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curved in a sensual grin. “What are you thinking
about?”
“Politics and world hunger,” she snapped, ripping her eyes
from him.
What was it about him? How in the hell did he always manage
to know what she was thinking? Even worse, how had he managed to worm beneath
her skin? Was Chloe right? Was this meant to be from the start? Were there more
than hormones involved? It wasn’t all due to the fact she was changing, was it?
Changing. Oh God.
She wanted to reach for her shoulder but didn’t. She didn’t
need another reminder of what was taking place inside her. When she’d inspected
where she’d been bitten and seen the skin had mended, leaving behind scabby
scratches, she’d nearly had a panic attack. Humans didn’t heal that quickly.
Not after such a serious injury. But she wasn’t human. Not anymore.
Stop. Just stop.
In the last hour she’d tried not to think about it. There
was too much involved. She’d avoided supernatural things but Chloe’s
interest—which she understood once Chloe had changed—meant she’d heard stories.
Did they really rip off their clothes and go running through the woods during
full moons? How about eating animals? What if her mother had been right and
they ate children too? She was sure Chloe wouldn’t do something like that,
having been raised human and all. No way. She’d die first.
You should have asked her. Chloe would have answered
every question.
Weight settled over her thigh, tearing her from her panic.
She looked down, focusing on the hand Declan had placed on her leg. Heat
radiated from the touch, seeping past the thin cotton sweats she’d tossed on.
He’d been right, the garment didn’t fit. She’d had to roll the legs and waist up
just to walk. She could feel each of his fingers, identify the flat plane of
his palm. Not too long ago she’d ridden that hand, using it to send her
spinning. It had felt so good too, like coming home.
Tingles swept over her skin, a hazy shade of red covering
her vision. If she hadn’t stopped him—if she hadn’t freaked out like an idiot
novice—she could have had him on top of her, his body bearing hers into the
bed. If she hadn’t seen Chloe and Jackson in the living room, she might have
been tempted to do something else. After all, Declan was the ultimate eye
candy. Just one lick wouldn’t take her to his delicious, sweet center.
What’s wrong with me? She closed her eyes, trying to
stop thinking about sex. She hadn’t been this horny since she’d decided to see
what the fuss was about. To her surprise it wasn’t all that great. Just another
thing the movies got wrong. It has to be a werewolf thing. What am I turning
into?
“Easy, sweet girl,” he whispered, giving her thigh a
squeeze. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” Why was it so hard to breathe? Should the
world be spinning? Her stomach lurched, nausea building in her abdomen. “I’m
going to be sick.”
To her credit, she managed to get out of the car when Declan
pulled over. She bent down, staring at the concrete as she gagged. Her stomach
was empty due to the fact she hadn’t eaten the day before. A good thing
considering she’d have decorated the road with her waste. Each heave made her
want to fold in on herself, mortification sweeping through her when Declan
rushed to her side. She righted herself, swiping at her mouth. Thankfully she
hadn’t really thrown up anything but her pride.
Amen for skipping dinner and breakfast.
“Let it out,” he said, a considerable amount of
understanding in his voice. Touching her shoulder, he continued, “If you want
to vomit, yell and scream then do it. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do what
you need to do. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
The world spun, everything becoming blurred.
A horrible sound ricocheted through her skull. It took a second
for her to comprehend the scream was coming from her, loud and outraged. All
her life she’d been given the short end of the stick, losing what
about?”
“Politics and world hunger,” she snapped, ripping her eyes
from him.
What was it about him? How in the hell did he always manage
to know what she was thinking? Even worse, how had he managed to worm beneath
her skin? Was Chloe right? Was this meant to be from the start? Were there more
than hormones involved? It wasn’t all due to the fact she was changing, was it?
Changing. Oh God.
She wanted to reach for her shoulder but didn’t. She didn’t
need another reminder of what was taking place inside her. When she’d inspected
where she’d been bitten and seen the skin had mended, leaving behind scabby
scratches, she’d nearly had a panic attack. Humans didn’t heal that quickly.
Not after such a serious injury. But she wasn’t human. Not anymore.
Stop. Just stop.
In the last hour she’d tried not to think about it. There
was too much involved. She’d avoided supernatural things but Chloe’s
interest—which she understood once Chloe had changed—meant she’d heard stories.
Did they really rip off their clothes and go running through the woods during
full moons? How about eating animals? What if her mother had been right and
they ate children too? She was sure Chloe wouldn’t do something like that,
having been raised human and all. No way. She’d die first.
You should have asked her. Chloe would have answered
every question.
Weight settled over her thigh, tearing her from her panic.
She looked down, focusing on the hand Declan had placed on her leg. Heat
radiated from the touch, seeping past the thin cotton sweats she’d tossed on.
He’d been right, the garment didn’t fit. She’d had to roll the legs and waist up
just to walk. She could feel each of his fingers, identify the flat plane of
his palm. Not too long ago she’d ridden that hand, using it to send her
spinning. It had felt so good too, like coming home.
Tingles swept over her skin, a hazy shade of red covering
her vision. If she hadn’t stopped him—if she hadn’t freaked out like an idiot
novice—she could have had him on top of her, his body bearing hers into the
bed. If she hadn’t seen Chloe and Jackson in the living room, she might have
been tempted to do something else. After all, Declan was the ultimate eye
candy. Just one lick wouldn’t take her to his delicious, sweet center.
What’s wrong with me? She closed her eyes, trying to
stop thinking about sex. She hadn’t been this horny since she’d decided to see
what the fuss was about. To her surprise it wasn’t all that great. Just another
thing the movies got wrong. It has to be a werewolf thing. What am I turning
into?
“Easy, sweet girl,” he whispered, giving her thigh a
squeeze. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” Why was it so hard to breathe? Should the
world be spinning? Her stomach lurched, nausea building in her abdomen. “I’m
going to be sick.”
To her credit, she managed to get out of the car when Declan
pulled over. She bent down, staring at the concrete as she gagged. Her stomach
was empty due to the fact she hadn’t eaten the day before. A good thing
considering she’d have decorated the road with her waste. Each heave made her
want to fold in on herself, mortification sweeping through her when Declan
rushed to her side. She righted herself, swiping at her mouth. Thankfully she
hadn’t really thrown up anything but her pride.
Amen for skipping dinner and breakfast.
“Let it out,” he said, a considerable amount of
understanding in his voice. Touching her shoulder, he continued, “If you want
to vomit, yell and scream then do it. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do what
you need to do. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
The world spun, everything becoming blurred.
A horrible sound ricocheted through her skull. It took a second
for her to comprehend the scream was coming from her, loud and outraged. All
her life she’d been given the short end of the stick, losing what
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