Free First Kiss by Dawn Michelle Page A

reached for the glass. She stopped her hand and shook her head while staring at it. She didn't ask for this. She didn't want it! She wanted to be normal. She wanted a boyfriend and a house and a dog and a cat and two kids. That was what she was supposed to want, wasn't it? That was what people expected. She'd turned her back on the crazy life of werewolves and beasts and witches and God-knew-what-else.
    Beth stared at the glass. She'd asked Crystal to change her. To give her blood and let her fight to be like her. The same reason she'd taken Chad's blood, so that she could infect herself and force Crystal's pack to help her and change her. But she'd done that to be with Crystal, not for herself. Not because she wanted it.
    Did she want this, or was she doing it for Penny. Beth shook her head. No, not Penny. She didn't know her. She'd seen her twice. Talked to her once. Barely. She took a deep breath and grabbed the glass. She had to steady it with her left hand before she lifted it. She licked her lips again and then tasted the drink again. Penny's blood. It was like gold and cinnamon and mint and cherries all swirled together.
    Beth's eyes fluttered open when she realized she was swallowing air. She licked the rim of the glass and  then licked her lips. It was gone. The third glass. Her third drink. Her last. She set it down and stared at the empty glass. Beth took a deep breath and turned. The doorway awaited even though the rest of the club became blurry and seemed to spin around her. She felt lightheaded and warm. Not warm like when she'd been in the sunlight, but warm like she was relaxing in a warm shower. Or maybe a hot tub, since she hadn't been able to have a hot shower all week.
    Beth nodded and began her walk into her future.
     
     

 
    Chapter 11
     
    The white wall shimmered and shifted. A panel slid down while another moved up. Above them the whiteness curled on itself, twisting like an albino snake. Beth let her breath out slowly, hissing as it slipped between her lips.
    She blinked until the wall stopped moving and she realized it wasn't the wall, it was the ceiling. The wall next to her bed met the ceiling, but that had just confused her. She stretched and rolled over, fumbling for where her phone would be lying on the floor next to her bed. It wasn't there.
    Beth frowned and looked around, squinting against the brightness. The blinds had been dropped over the window but they were glowing with the sunlight on them. That seemed odd. Why would they be so bright this early? The sun didn't even shine on them.
    She threw back her sheets and sat up. Her underwear had slipped up her cheeks and ridden up her ass last night. Beth leaned to her left and reached down to adjust them. Her hand slid over her hip and cheek before she realized she couldn't find her underwear.
    "Holy shit!" Beth hissed and jumped up. She looked down at herself and saw the black panties at her waist. They shimmered in the light coming from the blinds. She reached back and tugged the thong from between her cheeks. She held it out for a moment, struggling to remember where she'd gotten it and why she had it on. When she realized there was nowhere else for it to go she let it snap back into the crack of her ass.
    Above the mysterious thong she wore her white shirt— and nothing else! She never wore it without a bra and at least a cami under it. Except for last night, apparently. She stared down at herself and shook her head. What was she thinking?
    Beth's purse was on her desk and her red skirt lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. Her boots were next to the foot of her bed, one of them knocked on its side. She wouldn't have done that, she'd have taken care of them. The skirt too. And changed into proper sleepwear.
    She bit her lip and tasted the lipstick on it. That and something else. Something spicy. Maybe coppery. She sucked her lip between her teeth and ran her tongue over it, trying to taste more of it and understand what it was. It was