Part 9 (2/2)

”I do?”

”Uhuh,” he murmured against my neck, brus.h.i.+ng his lips against my pulse point just under my ear.

It tickled but also felt really good. Licking my lips, I t.i.tled my head up giving him easier access to my neck. I clutched at his thighs as he nibbled on my skin, his lips moving down along the slope between my neck and shoulder. Then his hand spread out along my belly, holding me tighter, his fingers coming too close to my crotch. That was when I stood up out of his embrace. Too much, too soon.

Clearing my throat, I kicked at the pebbles on the ground and looked at Josh to see if he was angry. Smiling sheepishly, he stood, putting his hands in his pockets. ”Sorry. You just, ah, smell really good, and I really like you.”

I returned his smile. ”I like you too, but it doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you.”

”I know.” He held out his hand to me. ”Come on. Let's sit and get to know each other.”

I took his hand and followed him to a cute little plastic bench hidden under one of the slides in the playground. As we settled onto it, I imagined two or three eight-year old best girlfriends huddling there sharing secrets or talking about one of the cute boys on the swing. It had that kind of ambiance. One of privacy. A place to be able to tell all or explore all. It was a perfect place to make out.

Which I was sure was Josh's intent.

Anxiety skittered through my body. My hands were clammy with sweat which I was sure Josh could feel since he was still holding my hand. Swallowing, I glanced at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He looked at me but didn't smile. And that's when it felt like I was going to puke. He looked so fierce, and determined as he leaned into me.

He brought his hand up to my face and cupped my cheek. Moving my chin, he angled it up to meet his. My lips parted on a sigh when he brushed his lips once, then twice against mine. At first his kiss was gentle, and sweet, but quickly turned into something hot and frantic, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

Nerves settled in. Images of my time in the hotel room with Thane flashed through my mind. I didn't want to go through that again. Although I knew that Josh couldn't hurt me like that. He wasn't strong enough. He was merely human.

Although I was scared, the fear wasn't enough for me to make him stop. I liked him. I liked that he liked me.

My hands fisted in the cloth of his s.h.i.+rt. I kissed him back, giving as good as I was getting. His moans of appreciation sparked another wave of heat to surge through me. I became high from kissing Josh. My head was spinning and my belly flipped over again and again.

As his lips continued to nibble and caress mine, his hands became bolder. He moved them from my shoulder, one slid down my back to pull me tighter and the other inched its way to my breast. I didn't jerk away this time. I liked his touch; I liked how it made me feel. Beautiful. Wanted. Powerful, even.

Josh moved his mouth from mine down to my chin, pressing blistering, wet kisses along the way. I let my head drop back as he nibbled and nipped at my throat. He molded and squeezed my breast then slowly trailed his hand down to the hem of my s.h.i.+rt. I sucked in a breath as he quickly slipped under the edge and started to move his way back up, his fingertips lightly brus.h.i.+ng against my skin.

My eyes snapped open when his palm covered me. That was when I realized I'd changed; that something had s.h.i.+fted inside of me, catapulting me into the dark place. Red as dark and rich as blood circled Josh's form. I licked my lips, feeling strange inside. A hunger so deep so intense clawed at my insides, I had to bite back a groan of agony.

He groaned into my ear, ”Oh, man, I'm so hard.”

A sharp unpleasant pinch on my flesh drove me from my foggy euphoria. Gone were Josh's subtle seductions, his flare for flirting. Instead of a smooth ladies' man, a pawing slurping animal lapped at my skin and groped my body. The thought I had of wanting to feast on him made me sick.

I pushed him away, but he didn't budge, too busy sucking on my neck and squeezing my b.o.o.b to pay attention.

”Stop, Josh.”

Again, he didn't listen. Instead his hand snaked down my torso to the zipper on my jeans. I grabbed his hand, squeezed, and pushed it away, but he was insistent and managed to pull the metal tab down halfway before I could knee him. I didn't hit him where I wanted to, between the legs, but on the thigh. It must've hurt anyway, because he let out a yelp.

