Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) Page 4

  She got off the bike and stood at his side. His whole world stopped spinning as he watched her kick off her boots and pull down her jeans and panties, throwing them to one side. His heart was about to explode with pure excitement. Never before had he experienced such an erotic piece of action as this. It couldn't get any better.

  He was going to explore every single inch of her divine body in detail later on, but now all he wanted was to get inside her. He needed her so desperately.

  His cock sprang free, ready for action, as she tugged his jeans and pants down a little and lifted her leg over the front of him, sitting astride his lap.

  “I'm all yours baby,” he said gasping, his eyes wider than ever and so full of heated desire he thought they'd melt. He lifted her up and her hand guided him inside her.

  She cried out with pleasure as she sank down on him, lower and lower, until their bodies met. “OH GOD.... Kyle... This is so wild.”

  They kissed ravenously, and she squeezed at him, her muscles tightening around his hardness buried so deeply inside of her. She hooked her legs around his backside, and leaned away slightly, her hands braced on the handlebars behind her as she began moving on him, slowly.

  So tantalisingly slowly at first.

  This was every fantasy he'd ever had coming to life. He'd never look at his bike in the same way again, that's for sure. The sight before him was enough to make him come without any other stimulation whatsoever. Why he hadn't tipped over the edge of no return was a miracle.

  Christ Almighty... I'm only fucking a stunning, too sexy for words, blond bombshell on my Harley... I don't believe it..!

  His palms brushed her bared stomach, his eyes taking in every detail, the slender waist, the neat blond strip of hair that was thrusting back and forth against his darker one. He stroked the soft skin of her thighs in ecstasy. Then he reached across, up inside her top, and took her satin covered breasts in his hands.

  What a beautiful handful...

  “Mel, you're killing me,” he whispered, shaking, and wild with excitement. How he wanted to grab at her, go crazy, roll about and screw her completely senseless. It was kinda frustrating but at the same time deeply satisfying and more than thrilling. But he couldn't move from his position. He was her sexual prisoner and she was making sure he enjoyed his sentence.

  One thing he definitely wasn't, was a male chauvinist. If she wanted to fuck him to death and beyond, then he'd let her.

  All he could do was touch her. Look and feel what she was doing to him... But he was going to make the most of that. His hands dropped down, around her waist, and then underneath, to her tight little sexy ass. He squeezed it hard and deep, pulling her hips tightly against his. Locking them together tightly, she surged against him again and again. His fingers kneaded her softness and then trailed around her softly. Touching everywhere he could reach.

  She began working him much harder, and all too soon it was too much to handle. His feelings began escalating and spilling over. He could feel himself coming and couldn't stop it happening. Not that he wanted to. He slammed her body against his again and again as it began; the intense tingling sensation that gathered inside his cock and his balls was cataclysmic. As it peaked, he jerked with the convulsive spasms that shot through his centre like a storm, wracking his body with pleasure.

  God, it had been so long.... far too long.

  He gulped over and over, raining kisses madly all over her luscious, fragrant face and neck.

  Could any woman be more beautiful, sexy, and wonderful as her?

  At this moment, definitely not.

  His mind flew away, to that place where only feelings existed and words couldn't possibly describe them. He yanked off her pony tail band and buried his hands in the falling silky blond hair as it swept around them. He kissed her lips and buried his tongue deeply inside her mouth, lapping at her with a frenzy.

  His spine tingled as the waves finally calmed.

  She broke away to gaze into his eyes. Hers were glazed and half closed, awash with wild sex and lust and just about everything else going.

  “Ahhh, Kyle, Kyle... I've never felt this way, never ever, about anyone. You're a girl's dream come true,” she gasped as he devoured her in a passionate frenzy. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she probed into his wet cum as it oozed out of her as he softened. She touched her wet finger to her tongue. “I want more. Lots more. Take me inside. And make it quick.”

  As they lay together on his bed and he removed the rest of her clothes, he was lost in her body.

  Her hair spread itself across his pillows and she looked like a goddess of love.

