Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) (8 page)

He wondered who he'd choose if he had the two of them in front of him right now and he had to make a choice. But he already knew.

It would be as easy as sleeping and breathing, being with her. To start with, he didn't have to hide anything.

And he was forced to admit, despite the fact she'd disgusted him only a short time ago, and her monster face was just about the ugliest thing he'd ever seen, he'd never been attracted to anyone so much in his entire life.

He was lying back on the bed, smiling a little, when the object of his lust came back in the room and sat beside him.

“You'd better sit up, or I might throw my pride away and eat you,” she grinned.

“Maybe I won't mind.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“I was joking... You're gonna have to beg me for it. And you will.”

“Don't hold your breath sweetheart. I don't want you dying on my account.”

She leant over him, and hung her face an inch away from his, breathing on him. She nipped at his lip and ran her tongue across his mouth. The effect was electric. His ignition was on, and he was revving up powerfully fast. He swallowed his groaning reaction and bit his tongue hard, trying to calm down. She got up and looked at the effect she had on him proudly.

“Just a little taster to keep in your mind. Start thinking some pretty begging words up, wontcha baby?” she smiled a big white smile, and her eyes crinkled up with mischief. “Now then... up you get. We're having our usual, out there,” she motioned.

He stood and followed her out and back to the rest of the gang.

Kat was busy pouring out a tray full of vodka shots. Kyle wasn't much into hard liquor with no sweetener, but he'd have a go.

“Hey hon,” she said with a hot smile in his direction, and motioning for him to come over.

She slung an arm around his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “This takes the edge off. We have a half a dozen before we get going. I guarantee you won't remember a thing about what happens later...” She laughed briefly as she placed one in each of his hands and proceeded to knock her own two back without a flinch.

“Mmm mmm, what a taste. And what a feeling!” she sighed with satisfaction.

She waited expectantly for him to do his.

Well, here goes...

The harsh spirit set his throat on fire and burned a trail down into his stomach. The second was easier, less of a shock. It wasn't that bad, in truth. Very pleasant after-effects were becoming apparent.

“Wow... that's a hot head rush!” he gasped with a chuckle.

“
Like a hot rush do 'ya honey?” she purred.

That was definitely a double entendre. He felt a little uncomfortable standing so close to her now.

“Kat, pass 'em 'round will 'ya,” Tank said with an obvious snap, giving Kyle a dirty look. It was clear that the alpha wife had committed a serious faux pas by talking to him, touching him, and giving him a shot before the head honcho got his.

Or would that be Hells Alpha? He thought in amusement. The vodka was definitely loosening him up pretty fast.

They all took two shots down, with the exception of the thoroughly pregnant Saffy. Obviously were-babies were given the same care and attention pre-natally, as human ones.

Then they started round two. Roxy stood closely by his side as Kat served first their illustrious leader, then herself, and then the others, leaving Kyle until last.  It was quite clear where he stood in the pack.

Did he actually think that? That he was a part of this pack?

Must be the vodka.

He was already feeling quite drunk. His head was swimming. Four was enough. Despite Kat insisting he have another two, he had to refuse. Maybe he'd get used to this in time.

They all stood up and toasted him on the last one. Then Angel called him a were-virgin, which made them all laugh. He felt a tinge of pleasure about that, momentarily. Until he remembered the pain coming up at his deflowering ceremony.

Then they all filed out, into the front yard.

They weren't getting on their bikes, surely?
Not after downing  six large vodkas?

Obviously drink driving didn't hold much importance in the pack.

Roxy took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at her with a glazed expression as she led him to his bike and they got on, starting up their engines. They set off, back down the bumpy terrain and onto the road, Tank leading the way and heading for their feeding grounds, he supposed. Like a pride of lions gathering for their hunt on the Serengeti Plain. He suddenly realised why they drank before the event. It wasn't like they were off to a Harley round-up for an evening picnic. This was a serious and nasty business. Who'd want to go sober? Apart from poor old Saffy, who had to, of course. He kept his bike in as straight a line as he could. But he was quite aware of Mutt weaving around all over the road in front of him. He wasn't the only one either. He chuckled to himself. He was actually having a load of fun.

Shame it was gonna end soon, when the beast got down to business.

They lay around on the grass under a copse of trees next to a field of sheep, as the sun made its final descent. The air was cool and a little damp and the sky was ablaze with pink and blue streaks. It was a beautiful sight to behold. The moon was already up, large and full. Never before had it played such a significant role in his life as now. His whole body was about to undergo change, pain, and an experience that most would likely describe as hell on earth. And all because of the presence of a large, natural satellite, many thousands of miles from the earth, that was merely in its fully illuminated phase. It didn't seem real or possible. But then again, not much about the last few days in his life actually did.

Despite all that, he felt strangely calm at present.

The calm before the storm.

The vodka definitely helped, and he was thankful for the warm buzz in his mind and body.

“
You okay babe?” Roxy asked, touching his arm.

