Chapter 18 - Transformation And Terror

His lips found mine as he pushed me hard against the wall and put his hands under the slit to rest on my bare ass. I was kissing him back because I could taste the bitter whiskey on his tongue. My mouth was forced open and he sucked on every part of my tongue as he gripped me more tightly. When I thought of his wolf-girl mistress, a flicker of rage shot up inside of me. Using my heels on his legs, I shoved him away, causing him to stagger back.

"Get off me-"

"No," he said quickly afterwards.

"You're drunk; get off!" trying to push him off me was like trying to move a wall, it was impossible.

His lips met mine again. Even with his rough and violent kisses, I was still able to find pleasure. Despite everything, I was still lustful for more. His hot mouth never leaving mine, he lifted me up on the marble sink. I gave him a kiss in return, using my feelings of guilt and rage as fuel for my evil craving. Attempting to pull him closer than he was already, I wrapped my arms around his head. Between his legs was a bulge that felt harder than rocks.

So I do turn you on.... I thought, so why haven't you taken me yet? What do I lack?

As his teeth sank into my neck, I heard his ferocious roar. I gave a loud cry as a wave of pain shot through my chest. Without delay, Damon retreated, causing my eyes to widen in shock. His paws were partially formed, with long talons, and his teeth had grown into fangs. With my heart pounding and my fear emanating from me, certain that damon could smell it. I pushed myself back against the wall behind me.
Was the wolf coming out of him?
We just stared at each other while Damon hesitated for a moment. In the end, he threw open the door and hurried out before forcefully closing it behind him.
What the hell just took place?

Upon returning to the ground, my legs continued to tremble. To conceal the fresh bruises that ran down my upper legs and knees, I turned the slit in my dress sideways. I put my hands to my mouth to stop myself from yelling as soon as I saw my upper body. In a rush to inspect the long bleeding cuts on my neck and chest, tears clouded my vision, which I quickly blinked away.
He nearly seemed compelled to harm me in order to satisfy his own needs.
Does that explain why we haven't had sex yet? Is he afraid to hurt me more than this?

For ten minutes after I cleaned the wounds with warm water and napkins, they continued to bleed. As soon as they had stopped, I undid the bun holding my hair back and let it fall freely in front of my neck and chest. Although with the slightest breeze, it could not have covered the counts as well as it did.
I made my way through the throng of people to find the VIP booth upon returning to the celebration. With a cigar in one hand and a whiskey in the other, Damon sat there appearing completely human. His eyes refused to meet mine.
I made the decision to end the party immediately. I hoped Bullet was still there waiting for me outside.

"Wait, Ava where are you going?"

That person was Daphine.
"It's getting late, I think I need to go home-"

"You're insane, the party is just starting!"

"I'm too tired, I need sleep."

Damon was staring at me, and I felt it.
She seemed to get it. I was given a piece of paper with her number on it. She nodded and said, "Let's grab drinks sometime. Here's my number. Call me."
Is that something we can do?

I skipped asking that.
Sensing that I was almost invisible, I turned around and pushed my way back through the crowd to the exit. Not more than a few feet from the door, I felt a firm grasp on my elbow, flinging me back. A strange man I had never seen before met my eyes as I turned, just as I was ready to scream at Damon to let me go. From his tattoos to the hungry expression in his eyes, I could tell he was a werewolf. Despite being tall and reasonably attractive, he exuded negativity. Just like Damon's had been, his teeth were elongated.

"Where are you going, princess?" He faltered. He was obviously drunk because his breath smelled like whisky.

I made an attempt to break free of his hold, but he was too powerful. "Leave me, please."

"I don't think so," he said, pulling me up against his chest. "You're way too pretty to be leaving this early," he added.

"Stop it, I said let me go!" He didn't even seem to feel my fist when I slammed it against his chest.

"You're so beautiful," he said, tracing his index finger down my neck after I felt it brush against my lips. "Who is the fool who left you alone?" He whispered, "If you were mine, I'd never let you leave my sight. I'd lock you up in my bedroom and make you my sex doll forever." His lips were now pressing close to my ear.

His head was struck in the back by what appeared to be a whiskey bottle, preventing him from continuing. With a gasp and a scattering of spectators, the glass shattered on the ground. He pushed me away and turned to face Damon, who appeared to be trembling with rage, even though the man seemed barely to feel the blow.

With clenched teeth, he uttered, "Get the hell away from her."

This guy spat at Damon's feet, saying, "You must be a mortal loving fool like your father."

"You we're not invited tonight Jacob, leave."

"Leave, now? Just as I was starting to enjoy myself with the sexiest girl at the party, Jacob reached across and wrapped his arms around my waist. You're going to have to excuse me, Alpha. I need to borrow your doll for a few hours."

The spot on my lower back where Jacob's Hands were focused caught Damon's attention, which had suddenly turned bright caramel. Slowly, his talons were returning as his fangs grew longer. Damon was receiving calm advice from other VIP section members. As the scene slowly developed, the crowd was essentially silent and watched with captivated curiosity.