Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) (3 page)

And fuck, despite that thought pounding in his head, he wanted to do it again, so badly.

He looked at her upturned face, so tempting and beautiful, her lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly white teeth within.

Christ almighty, what am I doing?... I should tell her to go... But I can't...

“Kyle... Kiss me properly. Please... Please?” she pleaded in a soft and husky voice, her eyes full of desire for him. She pulled him back roughly, hugging his waist and he lost all sense of reason for a moment as her warm body took over his mind. His tongue sank into her mouth and she responded, lapping at him rhythmically... making the most wonderful little mewing sounds, moaning and gasping with pleasure. He heated up like an erupting volcano. He was desperate to touch her and he knew just where to start. His hands slipped around the back of her head, into her silky blondness, grabbing handfuls of it and imprinting it forever on his memory. He held her head against his, as they kissed, and he played erotic games with his fingers in her hair. Tugging it and twirling it. Her heated perfume wafted around them and assailed his nostrils, inflaming him further. She tasted so sweet and fresh and smelled so feminine and hot. Her mouth and tongue felt like soft velvet as he explored them. He groaned out loud as her hands dropped slowly from his waist to his backside and she pulled him tightly to her. Her small hands cupped his ass firmly. His hard-on pressed painfully against her hip bone, and her breasts squashed against his chest, wonderfully soft and so inviting.

How he ached for her, to undress and touch her... all over...

But, this wasn't right. In fact it was so fucking wrong.

He pushed her away with a deep groan and stepped back, his breathing ragged.

“No... No more... You're Chris' girlfriend Melanie... I suggest we forget this. It hasn't happened,” he said with an agonised and shaky voice, his eyes downcast. He couldn't look at her, because he knew what he'd see. They both wanted a lot more. The whole thing. Badly.

“But Kyle, it has happened and I'm telling you right now, I'm so glad about that, because it's you that I want, and not him. I'll see you tomorrow.” With that shocking parting comment, she touched his arm gently with her fingertips and left, closing his door behind her with a soft click.

“Holy shit, what have I done...?” he asked out loud to himself.

What a fucking mess.

But how he wanted her.

He looked at his computer and it held no appeal tonight.

Only one thing appealed.

Taking Melanie into his arms and fucking them both into a coma. 

He picked up his weights and started working out to relieve his frustration and tire himself out. Over an hour later he crawled into bed, exhausted, mentally and physically. He then fell fast asleep.

He was beginning to wonder if he'd imagined it. His encounter with Melanie. Perhaps he was going crazy somehow?

First seeing those weird wolves in the wood, then beautiful girls throwing themselves at him. This wasn't the way his life was.

He finished his shift and after that he Skyped Anya with a message. She didn't answer, and after a half an hour, feeling more than a little concerned about his pal, he texted her as well.

“Finished puking yet?”

“
NO,” she replied.

“
Really?”

“
So ill and weak, got Mum here and she called the doctor. Can't even get out of bed to take a pee.”

“
So sorry Ansy. Hope you feel better soon.”

“
Me too. Take care.”

“
Big X”

He was on his own today. Lord and Lady Brandon went to the extremely nouveau rich Carlisle's every other Monday. They lived in Knodishall, a well-to-do village not far away. It was a serious drink and cards session. They were collected by the Carlisle's driver after lunch and never reappeared before midnight, usually much the worse for wear. His brother was at work, and usually ate out with his friends, if it was one of Mrs Higgins' days off, which it was. There was only Martha and himself in the house. The dog sat at his feet, snoozing happily. He liked having her in his room, she was comforting and undemanding and very sweet company. He was suddenly quite peckish and got up and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and rustle up some grub. Martha followed, trailing behind him, half asleep, on the scrounge for a spare tidbit that might come her way, as usual.

He stood at the kitchen window daydreaming while the coffee machine whirred into action at his side, and the sandwich toaster heated up. He suddenly started in shock. The wolves he'd seen yesterday were roaming around the grounds. He could see five of them at least... His heart picked up a pace as he watched them slink about on their long legs. They had an even weirder look about them in the cold light of day. Almost a human resemblance, in some odd, inexplicable way. He stood stock still, staring in horrified fascination. They were sniffing the ground and scenting something out, he hoped and prayed it wasn't him, but he couldn't think what else it might be. They were closing in to the boot room, next door to the kitchen, where he'd entered the house the previous day. Martha whimpered again, sinking to the floor at his side, cowering and shaking noticeably. He stared in realisation as they all turned and looked his way. They'd heard her and they'd seen him. They began to head in his direction. He edged back from the window slowly, unsure of what to do.