  “Mmmm, you're adorable, beautiful, and so damn gorgeous I could eat you,” he sighed as he started to do just that, attaching his mouth to her nipple and sucking it like crazy. His hands roamed about her, cupping her other soft full breast and delving deeply between her legs, his fingers stroking the wetness. His and hers.

  “Make me come, with your fingers... I'm dying for it,” she whimpered, tearfully. She grabbed his wrist, urging him gently, moving his hand. “Really soft and slow, like that, that's what I like. And touch me inside, low and to the back... Give me your fingers.” He obliged and she plunged them inside of her. “There, just there... Mmmmm, that's good...”

  Mel was certainly one who liked to tell him straight, he was fast realising. But he liked that. A lot.

  He touched her gently and explored her thoroughly. Her breathing changed pace, becoming harsh as he used his fingers, inside her at first, and then in the soft rhythm she liked. She arched her back towards him.

  “Keep going, I need more...” she whispered, her voice sounding far away from the world.

  Fuck no... No more fingers...

  He might not be that experienced, but he knew what women liked. And so did he.

  He wanted to get down there... and he was going to. His head lowered and his tongue trailed down her stomach, she watched him with sex-drugged eyes. She knew what was coming and he could see she wanted it.

  His tongue swept across her clit for the first time and she took a swift intake of breath. Then he circled her with the flat of it.

  “I love that so much, do it fast, suck me ...” she groaned as he swept into action, over and over, fast, wet and soft.

  “Oh Kyle.... Oh my God.” Her hands grabbed at his hair in a frenzy, her legs widening as far as they could go as she pushed his face into her. He felt her tense and then release, flopping back with a deep sigh.

  “I hope that feels as good for you, as it looks to me...” he grinned.

  “I think I love you already,” she said shakily and beamed at him. “You know when I look at you, I want more and more and more of you... I hope you're up to it, because I'm really, really in the mood.”

  He silenced her with a long, deep kiss and then positioned himself above her, his cock dying for another session.

  Was he up to it? Was she fucking joking...? He'd waited a helluva long time for this and he was so hot for her...

  She shook him, waking him from his blissful slumber, as he lie on top of her, dead to the world after their numerous heavy and very energetic sessions.

  “Hey gorgeous... I'm sorry but I've got to go. Believe me I really don't want to, but I promised my mum I'd be back by eight. She's going out.”

  “Tell her you can't make it, I need my sexy new pillows,” he said with a grin, snuggling his head on her breasts.

  “Come on... up you get. You can have your pillows another time, okay?”

  “How about tomorrow?”

  She laughed as he moved over to her side and she got up and dressed.

  “Well come on then lazy bones... I need a ride home!”

  “Oh I see, bossing me around, are you? Now you've had your way with me?”

  “I can be very, very bossy when I want to be, but you'll have to wait for that...” She smiled and leant down, kissing him sweetly on the nose. Reluctantly he rose and dressed, and they left quietly, creeping off to the
garage.

  They set off in the early evening, the bike light on full beam, as they travelled the empty lanes to Friston, where she lived. He dropped her off and they had a very long and wonderful kiss goodbye. Eventually she dragged herself out of his arms and made her way up the garden path to her cottage. She turned and blew him a sexy kiss. He chuckled happily and took off with a surge of speed and a wildly happy disposition.

  What a difference a day made. All thanks to her.

  He set a slower pace as he rode back home, enjoying the ride. He took the longer route, just another couple of miles, to enjoy the tranquility of the country road. He looked up at the sky, to the moon. It looked beautiful, so large and bright. A few clouds were scattered across it, adding an ominous air of mystery to its beauty. He dropped his eyes back to the road, taking a sharp bend, and turning into his lane from the other direction. The Brandons didn't usually come this way, because it was regularly flooded, as a ford ran across it. But he liked this end of the lane. It was overhung by many trees, like a tunnel. It was earthy and natural.

  He was pulled out of his reverie by two headlights which were coming towards him. At first he thought it was a car, but as they came closer he realised it was in fact two bikers riding side by side. He pulled to one side of the narrow lane to let them file past and they slowed and stared at him, unsmiling.

