slid into her clothes carefully, not wanting to smudge her lips. Every action she was doing seemed like something she did on a daily bases, even though Sky did the complete opposite and had done so for the past eight years. She was a strict creature of habit, always bathed at night, never wore more than mascara, never bothered about nice clothes for work, and hated the way heels made her legs feel as soon as she put them on her feet.
Today Sky walked into work with her head held high and a sway in her hips. Her look and personality had changed to the point that a fellow employee’s asked if they could be of service, before realizing it was Sky they were speaking too. Her hair hung down straight and parted in the middle, giving her the appearance of a porcelain doll. The dark contrast of her hair against her white canvas skin was breathtaking with the stark red of her lips. She held herself differently when asking a customer if they needed help and sold more in merchandise by lunch, than she had in the past week. She oozed confidence and had no clue from where it had burst forth from.
“You have a phone call, Sky,” Becky said, walking up to her. “You look fab! Where were you hiding this?”
“Hiding what?” she asked, looking down as she walked to the service counter.
“You...this,” she replied, looking at Sky from head-to-toe.
“Not today Becky, I don’t feel like dealing with your second grade crap,” Sky glared back, and then picked up the phone.
“It was a complement,”Becky snapped, swinging her head around and walking away.
Sky was shaking her head when she answered the phone.
“Are we still on for tonight?” Anthony asked in a soft tone.
“Would you show up, even if I said no?”
“More than likely.”
“How do you know I didn’t alert the police about your strange ways?” She found herself smiling into the receiver.
“I’m assuming it would be procedure for the police to gather both sides of a story and seeing as I didn’t have a visit, I’m guessing you haven’t.”
“Well, what’s so special about me anyway? If you just want to get in my panties you might as well give up now,” she said, shrugging her shoulders like he could see her.
“I think you’re perfect for me, and if all I wanted was sex, I would get it from my brothers club anytime I pleased.”
“Gross! And you don’t even know me, Anthony. How could you possibly think we belong together?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
“Your touch, your smell,” he whispered. “When my beast reaches out, women want to do anything I ask of them. The one that is meant for me holds the other half to my soul and can withstand the allure of my voice.”
“Oh please, can you hear yourself right now? You sound like a bad “B” rated movie, ‘The allure of my voice,’ you are not doing a good job of winning me over you know.” She laughed.
“If I prove it, will you freely give me a long lingering kiss on our date tonight?”
“Sure, if you can prove that women go ‘googoo’ at the sound of your voice, better yet, I get to choose the woman.”
“You, my lady, have a deal. I’ll see you before you close the store tonight,” he humorously replied.
“You’re on,” she retorted, then hung up the phone.
***
Anthony stood looking at Sky from across the store later that day, and knew by the way she carried herself that things were already changing in her system. He also noticed how exquisitely attractive she looked with her hair around her face and makeup on, drawing him to her on a sexual level that was the human in him and had nothing to do with the beast that lay quietly inside. He started walking toward her; his eyes locked on her every move. He was licking his lips at the thoughts that were roaming through his mind, when she looked up from the stack of shoes she was about to pick up off the floor.
Sky got goose bumps when she saw him coming toward her, she tripped over the shoes she’d just got through stacking, and almost went down on top of them. Her heart began to race as sweat started to form on her upper lip, while her eyes grazed over his body like a starved animal. He was wearing black, denim jeans that caressed every muscle, with a long sleeved, baby blue silk shirt, tucked in and buttoned halfway up and a pair of black shiny boots. This time his hair looked like he just towel dried it, then walked out. Though it was easy to tell he had added hair gel and created the style. She stood up, running her hands down her skirt to wipe off the sweat that had accumulated on her palms, then stuck her hand out in a greeting fashion.
“Hi,” she said.
“Good afternoon,” he replied taking her hand, turning it over and then kissing the back of it.
Anthony stood up straight, looking down at Sky, then out of nowhere pulled her up against his chest and kissed her full on the mouth. Both of Sky’s hands flew in the air and she froze like that for the first few seconds of the kiss, then, against her better judgment she slowly raised her hands and gripped the sides of his face, deepening the passion of the embrace. Something primal was unleashed inside her. Sensing her submission and desire, Anthony wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. Sky wrapped her arms around his neck, never losing his lips or breaking the magic of their first proper kiss. He lowered her as he broke free from the kiss, staring at her as if it were the first time that he truly saw her. He touched her cheek, feather soft, leaning down and kissing her above each eye.
“You will be so easy to love,” he whispered
She laid her head on his chest, reeling from a whirlwind of torment inside her heart. She wrapped her arms around his firm, slender waist and with a contented sigh realized that she had never been kissed so passionately, not even in her wildest fantasies. The Sky she knew would never have even thought about doing it in a store with other people walking around. Yet here she stood with the most gorgeous man who had ever given her more than two seconds of his time, wanting her to be a part of his life. She couldn’t figure out why he was attracted to her in the first place, and she was still trying to determine if he was crazy.
“You have my head doing somersaults, but it’s not because your voice is so alluring,” she mocked with a smile. “I, have the perfect woman.”
“Will you finally believe me when I prove this?”
“If this woman falls for you, then I’ll believe anything. Even that you run around on all fours and sprout fur,” she said swinging her hands in front of herself like a referee calling an out at a baseball game.
