**Author's Note: It seems like this will be a bit longer than 4 parts. I'm hoping it won't be too long and just keep it to 6 parts. Working on outlines right now as I work a little on other projects but I promise this is at the front.
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Serafina wore a blue flower and white sundress that nicely showed off some cleavage while not making her seem too slutty. She tweeted to the world that she was off to Greece to get away and would be back to record her new album for next year.
Serafina landed in Greece in the early AM. Her friend Crysta, a famous American model, picked her up in her limo and they drove to a villa on Santorini. The ivory white stone and sapphire blue domes of the buildings perfectly matched the sapphire clear waters of the island. Serafina felt like she was stepping into a Greek Myth, that she would see a siren or nymphs playing in the waters or meet a god in disguise on the road and be ravished.
Crysta had beautiful ebony skin with tightly curly black hair like an African princess and full pillowy lips and big round brown eyes. With her bone structure she could be a descendent of Nefertiti, Egyptian Queen. If she shaved her head then she could wear the queen's head dress.
Crysta, like most celebrities and the 1%, had a pet werewolf but also like many she treated hers more like an animal. Crysta's werewolf was a fair skinned female named Kenya. Serafina shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the young woman next to her wearing a diamond studded collar glowered at the floor of the limo. She was willowy, pretty with pale skin and shoulder length brown hair that shined like bronze in the light.
When Kenya looked up at her she had the greenest eyes Serafina had ever seen. They were like two precious stones that gleamed sadly in the light. Crysta caught her pet watching them.
"Don't worry," Crysta took out a little remote that looked suited to be a car alarm. Kenya's emerald eyes widened as Crysta pressed a button and the werewolf female jerked and whimpered.
"I have one of those handy shock collars," Crysta smiled as her pet twitched on the seat. "Kenya has been misbehaving recently. She bit my assistant just last month close to full moon."
Serafina's throat went dry as she croaked, "What happened to your assistant?"
Crysta shrugged her sloping dark shoulders.
"Possibly on someone else's leash or put down," Crysta reasoned rather casually that made Serafina's skin crawl. "Newly made werewolves can be quite rabid you know."
Most werewolves nowadays were domesticated through selective breeding. Pureblood werewolves had the most potent bites being descended from Alphas. Alphas were the first werewolf breeds, not one trace of human breeding within the blood line. Like purebred dogs, Alphas were often bred with their own relatives to keep their blood untainted by diluted bloodlines.
Serafina tensed in her seat as she felt her stomach churn at the sight of the poor collared werewolf female start to drool on the leather seat. Had sleeping with her own pet caused her to feel such sympathy?
"So where's your pet? I thought you'd be bringing him here for a Full Moon Party," Crysta asked excitedly.
Serafina took a deep breath to try and slow her pulse that quickened in the past few minutes. She smiled then said, "Cash hates flying."
"Why not tranquilize him?" Crysta asked, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
"I don't like doing that," Serafina said frankly.
Crysta stared at Serafina for a long time then finally shrugged with a smile. They continued the ride with Crysta mostly talking about this big party happening tonight at the Greek villa they were staying at.
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Serafina was jet lagged after her flight. Crysta said they were staying with an American actor, Garrett Ransom at his villa so they could rest before the party tonight.
"They're saying he's the next big thing," Crysta said with her brown eyes sparkling. "He'll have his name on the Hollywood Walk of Fame soon."
"Really?" Serafina yawned already thinking about the soft bed she was going to sleep in. She had heard of Garrett Ransom. He was definitely a hottie with dark hair, a strong jaw line and perfect muscular frame and full lips. His eyes were a mixture of blue and hazel brown as if he had a ring of copper around his iris. Classically handsome.
Serafina had seen him from across the room at a few parties and seen some of his movies. He was actually a good actor. Serafina never cried at much of anything but when she saw a Ransom film she felt a tear running down her cheek.
"Kenya, come," Crysta called her pet. A subdued Kenya climbed out of the stretch limo on her mistress's leash. She walked on two legs at least, Serafina sighed instead of being forced to walk on all fours.
