I don't think we'd ever spoken to each other before, but I had ofteneyed him up. He was really fit. Anyway, what was really strange isthat he came and sat in the seats across the gangway from me, when hecould have chosen anywhere elsewhere in this deserted carriage. Ismiled and he responded.`Really hot day, man. I'm fucked out' he said,and then lay back and closed his eyes. As the train pulled out, heseemed to doze. But after a minute or so I was amazed to see him startto stroke the front of his satin shorts, at first very gently and thenmore firmly and insistently. All the time he kepthis eyes closed. Then he lifted one of his legs up to rest on the benchseat, and I could see up the leg of his shorts. I caught my breath,because underneath his crutch-hugging shorts I could see that he waswearing a pair of brilliantly white nylon briefs. I began to rub myselfthrough the front of my jeans, and could feel the material of my bluejeans sliding over the front on my silk boxers. I. . a wolf prowling at the back of his mind. He felt it in the way it pushed him and now he knew what Kelly meant when she said the wolf in her wanted him. This other thing in his mind wanted her. It wanted to rut. It was pain and violence and absolute dominance. His hands suddenly twitched to grab Kelly by the back of her neck and throw her to the ground. A growl escaped his lips as it told him to force her on her hands and knees. To mate with her. To take the female and plant his seed in her so that he might father many strong pups. A voice laughing at him, at the way he was slowly taking his time. Wasting his time. It came hard and fast and took nearly every ounce of concentration to ignore it. "Kelly," David gasped. "Kelly, I need you. Now. I need it now. Badly. I'm sorry. I need you." The corners of Kelly's lips turned up slightly in what David could only guess was a grin. "Yes. Don't apologize. Yes. Please." When David tried to lay Kelly down on her back, she put her hand on his.
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