Boys That Bite Mari Mancusi

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adds, "Though I have to say I so wish I were going to be the one traveling to England with Magnus."
I look over at her, surprised. "You don't still have a thing for him, do you?" I ask cautiously, trying to
sound casual.
Oh, please don't say you have a thing for him,I mentally beg.That would so not be good.
My mind wanders back to our night. Magnus stroking the back of my hand. My body pressed against
his. Our almost-kiss. I wonder what Rayne would say if she knew about my extracurricular Magnus
activities. Would she be mad? If she's still crushing on him, then I have a pretty good idea that she would
be. And I don't want to incur the wrath of Rayne.
My twin sighs, long and hard, and throws herself dramat-ically onto the bed. "Of course I do," she
moans. "He's meant to be my perfect match. I mean, I don't know if he told you, but they don't just
randomly hook up vamps and humans as blood mates. There are scientific studies and everything. It's
very complicated. And after all that, the Council decided that Magnus and I should be destined to spend
eternity with one another. And now, because of a stupid, stupid mistake, he's stuck with someone who
doesn't even want him."
"I " I start to protest, then bite down on my lower lip.Definitely don't want to go there, Sun. "How
do they deter-mine blood mate compatibility?" I ask instead, trying to sound completely detached.
"DNA. Your DNA is compared to the vampire's to deter-mine compatibility," Rayne explains. "You'd
know this if you read my blog."
"Yeah, yeah, read the blog, I know, I know," I mutter. But inside I'm thinking something completely
different.
Because one thing you may or may not know about iden-tical twins is that they also have identical DNA.
Which means technically, if Magnus and Rayne are perfect blood mates . . .
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So are Magnus and I.
17
Swapping Spit with the Sex God
Amazingly enough, the next morning, things start off going exactly to plan. Rayne tells Mom about her
sleepover at Spider's and Mom makes offhanded comments like "Okay" and "Have fun." She doesn't
even ask who or what a "Spider" is, thank goodness.
Nope, she's way more interested in reminding me that I'm still very grounded. (Though she uses the
phrase "resting at home until you feel better" instead of the G-word something she must have read in the
Hip Mama Handbook.) But what-ever the terminology, the bottom line is the same: I'm to come home
directly after school. I am not to pass Go. I am not to collect $200. (After all, I might use it to finance a
big crack rock for breakfast, right?)
I try to act all agreeable and normal and non-druggie-like, which turns out to be more difficult than I
anticipated, mainly due to my exhausted, bloodshot eyes refusing to open all the way in our bright,
sunshiny kitchen. Bleh.
Luckily this morning there's carrot and buckwheat pan-cakes sans garlic on the menu and I manage to
wolf them down without puking. They do nothing, however, to stop the ravenous thirst for blood that's
been raging inside me since I first opened my eyes. You know how when you've got your period you
crave chocolate like crazy? I've got that kind of craving for blood this morning, but times about a million.
I want blood. I need blood. I'd do almost anything to get it. Gross, I know, but what can I say? Hi, my
name is Sunny and I'm a bloodoholic.
At one particularly low point, I find myself mesmerized by a particular vein in my mother's neck.
Imagine, here's me, watching it, fantasizing about the delicious, syrupy blood flowing freely inside it. The
vein pulses, almost as if it has a life of its own, and I envision sinking my teeth into it and just sucking
away like mad.
Then Mom catches me staring.
"What?" she asks, touching her neck self-consciously.
"Nothing, sorry," I say, dragging my eyes away from the tempting little pulse. I can't believe I've just
been caught eye-ing up my mother like she's a piece of prime rib.
I need serious help.
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To prevent further embarrassment, I excuse myself and head to the bathroom, locking the door behind
me. I peer into the mirror. Wow. If I were my mom I'd think I was on drugs too. I look like crap. My
face is even paler now like Michael Jackson pale and my lips are just as blood red. If I end up
remaining a vampire for eternity, I'll never have to re-stock on lipstick.
My eyes are dark and bloodshot and my pupils are totally dilated. I try squirting a little Visine in them,
hoping it will do the trick, but I'm not sure it makes much difference.
And then there's my teeth. But I don't even want to get into that. It'd just freak you out.
At school I'm a walking zombie. Seriously, if I don't get this vampire thing straightened out soon, I'm
going to end up flunking out. There's no way I can concentrate on what the teachers are saying in my
current state. And I'm utterly un-able to focus my eyes under the fluorescent lights, meaning I can barely
read the pop quiz questions from English class.
When the final bell rings, I'm thankful to head to the girls' locker room, where I'm supposed to meet
Rayne to change clothes and start The Great Identical Twin Switcheroo.
Unfortunately, before I can make it to the girls' only haven, I'm stopped by a boy.
Not just any boy, however. I'm stopped by Jake. Jake Wilder, to be exact.
My heart flutters a little as he steps in front of me, his dark, brooding eyes raking over my body like I'm
some gourmet dessert and he hasn't eaten in a week.
He wants me. Badly. His desire radiates from him.
I shiver.
"Sunny," he cries, his normally deep, velvet voice sound-ing a little hoarser than usual. "Where have you
been?"
I cock my head in confusion. What is he talking about? I've been at school. Like always. "Um, hi, Jake,"
I say, a little warily. "What do you mean, where have I been?" I steal a glance at my watch. Magnus's
plane leaves in one hour and I've got to change clothes first. But I can't exactly blow off the Sex God,
now can I? After all, what if he has some im-portant prom thing he needs to ask me about? Like what
color my dress is so he can get a matching cummerbund, or something.
Crap. That reminds me I don't have a dress yet! Haven't exactly had any time to shop for one. You
know, this vampire stuff is really wreaking havoc on my everyday schedule.
"I've been looking everywhere for you. It's weird, but..." Jake runs a hand through his already seemingly
tousled hair. Honestly, he looks a little ill. But then again, I look like death warmed over, so I'm really not
one to talk. "I can't stop thinking about you. Even when I'm sleeping ..." He pauses, red-faced. "I have
these dreams where you "
"Okay, Jake," I interrupt, putting a hand over his mouth. "We're headed deep into TMI territory here."
Even though secretly I would love to hear about Jake Wilder's erotic dreams, especially if they involve
me, I think I might regret it in the long run . ..
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, Jake grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to him, covering
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my surprised mouth with a deep kiss. For a moment I can't breathe. At first I think this is because I'm so
turned on by the fact that I'm being kissed by a Sex God. Then I realize Jake's crushing my rib cage.
"Mmhmm," I protest.
Jake loosens his hold and his desperate, breathless kisses travel from my lips down my neck. I do my
best to scan the gymnasium, hoping no one's around to see us I'm so not into PDA. Still, for Jake
Wilder, I should probably make an exception.
As he nibbles on my neck, his hands rove up and down my back, almost clawing at me, as if he can't get
enough. I am so blown away that he's doing this, I've been rendered speechless. I can't believe Jake
Wilder is groping me in the middle of our high school gym. If you had told me I'd be ac-costed by Jake
Wilder in our gym a week before, I would have laughed and laughed and said things like, "Yeah, right" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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