Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) by Jessie M Page B

arrival to the head of customer services at Quadweb, when it struck.
    A pain so intense, he cried out in agony.
    He put out his hand and grabbed the side of the desk, dragging himself up and over to his bed yet again. He seemed to hurt everywhere. It was as if his whole body was bulging inside, being pulled and squeezed and reshaped somehow.
    What the fuck?... Oh no... Was this it? Am I turning?
    He couldn't think what else could possibly hurt this bad.
    He lay there as his entire being pulsed with spasms of pain, waves of heat engulfing him, as he watched and waited for something horrific to emerge.
    Hair, claws, some changes in his limbs...?
    But no... Nothing... Just pain and more pain. Pure torture.
    One massive surge of agonising proportions hit him hard inside his chest, around his heart, and his brain shut him down. He fell into the beckoning abyss of blackness gratefully.
     
    His eyes flickered open and he took in the afternoon light streaming in through the window.
    And he felt oddly serene.
    Turning over, onto his back, he lifted his arms, stretching himself. He picked up his phone from the bedside table, turned it on, and looked at the time. It was three thirty in the afternoon.  Several messages came in, amongst them, one from Mel, and one from Anya. He flicked through and answered Mel briefly, saying he was still sick, and sent Anya a quick reply, and that he'd speak to them both tomorrow.
    He sat up, suddenly aware, things were feeling different somehow. His whole body. He'd thought himself to be fairly muscular before, but what he was now was a very different him, judging by the size of his arms. He got up from the bed slowly. A touch light headed for a moment, and made his way over to the wardrobe.
    He opened it and stood looking at himself in the mirror, his chest heaving with excitement. His face caught his initial attention and he examined it in detail. His eyes were brighter, his lashes and brows thicker. A dark shade of stubble had sprung up heavily around his jaw, making him look older, more manly, obliterating the boyish look he had before. He couldn't be sure, but his hair appeared to be longer too, by a half inch, maybe. His gaze dropped to his arm muscles. They were so much bigger. He rubbed his hands up and down them, feeling the strong, hard and satisfying bulge of his biceps and triceps. He remembered the Hells Angels men, and how powerful and well-built they all were. This must be a side effect of being bitten, he realised with a start. He pulled off his t-shirt and gazed at his newly reformed upper body with a sense of wonder. He had to admit, there were distinct advantages to being a werewolf. His whole muscular structure had been ramped up all over. His abs were well defined before, but now they were to die for. He dropped his track-pants to look at his thighs. They too were a lot bigger. He did a squat with ease. And then another five. He felt so strong, all over, which was amazing considering he'd spent the last six hours or so either emptying his guts or rolling around in agony. His heart thumped hard as he looked down the front of his boxers.
    Christ almighty...!
    His dick was definitely bigger too.
    He was more than pleased about that muscular development. Who wouldn't be?
    More than pleased all round.
    If and when he saw that crazy were-bitch Roxy, who did this to him, he might even thank her for this part of it, maybe...
    He actually smiled a big happy grin. Despite the whole sad and sorry, horrific situation he was in. You needed to take your pleasure where you could find it, in your darkest hours, he told himself. Thinking positively helped you cope.
    He wanted to test himself out, the new and improved strength and endurance that he instinctively knew he now possessed. Perhaps he could try a gentle workout and then go for a short run. He didn't want to do too much, as he was running on empty. A can of coke was all that was fuelling him right now. His stomach growled in reaction to