His father's hunting rifle...

Not that he knew what to do with it, or even if it was loaded. But if he could take a shot at them, out of an upstairs window, maybe he could scare them off. He rushed out of the kitchen, across the hallway, and into his dad's study, with Martha close at heel. But the gun cabinet was locked. He couldn't find the key, and as his dad's desk drawer was also locked, he quickly gave up that idea.

He was safe inside the house at least.

Hopefully they'd get bored and go away soon, if he was out of sight. He'd go upstairs and take a peek out of the bedroom windows, to see where they were.

But then he heard a noise, a collection of snarls and loud growling coming across the hallway towards him.

Jesus and fuck... They were inside... How the hell did they get in?

He shot over and slammed the door of the study closed and locked it, his heart pounding in fear. He pressed his ear to the door and listened. They paced and snarled outside, scratching and jumping up at the door of the study, roaring and growling. Then the weirdest thing happened. The door handle turned, again and again, rattling loudly. He grabbed it in panic, holding it still. An animal screech of anger filled the air. The pounding and scratching on the door continued. He closed his eyes and prayed he was dreaming this whole fucking thing. Adrenaline surged and his blood rushed through his veins and ears like a roaring wildfire. An almighty howl assailed his hearing, and a long rumbling growl ensued, coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. He'd never felt so terrified in his life. He prayed the small lock could withstand their assault, and braced his body against the door to reinforce its strength. For a long while after he stood like that and listened. Until he was absolutely sure he couldn't hear anything more. Arming himself with his dad's cricket bat, the only thing he could find, he bravely unlocked and opened the study door and popped his head out cautiously to survey the scene. A rush of cool air hit him. The front door was wide open. This was getting weirder by the minute. He edged out and shut the front door and then began a nervous tour of the rooms.

His heartbeat was like a wild drum thumping in his chest as he crept around downstairs and then upstairs in the eerie silence. His family home had taken on a sinister feel. The tall ceilings, leaded windows, and old dark furniture harboured shadows and many places where things could hide. He tried to think logically and sensibly but his mind was shot to pieces. He was acting on instinct, survival instinct. After a lengthy check about the house, flashing all the lights on and checking everywhere he could think of, he was finally satisfied he was alone. He locked the back and front doors, bolting them firmly. He put the alarm on and tested it and it still worked. Standing in the hallway, he looked at the study door. Deep gouges were evident in the white paint, and long scratch marks covered its glossy surface. He had evidence now. He wasn't going crazy. They were real, and for some reason, it seemed, these animals wanted him. He revisited the kitchen, turned off the toaster, and grabbed a snack bar instead, plus his half cold coffee. After forcing himself to look out of the window, and seeing nothing, he went upstairs. The alarm shrieked as he moved through the house. He reset it using the upstairs control panel and entered his bedroom. The house was secure at least. He'd know the second anything came through the hallway.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief and had a quick workout to release the tension in his neck and shoulders.

After wiping himself down, he tossed his sweaty t-shirt on the floor, and lie back on his bed. Picking up his unopened Computer Wise magazine, a monthly subscription, he pulled off the plastic covering and flicked through it. He didn't think he could possibly concentrate on anything so mundane for a minute, not after all that had happened, but oddly he could. He became engrossed in an article about the next generation of ultra thin roll-up computers and super nano chip technology. Things were moving on at such a pace in the IT world that it staggered him at times. People were so inventive and clever. He didn't think it would be long before the entire human race had a chip inserted in their brains and were connected up to the internet, staring at the world through monitor shaped eyes. He smiled to himself, thinking what a visionary mindset he had, as he continued to read.

Suddenly the doorbell blared and he jumped out of his skin, obviously still unnerved.

Jeez, that bell could wake the dead.

It was a loud buzzing noise which couldn't fail to be heard, probably in the next village, nearly three miles away. Mrs Higgins was unfortunately quite deaf and the bell was set on the highest setting so that she could hear it when she was working around the house, cleaning or cooking.

He jumped up and looked out of the window. There was no car or van there. Callers on foot were rare as they lived in the depths of the Suffolk countryside. There were no paths and very few houses. But they sometimes did have people call. He couldn't see who was there because of the entrance porch columns obscuring his view and the overgrowth of ivy, which covered the house almost entirely. He flew downstairs, tripping the alarm, which set off loudly. He turned the alarm off, with a quick press of the red and yellow buttons, and opened the door, anxious to see another person, whoever it was.