  Two large Hells Angels type guys riding heavily customised Dyna Glides, the classic and beautiful Harley Hogs...

  He watched them pass in awe and turned to sneak a look at their colours. He didn't know that much about Hells Angels, but he knew about the vests they were wearing. Unfortunately it was way too dark to make out their chapter although he could see the 'death's head' logo in the centre of their backs pretty clearly. But suddenly, that didn't bother him any more. What did, was the fact that they'd turned around, and were now coming up behind him. He put his foot down, and raced off. It was literally one minute to home. But his heart started pounding when he realised his escape route ahead was blocked. Three more headlights were bearing down on him and behind that some more. No doubt the rest of this gang.

  He felt threatened. Very much so.

  He was surrounded and he stopped and waited. Not that he could do much else. They gathered around him silently. None of them were wearing helmets, but that was quite common with the Angels, they were rebellious by nature. Their own laws applied more than those of the government. There were eight of them, all so powerful looking. Four men and four women sitting on serious bike power, BMWs, Hondas, Harleys... the best crotch rockets you could buy, by the looks of it. They pinned him within a tight semi circle and turned off their engines. Their lights remained on and he sat in the bright pool of light it created. He took off his helmet and hung its strap on his handlebar.

  “Hi guys, can I help you?” he asked in a croaky voice, trying to hide his rising panic and fear.

  “Maybe you can, that depends...” one of them said in a deep growling voice. Kyle shuddered as he looked at the owner of the voice. Intuition told him this was not the kind of guy you mess with. He was a mean looking bastard of the highest order, with dark, deep-set eyes, heavy brows, and long jet black hair hanging loose around his shoulders. And boy was he built. 'Muscular' didn't do him justice. He had the word 'wild' tattooed on his bare forearm in large letters.

  “Yeah, right...” Kyle ventured to reply. He had no idea what the guy was talking about, he just wanted them out of his way so he could go home. But he could see that wasn't gonna happen any time soon, as one of them had just got off his bike and had lit up a cigarette, walking away from the gang.

  The mean looking 'wild' guy crossed his arms and pursed his lips, looking him over slowly like a piece of meat. Then he examined his bike too, his eyes flickering across it briefly, dismissing his lower ranked horsepower as crap, very obviously. The hair stood up on Kyle's neck. Like it had before when he'd seen the wolves. At this precise moment he wasn't sure who he'd rather be facing in this dark lane.

  “I guess you'll do,” he added cryptically, scratching at his stubbly chin. “Roxy, you sure about him, babe?” he asked, turning to look at one of the women.

  “I'm lookin' and I'm lovin', Tank.”

  Kyle stared at Roxy in confusion.

  What the fuck was going on? Despite his growing apprehension that whatever was about to go down here wasn't gonna be good, he couldn't fail to notice one very positive thing.

  Roxy was the hottest little Hells Angel he'd ever laid eyes on.

  Her long light brown hair hung in shimmery waves in the reflected light. Her face was pale, high cheek-boned with thick dark lashes fringing her pretty big eyes. Dark coloured lipstick and a big looped cross strung around her neck gave her the look of a Goth. She was scantily dressed, displaying a lot of skin and cleavage in black shorts and her sleeveless, buttoned up denim Angels vest. She sat proudly on her bike, her slender thighs holding it upright with ease. She was obviously stronger than she looked.

  She kicked the stand down and got off her bike with a high kick and strutted the few steps to his side in her chunky high heeled biker boots, her hips swaying sexily.

  “Nice bike you have there, real neat. What's your name, babe?” she asked sweetly with a stunning smile and a flash of her gorgeous dark eyes.

  “Kyle Brandon. I live just up the road there, at Brandon Manor,” he added, pointing. As if by saying that it would somehow help his situation. Of course, it didn't. It did however seem to be amusing in some way, as they all sniggered. Very unpleasantly.

  “Kyle, yeah, I kinda like that. Kyle, mmmm... sexy...” she mused, her eyes flitting over him in open admiration as she licked her lips.

