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  Looking to one side, I saw that he had started making breakfast as well. The ingredients to make blueberry pancakes were all laid out, and the portable griddle was heating. It was just the thoughtful kind of thing my stepbrother was always doing—he loved giving me little gifts and surprises when I least expected them.

  But why had he woken me before the pancakes were ready? And in such a strange way too. Why had he growled at me?

  Josh growled again and leaned over my supine form. For the first time I looked at him—really looked—and what I saw scared me to death. His eyes were somehow wrong. There was something missing from their dark-blue depths—the part that made him human.

  I shoved the strange thought aside and attempted to sit up. But Josh simply pushed me back down. He had his arms on either side of me, bracketing my small body with his much larger one as he leaned over me possessively.

  “Very funny, Josh,” I said impatiently. “Now let me get u—” The rest of the word was lost as he took my mouth in a savage kiss. I gasped and pushed at his chest, unable to believe he was doing this. But Josh only took advantage of my surprised gasp to press his tongue between my lips.

  I moaned in surprise as he ravaged my mouth, kissing me in a way I had never dreamed of. He slid his hot, hard hands under my shirt.

  Somehow I managed to tear my mouth from his in time to gasp, “Josh, no!” But I was too late. Already he had found my breasts and was cupping and squeezing them both in a way that made me moan with mingled pleasure and disbelief.

  “Josh, what are you doing? Stop!” I begged, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. His long fingers were twisted in my bra, trying vainly to find a way past the ungiving fabric to my bare breasts below.

  What’s wrong with him? I wondered as I tried to push him off. If he wants the bra off so badly, why doesn’t he unfasten it in the back? But apparently Josh had forgotten anything he ever knew about female undergarments. Or else he was just too impatient to deal with mine.

  With a frustrated roar, he rose above me and grasped both my shirt and bra in his hands. His biceps tensed, and I heard a low, ripping sound as he tore both garments in half, right down the middle.

  “Josh!” I protested, trying to cover my suddenly bare breasts with my arms. But he was having none of it. Gripping both my wrists in one of his large hands, he pinned them above my head. Since his lower half was pressing against my pelvis and legs, I was now completely helpless beneath him—and I had no idea what he was going to do.

  I had the answer to my question soon enough when Josh ducked his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Moaning in mingled pleasure and shame, I bucked up against him, trying to get free. He only took this as an invitation to suck my other nipple, however, and before I knew it he was lapping and sucking both of them.

  I felt like I was trapped in some strange, surreal dream. This wasn’t Josh. He would never do such a thing—would never frighten me like this. And yet he was.

  “Josh,” I whispered hoarsely. “Josh, please.” But there was no stopping him and nothing I could do but watch as he sucked and lapped at my ripe tits. My nipples were puffy and red from his attentions and there were dark-pink love marks all over the pale slopes of my breasts, and still he continued.

  After I got over my initial shock, I became aware that what he was doing was affecting me. Affecting me a lot. Though I knew it was wrong, my pussy was suddenly hot and slick with moisture, and my clit was throbbing with need. Biting my bottom lip with shame, I squeezed my legs together, trying to deny the sensation, the illicit desire. Unfortunately, my actions seemed to shift Josh’s attentions from my breasts to the area between my legs.

  One large hand slid between our bodies, and he probed at the wet triangle of cotton between my thighs. Gasping, I pressed my legs together even harder in an effort to make him stop. Just because my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet didn’t mean I wanted this. My body reacting to his couldn’t mean what he was doing to me was okay…and oh God, what was he doing to me?

  Josh was trying to get into my panties. His long fingers moving over the sensitive V between my legs felt good—frighteningly good. I thrashed under him, trying to get free as he groped between my thighs. No matter how good it felt, I had to stop this, had to stop Josh before he did something we would both regret forever!

  But there was no fighting Josh’s superior strength. Soon enough, I felt him tangle his fingers in my underwear. He jerked, and when his hand came away, my virginal white cotton panties were clutched in his fist. A cool breeze blew against my naked pussy and knew I was in serious trouble.

  Oh my God, I thought, nearly fainting with terror. He’s going to take me now—I just know he is! In my mind’s eye, it was already happening. I could see the whole thing. Josh’s broad, muscular body covering my own, him parting my thighs and thrusting the blunt battering ram of his cock deep into my tight pussy, taking my virginity once and for all.

  But no such thing happened. Instead, Josh’s invading hand turned suddenly…gentle. Could this be right? I blinked in surprise as he cupped my pussy mound almost reverently in his big, warm palm. Slowly, he released my arms.

  “Josh?” I looked at him uncertainly, but the part of him that was missing—the human, reasoning part—was still gone. But the Beast I saw lurking within seemed to speak to me through my stepbrother’s expressive eyes.

  I’m sorry, the Beast seemed to say as he gently massaged my mound. So sorry but I need you this way…need to touch you. To be with you. Please, Cassie. Please…

  I didn’t know if I was imagining it or not, but something inside me—the core of my resistance—seemed to melt at that point. I didn’t know why Josh was doing this, but it was clear this was something he wanted…no, something he needed. And though I knew it was wrong, I found myself wanting to give it to him.

  “All right,” I said softly, reaching up to cup his warm, scratchy cheek and looking into those lovely, inhuman eyes. “It’s all right, Josh. You…you can touch me.”

  Then, though it was one of the hardest things I had ever done, I spread my thighs and welcomed him in.

  As he explored my pussy with his fingers, I tried not to think about what was happening. Tried not to remember that it was Josh touching me so intimately, spreading my cunt lips open and tracing my throbbing clit with one careful fingertip. But I couldn’t stop the pleasure spreading through me nor quench the fire his touch ignited in my body.

  Despite his inhuman actions up until now, he was being so gentle. So tender and sweet. The way he explored my open cunt and stroked over my tender button was exactly how I imagined the real Josh touching me—or Josh when he was in his right mind, anyway.

  Not that we would ever do this while he was truly himself—it would be unthinkable. But if we did for some reason, I knew Josh would be careful and kind during my first time. He would break me in gently, making sure I was wet and ready before he thrust his long, hard cock deep into my unresisting pussy…

  What’s wrong with you? Stop thinking like that! I lectured myself, but I couldn’t stop the forbidden thoughts any more than I could stop Josh from touching me. There was nothing I could do but lie back and let the intense sensations wash over me. Nothing I could do but spread my legs and let him own me.

  Soon my pleasure grew unbearable and I knew that I was about to come. It really hit me then, what was happening. I am going to have an orgasm from Josh fingering me. And I wasn’t even trying to stop him anymore. I was just lying there on the sleeping blanket with my thighs spread wide as he stroked my naked pussy.

  Shame washed over me, but all the shame in the world couldn’t stop the flood of pleasure as Josh continued to stroke my open cunt.

  “Josh,” I whispered, bucking under his hand. “Oh God, we shouldn’t…shouldn’t do this. Please…please…”

  I wasn’t sure if I was pleading with him to stop or to never stop. I felt strangely hazy at that point, and I had an odd but distinct feeling that it was all right to give in and let