The Host (The Host #1)(150)

“Wanda, what’s this about?”

I threw Ian one blazing glance of reproach and then tried to meet Jared’s eyes.

I couldn’t do it. I looked at his feet instead.

“I lost Melanie,” I whispered.

“You lost her!”

I nodded miserably.

His voice was hard and angry. “How?”

“I’m not sure. I made her be quiet… but she always comes back… always before… I can’t hear her now… and Jamie…”

“She’s gone?” Muted agony in his voice.

“I don’t know. I can’t find her.”

Deep breath. “Why does Ian think I have to kiss you?”

“Not kiss me,” I said, my voice so faint I could barely hear it myself. “Kiss her. Nothing upset her more than when you kissed us… before. Nothing pulled her to the surface like that. Maybe… No. You don’t have to. I’ll try to find her myself.”

I still had my eyes on his feet, so I saw him step toward me.

“You think, if I kiss her… ?”

I couldn’t even nod. I tried to swallow.

Familiar hands brushed my neck, tracing down either side to my shoulders. My heart thudded loud enough that I wondered if he could hear it.

I was so embarrassed, forcing him to touch me this way. What if he thought it was a trick—my idea, not Ian’s?

I wondered if Ian was still there, watching. How much would this hurt him?

One hand continued, as I knew it would, down my arm to my wrist, leaving a trail of fire behind it. The other cupped beneath my jaw, as I knew it must, and pulled my face up.

His cheek pressed against mine, the skin burning where we were connected, and he whispered in my ear.

“Melanie. I know you’re there. Come back to me.”

His cheek slowly slid back, and his chin tilted to the side so that his mouth covered mine.

He tried to kiss me softly. I could tell that he tried. But his intentions went up in smoke, just like before.

There was fire everywhere, because he was everywhere. His hands traced my skin, burning it. His lips tasted every inch of my face. The rock wall slammed into my back, but there was no pain. I couldn’t feel anything besides the burning.

My hands knotted in his hair, pulling him to me as if there were any possible way for us to be closer. My legs wrapped around his waist, the wall giving me the leverage I needed. His tongue twisted with mine, and there was no part of my mind that was not invaded by the insane desire that possessed me.

He pulled his mouth free and pressed his lips to my ear again.

“Melanie Stryder!” It was so loud in my ear, a growl that was almost a shout. “You will not leave me. Don’t you love me? Prove it! Prove it! Damn it, Mel! Get back here!”

His lips attacked mine again.

Ahhh, she groaned weakly in my head.

I couldn’t think to greet her. I was on fire.

The fire burned its way to her, back to the tiny corner where she drooped, nearly lifeless.

My hands fisted around the fabric of Jared’s T-shirt, yanking it up. This was their idea; I didn’t tell them what to do. His hands burned on the skin of my back.

Jared? she whispered. She tried to orient herself, but the mind we shared was so disoriented.

I felt the muscles of his stomach under my palms, my hands crushed between us.

What? Where… Melanie struggled.

I broke away from his mouth to breathe, and his lips scorched their way down my throat. I buried my face in his hair, inhaling the scent.

Jared! Jared! NO!

I let her flow through my arms, knowing this was what I wanted, though I could barely pay attention now. The hands on his stomach turned hard, angry. The fingers clawed at his skin and then shoved him as hard as they could.

“NO!” she shouted through my lips.

Jared caught her hands, then caught me against the wall before I could fall. I sagged, my body confused by the conflicting directions it was receiving.

“Mel? Mel!”

“What are you doing?”

He groaned in relief. “I knew you could do it! Ah, Mel!”

He kissed her again, kissed the lips that she now controlled, and we could both taste the tears that ran down his face.

She bit him.

Jared jumped back from us, and I slid to the floor, landing in a wilted heap.

He started laughing. “That’s my girl. You still got her, Wanda?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

What the hell, Wanda? she screeched at me.

Where have you been? Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through trying to find you?

Yeah, I can see that you were really suffering.

Oh, I’ll suffer, I promised her. I could already feel it coming on. Just like before…

She was flipping through my thoughts as fast as she could. Jamie?

That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. He needs you.

Then why aren’t we with him?

Because he’s probably a bit young to watch this kind of thing.

She searched through some more. Wow, Ian, too. I’m glad I missed that part.

I was so worried. I didn’t know what to do.…

Well, c’mon. Let’s go.

“Mel?” Jared asked.

“She’s here. She’s furious. She wants to see Jamie.”