Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced his dimly lit room, the walls seeming to close in with every ragged breath he took. His wolf hybrid nature had him in the throes of heat, a primal urge clawing at his insides, leaving him aching and desperate. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles tense, as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He was a mess—needy, pathetic, and in excruciating pain without her. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, probably buried under a pile of spreadsheets, oblivious to the storm raging within him. He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his phone with trembling hands, he dialed her number.
“Lila, babe, I—I need you,” he rasped, voice thick with desperation as soon as she picked up. “It’s bad. I’m losing it over here.”
On the other end, Lila’s sharp tone cut through the static. “Mattheo, I’m in the middle of a damn meeting. What’s got you sounding like a kicked puppy?”
He groaned, clutching the phone tighter, his free hand raking through his dark, messy hair. “It’s heat, Lila. I’m burning up. I can’t think straight. Every inch of me is screaming for you. Please, just… get here.”
There was a pause, and he could almost hear her smirk through the line. “Oh, poor little wolf boy, can’t handle a little fire in his blood? Fine. I’ll be there. But you owe me big for this. I’m about to tell my boss to shove it.”
Mattheo’s breath hitched, a mix of relief and raw anticipation flooding him. “You’re quitting? For me?”
“Don’t get all mushy on me, furball,” she snapped, her voice dripping with sass. “I’m not doing this for your sad puppy eyes. I’m doing it because I know you’ll be a whimpering mess without me, and frankly, I’m not about to let some other bitch deal with your sorry ass. I’ll be there in twenty. Try not to claw the furniture apart before I arrive.”
The line went dead, and Mattheo dropped the phone, collapsing onto the bed. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending buzzing with need. He could already imagine her walking through that door—Lila, with her fierce green eyes and that wicked mouth of hers that could cut him down or build him up in the same breath. She wasn’t just his girlfriend; she was his anchor, his alpha in every way that mattered, even if he was the one with the fangs.
True to her word, the door slammed open twenty minutes later, and there she was. Lila stood in the doorway, her tailored blazer slung over one shoulder, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of the curves beneath. Her auburn hair was a wild cascade, and her gaze pinned him to the spot like prey. “Well, damn, you look like hell,” she said, striding in with a confidence that made his already racing heart pound harder. “Smell like it too. What’s that, eau de desperate wolf?”
Mattheo growled low, pushing himself up on his elbows, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over her. “Keep talking, Lila. See what happens when I can’t hold back anymore.”
She laughed, sharp and unapologetic, kicking off her heels as she approached the bed. “Oh, I’m counting on it, big bad wolf. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not here to coddle you. I’m here to take what I want, and you’re gonna give it to me. Understood?”
His breath came in short, panting bursts as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with a predatory grace. The heat of her body so close to his was maddening, and he could already feel himself growing hard beneath her, his cock straining against his jeans. “Lila, I’m dying here,” he whined, hands reaching for her, but she swatted them away with a smirk.
“Not yet, you’re not,” she teased, leaning down until her lips hovered just above his, her breath hot against his skin. “I want to see just how bad you’ve got it. Tell me, Mattheo, how horny are you right now? How much do you need this pussy?”
Her words sent a jolt straight through him, and he groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck, Lila, I’m losing my mind. I need you—wet, dripping, all over me. Please.”
She grinned, wicked and triumphant, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “That’s more like it. Let’s see if you can keep up, wolf boy.”
And with that, she crushed her lips against his, the kiss raw and hungry, a clash of teeth and tongue that promised an explosion of heat and sweat to come. His hands finally found her, gripping her ass as she ground against him, both of them already lost to the feral storm building between them.
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