His heart stopped beating and his breath heaved in his chest. It was her. Melanie.

“Oh, hi...” he said lamely, at a loss for words at the stunner standing before him. He quickly dragged his gaze up to her face and kept it there, with difficulty.

“
I thought I'd come early. I finish at three at the dental surgery on Mondays,” she said with a warm smile. “So, can I come in?” Her eyes swept over his bare chest in open admiration. He felt the heat begin to build.

“
Mel, I don't know... Is this a good idea?” he began earnestly.

“
Why not? I'm really looking forward to my ride... Please Kyle...” she said sweetly and innocently. But he was pretty sure her inner feelings and intentions didn't match her tone of voice. He could see it in her eyes. That burning look struck him in his gut, and lower than his gut...

He let her in and closed the door, turning and taking a deep breath.

“Wow, you've certainly dressed for the occasion!” He couldn't stop himself from grinning from ear to ear at the beautiful vision. He lapped it up hungrily as they had a long mutually appreciative stare at each other.

“
So you like?” she teased, playfully.

“
Mmmm,” he managed to force his tongue to reply.

Fuck, did he like? Christ Almighty... She couldn't be more of a hot biker chick...

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, wispy tendrils trailing sexily around her neck and face. Big chunky silver earrings adorned her pretty ears.

But her clothing was something out of his wildest fantasies...

Tight, very low cut faded jeans, just about hugged her hips, in fact they were so low rise they just about covered her snatch... he couldn't help staring at the bare strip of skin above them, her hipbones exposed for his inspection... and the cropped black leather biker jacket sheathing her luscious upper body, skimming over those large mounds of very edible flesh that had been pressed up against him so hard. A brief black top sparkled underneath, tantalising his taste buds even more...  And if that wasn't enough to have him licking her feet... at the very end of her sexed up look, were a pair of black strappy patent boots, with spiked fuck me heels.

Whoa...

He let out a sigh that had built up to a crescendo inside him... a mixture of lust and complete adoration...

Jesus and holy mother... this was too much for a sex deprived male to take...

“Can I get you something?” he asked mindlessly, his thoughts travelling off somewhere far too wonderful.

“
No, I'm fine,” she said with a smile, her eyes still glued to his chest and toned stomach. He smiled with satisfaction. How good it felt to be admired and lusted after.

“
Where's your car, Mel?” His mind whirred into action.

“
I got my Mum to detour and drop me off on the way to the shops. Then I knew you'd have to give me a ride home on your bike, wouldn't you?” she replied cheekily, licking her glossy pink lips. “Oh my God, what happened to that door?” she suddenly asked, catching sight of the scratched up study door to his right.

“
A spot of canine destruction,” he said with black humour. He'd tell her about it later. Not now. They'd have their ride first.

He wanted her holding him tightly, snuggling her softness to his back, as they flew around the lanes. He wanted that close feeling more than anything else in the world. Wolf tales could wait a while.

“I can't believe Martha did that!” she exclaimed.

“
Mmmm, really sharp claws,” he added vaguely. “I'll get dressed, give me a minute.”

He shot up the stairs, barefoot, taking them three at a time. He put on his best t-shirt, socks and boots, and grabbed his jacket, shrugging it on as he descended the staircase. She stood where he had left her, bending and petting the dog enthusiastically.

“I definitely don't believe this sweet little thing did all that damage...” she said pointedly, giving him a questioning look.

“
Yeah, it's quite a mess... Look, we can stop off for an early dinner in a pub I know. Fancy that?” he asked, trying to deflect her attention.

“
That'll be nice. So it's a real date then?” she asked with a long burning look into his eyes.

“
Have you finished with my bro?”

“
Not yet. But I will pretty soon. I need to get him in the right mood.”

“
Then it's a friendly outing. Nothing more,” he said with a coolness he really didn't feel.

“
I feel way more than friendly about you,” she whispered breathily.

“
Mel... Please...”

“
I'm not blind Kyle. I've seen the way you look at me. And after yesterday I know you feel it too. Look, don't say anything more. Let's have some fun and go out for that friendly ride, shall we?”

He led her outside, looking around warily. He was suddenly concerned. The pack could swarm out at any moment from wherever they were hiding.

Shit, he was becoming obsessed. They were probably miles away by now. At least he hoped they were.

He shook off his irrational worries and walked the bike out from the garage, propping it up.
Then got his helmet off the shelf and an older one he kept as a spare. He passed it to her. She stood with wide admiring eyes, taking in the sharp looking, dark grey and chrome piece of mechanical perfection standing in front of her.