“
S'pose...” he muttered.  She sat up and hung over him, looking deeply into his eyes, her long hair sweeping across his chest. He reached up and gave it a playful tug and treated her to a cheeky grin. She smiled back briefly, and then looked around them and up at the sky. “C'mon, it's almost dark, we need to undress. It's about to happen and werewolves don't need clothes...” She smiled as she began a little striptease in front of him. He was aware of the others moving around him but his eyes were riveted to her. He developed tunnel vision, watching in rapture as she unbuttoned her biker vest and slipped it off, revealing an exotic red lacy bra covering her even more exotic breasts. He'd thought Melanie to be an ample size, but Roxy was even more voluptuous. He was definitely a breast man... but then again, those legs of hers were something else... long and slender and silky looking. Perhaps he was just a Roxy man?

He started hardening rapidly. He forced himself to look away, realising he had to undress too, and didn't need this type of excitement right now. He didn't want to flash a hard-on at everyone, did he? He subtly slipped out of his clothing, thinking about his job for a few seconds, to calm his mind. He looked around at the others. They were all lying face down, naked, waiting. He lay next to her and they stared at each other. His eyes skimmed over the smooth rounded cheeks of her backside and the slimness of her waist. He was sure his eyes were full to the brim with lust. He could see hers were. He knew he had a perfect body now, one that most women would want, and she wanted his desperately. She slid across to him, closely, and rested her arm across his back, her hand in his hair. She began massaging his scalp with her fingertips.

“Relax, go with it. Don't tense up, right?” she whispered.

“
Okay...” he replied. Unfortunately he was getting very tense and very nervous.

The sun had gone and almost immediately there was a crackle of electricity in the air around them. A tingling feeling invaded his body and he felt his face begin to tighten, his jaw and nose starting to ache painfully. Roxy's was transforming too, her monster taking shape slowly before his eyes. He didn't want to see any more and closed his eyes tightly shut. At that point everything began to heave inside him. A heated acute pain struck at every cell he possessed. He grunted with the exertion as he was pulled and pulled again in every direction. The slick creaking, stretching sounds of his transformation, almost made him feel sick with disgust. He curled up in a ball, a primal need for self protection overcoming him, as panic began rising within and his mind lost its focus. The excruciating pain obliterated his every thought, pulsating waves of shooting through him like so many sharpened spears.

His eyes flickered open for a second as another blinding level of discomfort overtook him. His whole body was sprouting dark hair rapidly, and it itched with a fiery burn all over his skin. He wanted to tear at himself, to relieve the dreadful sensation. He looked at his hand, deforming itself into a paw, huge curved claws pushing their way forth, agonisingly, from his newly formed, stubby, hairy fingertips.

“
Roxy, oh  God....
” he groaned, panic stricken and in such pain he could hardly breathe... But his voice wasn't his own any more. It was growling, sounding evil and harsh to his wolf-like hearing. Then he was snarling, like a beast... because that was what he had become, just now, under the glare of the blinding full moon.

He turned and looked into Roxy's amber glowing eyes. “I'm here, babe... hold on... you're almost done...” her guttural voice replied from her fast growing snout. 

A loud round of howls filled the air around him, and he instinctively howled in return. The sound burned his throat and his chest heaved wildly.

He whimpered with the rolling waves of pain and then his mind suddenly floated away, to some far off place. Somewhere pain free and warm and comfortable, where he didn't know what he was or where he was. He couldn't sense his breathing, or feel anything, or even hear anymore. He was aware of some motion, of a blur of his senses, and a wild feeling of exhilaration careering through him. And then it all went beautifully dark for a while.

He was snapped out of his blissful darkness by a surge of activity. He heard growling, his head was shaking violently from side to side and he tasted something, a gush of warm fluid filled his mouth. His head and jaw ripped harshly at something, a blur of brown in front of him and a strong musky smell invaded his nostrils, then it all passed and he slipped away again, back into the welcome darkness.

His head was throbbing like hell as he came 'round, but even through that he could still feel her hand stroking his cheek as he lay face down on the ground.

“
It's over... okay?” she whispered into his ear. He roused himself and looked up. The others were dressing and recovering around him. She placed his clothes next to him. “Get dressed now, hmmm?”

He forced himself up and hurriedly pulled on his clothes, and finally his biker jacket. Then he felt too hot and removed the jacket. His stomach was extremely uncomfortable, full of pressure, hard and round.

“How the hell do you guys cope with that all the time?”

“
It doesn't hurt us to change, Kyle, well, not much anyway. The itching hair is the worst part, but you get used to that after a while. I enjoy it to be honest. And the full moon issue, well... what d'ya do? Not much we can do... is there?”

“
What did we do, by the way?”

“
No way of knowing, is there? I guess we had a few sheep for dinner,” she laughed.

A surge of nausea overtook him and he felt the need to puke. He rushed off and bent down, hands on his knees, as he threw up behind a tree. A huge pile of pink undigested meat fell from his mouth and he puked yet again, sickened at the sight of it all.

Someone slapped him hard on the back. He winced and turned his head.  It was Tank, complete with a wicked grin.

“
Been piggin' out, boy?” he growled in his usual condescending tone.

“
Looks like it,” he managed, trying not to taste the disgusting flavour of bloody raw meat presently in his mouth.

“
It often happens, the first full moon. Over feeding, that's what. Your human belly can't take it. But there's no tellin' the beast, is there?”

