Devils Roses 05 - Death

low. It steals my breath. I nod weakly. He climbs out and walks to my door. He stands too close to me when he opens it. When I slide from the seat my chest presses against his. He lowers his face on mine. His soft lips brush mine, making heat trails cross my lips. It's the slightest brush, I barely feel the contact.
    He grabs my arms and presses his face into mine. His tongue slides against mine, his hands grip my arms, and his body presses mine against the frame of the truck. My hands slide up into his hair, pulling him down on me harder. I want more. The air is sweet and heavy. I feel high. His grip tightens on my arms, but I can't stop myself. He's filling me up. He slaps me in the arms and pushes, but my back is against the truck. I'm stronger than he is. His muscles feel strong and hard in my hands but I can hold him to me. He pushes and hits but the air is too sweet.
    Cold air rushes in between us. I open my eyes gasping. I want the air back. I want the taste of him to fill me up more. I lick my lips, I can taste him still.
    "Aimee." I look to the right. A strange looking girl with black eyes and long dark hair is standing next to a dark blond guy.
    "Who are you? Where's Shane?"
    I see a dark haired man kneeling over Shane's body on the grass by the cliffs.
    Panic fills me. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I run at the man.
    He looks back at me and snarls two huge fangs, "Christ Aleks, get her out of here."
    I leap at the dark haired man with the fangs, but the blond is there too fast. The air swirls with warmth and I am on the beach, the secret beach. The dark blond shakes me. "Get it under control."
    My jaw trembles. My hands shake. The blond grips my arms. "You okay?"
    I shake my head. "No. No. No. What happened? Where is Shane?"
    I close my mouth and notice the way he smells. "Is that you? You smell like that?" I lean in. He chuckles. I smile at him. I'm not sure what else has happened, but I like him. He sounds and smells and looks like a dream. His strong face has a square jaw and perfect lips. When he smiles at me, my heart melts. One side of his lips is a little fatter than the other. It makes his smile crooked. I can't fight my eyes or thoughts. I imagine sucking his lip, right on the fat part. I moan a little when I breathe and lick my lips. "I'm, uhm, Aimee."
    He looks scared. He lets me go and steps back. "Aleks. Aleksander." His words have a hint of an accent. Eastern European. It's sexy. I squeeze my thighs together. "What are you?" I reach for him. He is suddenly across the beach from me.
    "You need to get a handle on what you are."
    I clench my hands. "Why do I feel so good?"
    "Your friend. You sucked his soul. You feed off souls."
    I laugh. "What?"
    He flashes closer to me. I jump back. "What are you?"
    His face is hard, I like it. His white blue eyes trip me out, but his lips are killing me. He shrugs and grins bitterly. "Angel of misfortune."
    He points to the large logs up the beach from us. "Want to sit on the drift wood and make a fire?"
    I shiver and nod. "Where is Shane?"
    He walks up the beach past me. "With Marcus and Ophelia. If anyone can help him it's them."
    I furrow my brow. "What's wrong with him?"
    He looks back at me. "You. You sucked him dry almost."
    My fingers spark. "Something is wrong with my hands," I whisper.
    "It's a long story Aimee. Needless to say the girl with the black eyes messed up, bad."
    "Who is she? What did she do? Who are you? How did we get here? How did you do that thing you did?" I spin in a circle and look around the beach.
    He steps close to me and smiles softly. "Stop being a pain in the ass and help me light the fire."
    My smile fades, slowly. "What?" I lean forward and smell the air near him. "You smell so amazing." He grimaces and walks away from me. My stomach clenches. I buckle gripping it. "Oh, god it's back." I feel like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. I heave but it's all stuck in my stomach. He offers me his hand. I shake my head. "No. I don’t know you. Stranger danger." The words sound familiar. I've heard them before. My stomach is burning savagely.
    He drops to his knees and lifts my face up to his. He presses his lips against mine. I'm taken aback but the air comes. My fingers slip into his thick hair. My hands are on fire when they make contact with his skin. I climb up onto his lap and wrap my legs around him. My tongue caresses his, my lips can’t get enough. His hands cup my ass, pulling me into him. I can feel something hard against my