"You'll like him," Crysta winked. "Some rebound sex will do you some good."
Serafina couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh I see," Serafina spoke slyly. "You're trying to fix me up?"
"I feel bad," Crysta grew somber. "I was the one who introduced you to MacAllister."
"Don't beat yourself up over him," Serafina smiled. "I don't."
Crysta inspected Serafina thoroughly. She mused, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you've already had some scandalous rebound sex."
Serafina shrugged nonchalant but her smile would have put Mona Lisa to shame. Crysta didn't press further but knowing her friend Serafina would have to be extra careful. The two friends walked into the villa with Kenya in tow.
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Garrett had the hint of a cowboy accent. If he were shirtless and had a cowboy hat and denim jeans he'd be on the cover of some trashy romance novel. That appealed to most women... even to Serafina on occasion.
Crysta gave Garrett a cheek kiss European style. Her ebony cheeks darkened with arousal.
"Garrett, this is my friend Serafina," Crysta introduced.
"I've heard so much about you," Garrett's brown and blue eyes twinkled. His handshake was firm and his skin felt hot against Serafina's.
"Only some of it's true," Serafina laughed. "You know how the tabloids like to dramatize everything."
Garrett held onto Serafina's hand a little longer than socially acceptable.
"Come on in," Garrett motioned them inside his Greek Island villa. The villa had a perfect view of the sapphire sea that met the pearly white sands. The salt wind combed through Serafina's dark curls as she stood on the balcony taking in the exotic scenery. Garrett was expecting a few more guests later so gave Serafina and Crysta leave to take a nap and shower.
Serafina suddenly heard a rubber ball hitting the pavement. Below she saw a dark man with a thin muscular frame that made him agile as well as strong most like. He had black ancestry but his skin wasn't as dark as Crysta. His skin was lighter like coffee.
He was facing off against two other players. Greek locals looked like but they both weren't as tall as the man they were facing. What stood out to Serafina though was the silver collar around his neck with a name engraved on it.
A werewolf pet. The werewolf dunked the ball, jumping higher than either of his opponents. He landed on his feet, sweat gleaming on his cocoa skin. One of the players threw him a towel as he held his hand out in signal for a time out. He walked over to the edge of the court and drank his water bottle then proceeded to pour the rest over his shaved head.
The breeze picked up a little, slightly lifting Serafina's skirt as she felt a tingle in her loins and bit her lower lip. The werewolf took a deep breath. The pop star's arms prickled with goose bumps as the werewolf turned up to meet her gaze. He caught her scent and his brown eyes glowed yellow. She could feel herself growing damp between her thighs, gripping the railing as if expecting herself to cum just by the intensity of his stare.
Serafina forced herself to turn away, breaking the spell the werewolf had on her. What the fuck just happened? Her heart raced and her throat felt dry. Her loins were on fire as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck down towards her heaving bosom. She had never felt so aroused by a look except with Cash but not at this magnitude.
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"The scenery is beautiful over here," Serafina said over Skype. "White beaches. Sapphire water. You missed an opportunity."
Serafina was wearing a loosely tied silk cream robe, a contrast to her gleaming olive skin. She recently lotioned up. Her hair still damp. Her cream white robe was slightly open revealing the swell of her full C-cup breasts. They were so tantalizing that Cash had to fight the urge to lick the screen.
"I told you I hate flying," Cash spoke dryly.
"Well...," Serafina leaned back, allowing some of her robe to slip temptingly off her shoulder. "Your loss. I never fucked a werewolf in a foreign country before."
"You've never fucked a werewolf period."
Serafina's laughter came so clear through the screen it were as if she were in the same room. Cash felt himself harden. The moon was half full and Cash's urges were getting stronger. Being with Serafina had sped up his sexual needs. He was too used to having a pussy to sheath into.
"How long are you going to be away? A week you said?" Cash asked trying not to sound eager.
Serafina smirked. He wanted to wipe that smirk off her beautiful face and make her eat his fat cock. No doubt she'd enjoy it though.
"I promise to be back a day after the full moon," Serafina said. "Try not to wreck the place while I'm gone."