Sky walked over to the service desk and picked up the loud speaker microphone and asked for Dorothy to come to the main lobby. A few minutes later Sky and Anthony turned around to watch as Dorothy walked off the elevator. Standing five ten, hair cut in a military fashion, wearing dress slacks which would have been more suited for a man, a white shirt, tucked in and black tie, she did not resemble a woman. She wore no makeup, no jewelry—nothing but a serious expression.
“Yes ma’am?” Dorothy asked with a deep voice.
“This is a woman? You’re sure of this?” Anthony asked, with his head slightly tilted.
“Can I help you with something, sir?” Dorothy asked in a slightly higher tone.
“She is indeed female,” he bowed his head toward Sky. “I would like you to get down on your knee pretty lady.”
Dorothy dropped to her knees without a moment of hesitation, causing Sky’s mouth to hang open so long that Anthony reached over and closed it. “Now I would like two cold drinks for Miss Sky and myself, then you can go back to your duties.”
“If you need anything else just call for me and I’ll rush it right to you,” Dorothy replied, then stood up, trying to lean in and kiss him.
“That really isn’t necessary,” he replied, pushing her back.
“I’ll do things to you that you could only dream of,” she said, grabbing a handful of his shirt and ripping it.
“Dorothy!” Sky said in a loud voice. “Take your hands off of him.”
The woman that towered over her stepped back looking down at her, then nodded her head. Dorothy gazed at Anthony then looked down at the ground as she rushed past dutifully going to fetch them a cold drink. Sky glanced over at Anthony feeling a little embarrassed, because she knew the smile on his face meant he speculated that she snapped at Dorothy because she was pawing at her man. Maybe she was a tad bit possesive, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him.
“I have a little confession,” Anthony announced.
“Why is it when someone says “little”, they mean something huge?”
“I don’t think this is a very big deal, but you might not find it so amusing,” he admitted, smiling a bit wider.
“Okay, just tell me,” she said leaning on the service counter with her arms crossed.
“I’ve known Dorothy for years, she’s one of my clan, but I didn’t have the heart to tell you when I saw the look on your face. You thought I couldn’t pull in a lesbian.”
“That’s wrong on so many levels,” she replied going back to the microphone and calling Dorothy back down.
About that time Dorothy came around the corner carrying two cold bottles of water. “I’m sorry, the cafeteria downstairs was already closed so I brought you these,” Dorothy said taking a knee in front of Anthony, causing him to look over at Sky and shrug his shoulders.
“Dorothy, why are you on your knee?” Sky asked, looking down at her.
“Because,” she paused looking up at Anthony, and continued when he nodded. “He is my King, the leader of our clan.”
“And what type of clan would that be?” Sky asked with a smirk, re-crossing her arms.
“The best of course. Werewolf.”
Anthony placed his hand on top of Dorothy’s head, then reached down and took the bottles of water, excusing her with just his eyes. When he turned back around he could tell by the look on Sky’s face that things were finally starting to sink in. He walked over and put the water on the counter, then took Sky by the shoulders, looking her directly in the eyes.
“My people are all over the city, yet it’s very easy to not know about us. We’ve been very careful for thousands of years and only a few of my kind have been sighted for what they really are.”
“Is your world like what the movies make it out to be?” she asked, putting her hand on his waist.
“In part yes, and in others, no. Would you mind if we finished this conversation after dinner at your place?” he asked, caressing her upper arms.
“That’s fine, but I’m still not sure that I believe all this mumbo jumbo werewolf business.”
“May I give you a ride home?”
“Sure, but it will be a while, I have to close up.”
Anthony waited out in his limo while Sky finished up. She and Dorothy passed each other a few times, smiling at one another. Sky was seeing her in a whole new light. When they closed up they were walking side by side laughing about something. Anthony watched from the backseat of his shiny black vehicle amused by the two women. Dorothy stepped up and opened Sky’s door then closed it once she was inside.
“I see you and Dorothy have become friends,” Anthony said, pulling her closer to his side.
“I had no idea she was so cool.”
“What were you two laughing about when you came out?”
“The only reason that I’m going to tell you this is because I know you’ll just ask her. She told me that you must be good for me, because I looked super-hot today,” she paused turning her head to see if he was looking at her and he was. “Then I told her...that she was just reading the thoughts that I was having about you, ‘cause you looked so damn good in those jeans and it just made me look more appealing.”
“You told her that I look fine in these,” he said turning his whole body in the seat. “What sort of things were you thinking?”
“I’m not going to tell you, that’s not how it works.”
“I see. So, I have to get you to show me what you thought of in regards as to how I look in these jeans?” he asked, wiggling his eye brows at her.
“Would you stop?” she replied pushing him on the leg. “I have no intention of showing you anything of the sort.”
He leaned his head back and let out a full belly laugh, causing her to join in whether she wanted to or not. They continued to joke and play all the way to her apartment. His playful nature had her blushing most of the way.
Chapter Four
The driver pulled over in front of her apartment complex and opened the door and the two of them stepped out. Once they got to her apartment, she fumbled with the keys trying to get the right key in the lock. Anthony could tell she was nervous, so he gently took her hand in his and slid the keys from her, placing the first one he chose in the lock, opening the door.
“Lucky try,” he said, holding the door open for her.
The first thing she did when she walked in was pet Doc, who was asleep in his favorite spot on the back of the chair. The one thing that was different about this afternoon was the fact that she had a visitor with her, making the cat sit up and take notice. As soon as Anthony looked at the cat, the cat hissed and took off to Sky’s bedroom, going straight under the bed.