  “And you are Roxy who...?” he asked, desperately trying to keep the conversation going. Talking meant nothing violent was imminent.

  “Just Roxy...” she replied, staring into his eyes.

  “Right...” Of course she wasn't going to give him her surname, was she? He doubted Roxy was her real name either.

  “Come on Roxy darlin', get on with it, I'm hungry,” one of the others piped up in a gravelly low voice. Kyle’s eyes flitted to him and back to her.

  “Oh shut up Mutt, give me a moment. I'm getting 'round to it...” she snapped.

  Getting 'round to what?

  He didn't like the sound of it, no matter what 'it' was.

  But he soon found out.

  “I've got a thing for you … Kyle. A big thing... You lucky boy.”

  To his astonishment, she grabbed his short hair in a vice like grip and yanked his head towards hers. She began kissing him, fiercely.

  “Get off me…!” he spluttered against her mouth.

  He struggled and tried to pull away, completely shocked, but she was so amazingly strong he couldn't move. He gave up struggling and let her do it, trying not to think. Her tongue forced its way inside his mouth. To his horror he began to get aroused by her insistent, dominant kiss. She licked at his tongue and nipped at his lip, forcing him to play with her. The next moment he couldn't hold back any more and let rip, responding like a madman, devouring her taste and breathing her in. His heartbeat was off the scale with nervous sexual excitement.

  What the fuck was the matter with him?

  He'd only just dropped Mel off after their wild evening together and here he was getting a hard-on with a complete stranger in a dark lane, in full view of a bunch of weirdo bikers.

  He didn't seem to be able to control himself. She had an erotic, mind blowing influence on him that he couldn't ignore.

  Her lips left his and travelled down to his neck, licking and nibbling. She sighed and leaned against him, shivering wildly, her free hand suddenly grabbed the bulge in his jeans, massaging it with her fingertips. He was beyond caring anymore. If she was intent on having public sex with him, here and now, what the hell could he do?

  A strange creaking snuffling sound arose from her mouth. An inhuman groan followed. He jerked his head sideways in horror and his eyes caught the nightmare
vision that made his heart stop beating in a second.

  Her face was deformed, and continuing to deform even more, her nose reforming itself into a snout like protrusion. Her eyes were glowing with an amber hue, and she had large teeth emerging, massive canines in fact, and they were growing larger as he watched.

  He knew he wasn't dreaming this, and with a deadly chill he now knew exactly what and who they were. They were the wolves in his house. This was the pack. Although his logical mind had a problem accepting it, he couldn't deny it was happening. The wolves' human-like characteristics now made sense. The odd, guttural noises they made outside the study door. The turning of the door handle, opening doors to let themselves in and out of his house. No wolf could do that. Only people could, people who could change form, like she was doing now. These people were werewolves. That, until now, very fictional story, was suddenly far too real.

  He began to struggle, a desperate struggle for his life. He tried yanking his head away, but she had his hair in an iron grip. He put his hands up between them and pushed her with all his worth but she wouldn't budge. He clawed at her, but she grabbed him by the throat, choking him quickly. She dragged him off his bike and down onto the road as his treasured Harley crashed to the ground behind him with a horrendous clatter. Then she sat astride him, pinning him down with ease, her monstrous face inches from his as he continued to struggle pointlessly. Finally, exhausted, he surrendered, and lay beneath her at her mercy, wide eyed and terrified as the sound of the gangs’ laughter echoed eerily around them.

  “Stop playing with him, girl...” Tank said loudly.

  “Fuck no... Please?” he begged her, mentally preparing for her to rip out his throat. He didn't understand why she wanted to kill him so much, or why she'd aroused him like this beforehand. But did there need to be any sense to it? He was going to die any second, horribly. What did it matter why?

  He shut his eyes and waited for death. But she closed her jaws gently, slowly sinking her newly formed fangs into the curve of his shoulder and neck. He grunted in dire agony, his eyes watering as she bit him, and he felt the pressure of his skin splitting apart beneath her teeth. His head spun in shock.