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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.

Chapter 2
     
    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