He laughed heartily as Kyle's discomfort and wandered off again.

He stood up and braced himself against the tree. Roxy appeared at his side and handed him a bottle of water.

“
Thought you could use it...” she said sympathetically. “Eeewww!” she exclaimed, catching sight of his revolting mess.

“
Ugh... That was vile. Hopefully I'll have a more modest portion of mutton next time,” he chuckled.

“
It's never happened to me, only the men. You men and your meat, eh?” she laughed. She lifted her hand and caught his and pulled him to one side. “So... feeling better now? You've coped with your rush and your first change. You've fed and thrown up. I think you deserve a nice hot shower and a sleep with yours truly. How does that sound?”

“
Like heaven,” he admitted. Especially the last part.

He noticed the gang were gathering at their bikes, ready to leave. Ryder was polishing up his chrome with a rag, Angel having a cigarette, sitting on hers. Saffy was trying to get her leg over her bike, with some difficulty, he noticed as Max swept to her side and helped her on.

“How long till it's born... their baby?” he asked Roxy.

“
Another two weeks, we think.”

“
I guess it's a big event, hmmm?”

“
I can't wait.”

“
Will it be like us, able to change form?”

“
As far as we know, based on Ryder's experience, because he's seen this before a few times... the kid'll be able to change at about seven or eight, but won't be taken over by the moon until much later. Puberty kicks it off apparently... Come on, let's get home fast. There'll be a long queue for the bathroom. Race 'ya.”

She set off on her bike, racing along with a skill and a daredevil style he couldn't believe. He was enthralled. Her bare knee was almost touching the road as she leaned into the bends and twists in the lane. She rumbled up the road to the barn, standing up on the footrests and wiggling her tiny leather shorts covered backside at him naughtily.

“Fucking little tease...” he called ahead to her.

“
Thought of some nice begging words yet?” she shot back, swinging her bike around in a flurry of dust and stones, and turning to face him in front of the barn.

“
I told you. I don't beg.”

“
I'll just carry on teasing then. Let's see how long you last,” she laughed, running inside the door. He followed her in and down the corridor to the bathroom. “Go on jump in but be quick, a couple of minutes okay? Tank'll be back soon.”

“
He gets to go first with everything, does he?”

“
Mostly, he's our alpha. But he's a good guy, Kyle. I love him, dearly. He's been like a father to me. Rescued me from a bad gang a while back. Anyways, he provides a roof over our heads, food, the kind we pay for, drink, clothes, all that stuff, and he looks after us. It's his job to keep us all safe, and there's a lot of rivalry with wolf packs you know? He has to deal with all that. It can get real dangerous...” She stopped and gazed at him thoughtfully. “You two'll hit it off eventually. I'm sure you will, but right now, get in there babe...” She shoved him through the open bathroom door.

As he stood under the shower scrubbing himself fast and furiously, and rinsing his mouth out with soapy suds, to get rid of the lingering and deeply disgusting taste of sheep, he was sure of one thing. He and Tank would never see eye to eye. He wasn't sure why exactly, but he felt he was a threat to him.

An educated Lord's son, well built, appealing to the ladies, and to his very own mate, judging by Kat's reaction and the looks she gave him. He might be a little young, but he was a rival for the leadership, something Tank had probably never felt before, with the other guys. Not that Kyle wanted to lead a pack just yet, or even be in one for that matter, but he was coming to realise that he might have to do a lot of things he didn't want over the coming days, weeks, and months.

He sat on the bed, dressed in clean boxers and track pants, and feeling beautifully refreshed, waiting for Roxy to emerge. She appeared a few minutes later, wearing a small white towel which just about covered her essentials, her hair still dripping wet down her back.

“That was so good...” she sighed, sitting on the bed next to him, her gaze raking him over hotly. His eyes were just about ready to pop out of his head with lust. “Look, I'm getting dressed now, so stare all you like, it's up to you. We have to strip off quite often so you might as well get used to it.”

She rose and went to the chest of drawers, opening the top one and retrieving a brush, pulling it through her dripping long tresses. She sprayed some perfume on her neck. And after choosing some clean underwear from another drawer, she suddenly dropped her towel. His eyes were glued to her pert backside, her slender waist and long limbs. His breathing ramped up at the sight of Venus standing before him. How he wanted to touch and hold her, to have her warm body close against him. He loved her teasing him, and wanted her to tease a lot more if it was like this. She put on her small panties, bright purple in colour, and then with a sly look over her shoulder, she got out a cropped black t-shirt which she slipped into.

She turned to face him and he laughed out loud.

A bright purple 'Little Miss Naughty' was emblazoned across her beautiful chest. The cartoon character lightened the heavy sexual atmosphere. She closed the blind, shutting out the early morning light, and slipped into bed, towelling off her hair.

“I've already set the alarm for midday. So we can have a nice long lie in. No one'll be up before then. It's like that on moon days... That okay with you?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“
Sure, whatever... Little Miss Naughty...” he joked, as he sank into the blissful feather pillow which smelt strongly of her and the perfume she wore. She sniggered in return and leant up on her elbow to face him...