Feral Heat: A Wolf's Craving

Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild

Mattheo paced his dimly lit room, the air thick with the musky scent of his own desperation. His wolf hybrid nature had him in the throes of heat, a primal urge clawing at his insides, leaving him aching and restless. His skin burned, muscles tense, as he gripped the edge of his bed, claws digging into the wood. He was a mess—needy, pathetic, and in pain. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, and the thought of her was the only thing keeping him from losing it completely. But waiting wasn’t an option anymore. He snatched his phone with trembling hands and dialed her number.

'Lila, babe, I—I can’t do this alone,' he growled into the phone, voice rough with raw need. 'I’m in heat. It’s bad. I need you. Now.'

On the other end, Lila sat at her desk, surrounded by the mundane hum of her office. Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned back in her chair, twirling a pen between her fingers. 'Oh, poor puppy, whining already? I’m in the middle of a shift, you know. You think I can just drop everything for your little... problem?'

Mattheo groaned, a sound that was half pain, half frustration. 'Lila, I’m not screwing around. It hurts. I’m hard as hell, and I can’t think straight. Please, I’m begging you.'

Her smirk widened, but there was a flicker of heat in her eyes. She loved hearing him like this, so raw and vulnerable, but she wasn’t about to let him off easy. 'Begging, huh? That’s cute. You think I’m gonna come running just because your cock’s throbbing? I’ve got bills to pay, mutt.'

'Lila, I’ll make it worth your while,' he panted, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. 'I’ll do anything. Just get over here before I tear this place apart.'

She laughed, a sharp, teasing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Anything, huh? Fine. But you owe me big time. I’m quitting this damn job right now, so you better be ready to make good on that promise.' She slammed her resignation letter onto her boss’s desk minutes later, not even waiting for a response before grabbing her bag and heading out. Lila wasn’t the type to be tamed or told what to do, but the thought of Mattheo, sweating and desperate, had her own pulse racing.

By the time she kicked open his door, the air in the room was electric. Mattheo was a sight—shirtless, hair wild, eyes glowing with feral intensity as he sat on the edge of the bed, fists clenched. 'Took you long enough,' he snarled, but there was no real bite in it, just pure, aching need.

Lila dropped her bag, crossing her arms with a wicked grin. 'Oh, shut it, wolf boy. I just walked out on a paycheck for you. Show some gratitude.' She stepped closer, her gaze raking over him, taking in the way his chest heaved, the bulge straining against his jeans. 'Damn, you weren’t kidding. You’re a mess.'

'Stop talking and help me,' he growled, reaching for her, but she swatted his hand away with a laugh.

'Patience, pup. I’m not here to be your little toy. You want relief? You’re gonna earn it.' She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips with a commanding air, her hands pinning his wrists above his head. 'Look at you, all horny and pathetic. Bet you’re dripping already, aren’t you?'

Mattheo’s breath hitched, his hips bucking instinctively beneath her. 'Lila, please—'

'Please, what?' she taunted, grinding down just enough to make him groan. 'You think I’m gonna let you off easy after dragging me out of work? Nah, I’m gonna make you beg for every damn touch.' Her voice was a purr now, laced with heat as she leaned down, lips brushing his ear. 'But don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of that hard little problem of yours... eventually.'

The tension between them snapped like a taut wire, and as her hands slid down his chest, nails grazing skin, Mattheo’s control shattered. The room was about to become a battlefield of raw, feral desire, and Lila was in charge—exactly how she liked it.