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Fang rose above me in the dark, his pale torso gleaming in the moonlight as he gazed down at me with hunger reflecting out of his darkening eyes. His hair had grown out to shoulder length and fell in glossy black waves about his face as his scent wafted down to me. He smelled of pine and wind tinged with a slightly domesticated smell of vanilla and old spice. He smelled masculine – completely and gloriously masculine as he lowered his body towards my scantly clad one. I made a small squeak of approval as his lips began to travel the contours of my face. The squeak soon turned to a moan as his tongue flicked out to slide down my jaw line, tracing a long moist line from just below my ear to beneath my chin. And then he found my mouth.

His mouth was soft and moist as it moved against mine, asking me for something I wasn’t yet sure I was ready to give. With one flicker of impatience Fang lightly bit my lower lip, drawing a small amount of blood as I gasped in shock. Quickly, Fang took advantage of the opportunity and snuck his tongue into my awaiting mouth. His tongue was quick and slid about efficiently, tasting every crevice of my mouth before rubbing up against my own tongue, coaxing out another moan.

Carefully, Fang’s hands began to connect with my body, grasping my waist as he deepened the kiss, allowing me no passage of escape. His hands were calloused and cool on my heating flesh and he held me lightly, as if afraid to bruise me should he hold on too hard. Carefully, slowly, Fang’s hands slid up and under my sleep shirt, dragging it up and over my head as he broke our kiss for a mere millisecond. My flesh tingled as cold air rushed over it and shivered again as Fang lowered his heated torso against my own, pressing his lips against mine once again, as if he feared I’d disappear if he didn’t keep contact with me.

Fang’s hands, strong and gentle, ran up along my bare sides and rubbed my arms in an attempt to warm them up. After the gooseflesh upon my arms began to disappear Fang slowly moved his hand back down to my waist and beneath his stomach in order to untie the band that kept my sweatpants tightly over my body. His fingers worked smoothly, sending pleasurable thrills down my spine as his knuckles brushed against my sensitive flesh.

My stomach muscles clenched as I felt the ties come undone and I nearly moaned at the feeling of his fingers tugging at my waistline. When I felt his fingers slip under my waistband I pressed into the heat…

…And bolted upright in the bed (Fang must’ve carried me back after my little fainting spell… oops.). My body was dripping in sweat and I was panting as I looked around the room. It was pitch black and Fang was fast asleep, curled up on top of the blankets next to me. I wiped a hand across my brow in relief and turned to glance at the clock beside the bed. The red lights formed the numbers 5:36, early enough to be obnoxious, but late enough for me to get up.

Quietly I slid off the bed and hurried into the bathroom down the hall, taking a change of clothes with me as I went. I hurried into the bathroom and shut the door quickly, locking the door behind me. I dropped my clothes on top of the toilet cover and rushed over to the shower, not allowing any thoughts to enter my brain except for the need to wash off. The shower was on full blast in seconds and the water heated up quickly.

Hurriedly, I flipped on the overhead fan and stripped off my clothes, slipping in under criss-crossing streams of full-pressure water, letting the streams pound into my neck and shoulder, washing away the tension that had built up in my panicked flight from the bedroom. The water poured over my body, soothing me and lulling me into a sense of peace, forcing my guard down and allowing fresh thoughts to sneak into my mind.

Minutes passed and the caressing touches of the water turned to the feel of masculine hands within my mind, and the soft breeze offered by the flutter of the shower curtain turned to his breath along my neck, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. I moaned as I remembered the dream and the sound of my own voice brought me back from my little fantasy world, shocking me to no end. I froze and stumbled back against the far side of the shower, falling down onto the wet tile as my knees gave way.

I couldn’t believe what I’d been thinking and as I thought of everything that had been going on tears started to escape my eyes, running down my cheeks with the still pouring water. I curled up and hugged my legs close, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to block out all thought. I bit my lip and quivered as a breeze came fluttering in, freezing against my wet skin. My mind raced as I realized everything was going too well… and my new found dreams were just going to mess things up… not just for me, but for the entire flock. And possibly Ella and her mother as well.

Slowly, quietly, I curled into myself and lay down on the tile, closing my eyes as silent sobs shook my body. I felt as though I were turning into the Flock’s enemy – a hunter. I could almost feel the fur growing on my body and my snout lengthening as I remembered Eraser Max from the last time we’d been in a household for more than a week. I squeezed my eyes closed tighter and whimpered quietly as darkness began to creep in on me. The last thought passing through my head before I passed out being a simple, quiet thought. ‘What is wrong with me?’