”What's the matter with you?” He sounded angry, indignant.

”I told you to stop,” I breathed, my heart racing, my throat tight with anxiety.

”I thought you were enjoying it. I thought you wanted it.”

”Not like this. Not here. Not now.” After I pulled up my zipper and adjusted my camisole, I stood and stepped out of the little hidden alcove.

Sighing heavily, Josh followed me. I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw him adjust his jeans. Obviously he was sporting a major b.o.n.e.r. I shuddered suddenly repulsed by him.

”Can you just take me home, now, please?”

He sighed again, and then nodded. ”Sure.” He moved up beside me and we starting walking back to the car. I wrapped my arms around my body. I couldn't stop shaking. Something horrible had almost happened, by either Josh or me, and I couldn't tell which would've been worse.

When we reached the car, Josh stopped and turned toward me, touching my arm. ”Look, I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to push you. It's just you're, I don't know, kind of irresistible.”

I smiled a little at his last words. ”It's fine.” But I still couldn't stop the s.h.i.+vers racking my body.

”Can I have a hug?” He opened his arms to me. ”You don't hate me right?”

”No, I don't hate you.” I went into his open arms and sighed when he hugged me close. The warmth from his body enveloped me. He sighed into my neck, blowing hot air over my skin, and pressed me even tighter.

After a minute, I tried to move out of his embrace, but he kept me still. I could feel his heart thumping like a tribal drum, and the way he was panting told me he was having difficulty releasing me. I found I was having a hard time breathing.

”Josh, you're crus.h.i.+ng me.”

”I'm sorry, Salem, but I can't seem to let you go.” I could hear an unusual quiver in his voice. As if he was surprised, scared even.

I struggled against him, but he held on and proceeded to back me up into the vehicle. I hit the side door with an audible thump. ”Let me go, Josh,” I bit out between chattering teeth.

He shook his head back and forth. ”I can't,” he whined. ”I have to have you. I have to, or I'll die. I know it.”

Oh G.o.d, this couldn't be happening. Not again. And this time I'd be awake and aware for it. I couldn't let this happen; I couldn't let Josh do this. Especially when I suspected he wasn't quite himself. That something I was doing was amplifying whatever had been in his mind to begin with.

Regardless, I wasn't going to let him hurt me.

I pushed at him, as he kicked open my legs and settled between them. Pressing me tight against the car, he moved one hand down toward my jeans. I pummeled his back with my hands, but it didn't help. He was much bigger than I was. A football player used to being pushed at and beat down.

I reached up to pull his hair. Burying both hands in his tawny streaked waves, I yanked as hard as I could. I was able to pull his head back, and when I did I could see the wild look in his eyes, as if he had completely abandoned reason. I pulled again and again, filling my hands with chunks of his hair but it didn't stop him from groping me and yanking on my jeans. One hand still wrapped in his hair, I brought my other around to scratch at his face.

It was then that I noticed my nails.

I usually had short ragged nails that I chewed on incessantly. Now they were at least two inches long, and sharp and a dark gray color. Lifting both hands to my face, I examined them, frightened by their implications. Was I turning into something else, something more alien?

I was jostled out of my contemplation when Josh covered my mouth with his, sliding his tongue between my lips. But I sensed something s.h.i.+ft in my mind. I was no longer afraid. I ceased to be Salem Vale, and became something entirely different, something more.

A reserve of power filled me. Annoyance filled me as well as he kept poking and prodding at me. The boy certainly had to learn some manners. I dug my newly acquired talons into his shoulders and bit down on his tongue. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.

Eyes wide, Josh tried to pull away, but I, this time around, had a firm grip on him. Silly boy. I released his tongue but continued to spike him in place with my nails.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Crimson streaked saliva coated his skin. ”What the f.u.c.k?”

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