Free blood 03 - blood chosen by Tamara Rose Blodgett

tiptoe, the palms of her hands on the fullness of the muscles that covered William's chest. She would kiss him, in friendship- in thanks. William was her anchor in this sea of uncertainty. Her sadness at Scott's abandonment receded before them.
    Their lips brushed, his were cool ice against her fire and then it became more. Like a whirlpool sucking the debris inside, Julia fell against him and William was there to capture her in the strength of his arms.
    William groaned and buried his hand in her hair with a gasp of desire that was part anguish and part relief. As if he thought he would never touch her again.
    “Well isn't this fucking sweet,” Jason said.
    Their lips parted like resistant taffy and Julia covered her mouth with her hand while her husband raked his cold eyes over her body.
    “You'll just do anyone now, won't you?” Jason said, stalking like a predator toward Julia and William slid his arms around her, hauling her against his chest.
    “Do not, Were,” William warned.
    “Ya pissed... that I interrupted your little tryst in the woods?” Jason gave an angry nod at William, agreeing with his own presumptions.
    His face turned to Julia and he got close to her, their noses almost touching. “You've become a cheating whore in the time I've been away. How many supernaturals have you been with since I 'died'?” he asked in a voice gone low in rage.
    “William, let me go.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked, giving Jason a look of warning.
    She nodded and he let her go. Julia slid out of a grasp that should have been cold because it was a vampire who held her. But it had been strangely warm.
    Julia guessed some of it depended on who held you.
    Her eyes found Jason. His stare was like the frigid glaciers of Alaska. The flakes of green in his hazel eyes were the floating ice. Julia met him, standing inches from him as she craned her neck to meet his angry eyes. “You can't be a virgin and a whore,” she stated as fact.
    She moved away from him, William their silent witness, and Jason looked like he'd been sucker punched.
    Julia nodded, turning to stare at him over her shoulder. “That's right. You can't have it both ways, Jason. I'm either a whore or I'm not; I can't be both.”
    Julia walked off, the two mile trek a welcome balm to the vampire who confused her and the Were whose self-hatred warred with his love for her.
    Julia was afraid the two would never meet.

CHAPTER SIX
    Tony & Jacqueline
     
    Tony's chest heaved, his change to human form wreaking havoc. It was always fucked up when he had to move between his wolf and human forms too frequently. This close to the moon, all but the least of the Were could change at will. But it was only the alphas who could recover the humanity on that one day per month that the moon eased them, without falling into a stupor. Still, his body protested the changing.
    He scanned the surroundings of the new place to which they'd escaped. His eyes moved to Jacqueline; Queen bitch. She was peeling the remnants of his change off her decidedly less fine wardrobe. Tony smirked. It was awesome how the little things could mean so much. And degradation toward someone who felt, that through their existence alone, they were somehow more- was especially sweet.
    Jacqueline as a Singer was just like any female, but for her telekinetic talent she'd been under his thumb, and maybe, his body.
    “Do not look at me like a piece of raw meat with a tasty bone in its center,” Jacqueline said impassively, plucking off great chunks of mummified flesh like shed snakeskin with a puckered look of distaste.
    Tony threw his head back and guffawed with relish. Oh... life was good.
    “I am so glad that in your reality you are so funny.”
    Tony grinned and replied, “I am. But it's you that's really a riot. Here you are,” Tony did a slow twirl in the middle of the wilderness, “tossed out on your ass from the Singer compound because you tried to kill that little bitch Rare One. That's