Lunar Cravings

**Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild**

Mattheo paced his dimly lit room, the full moon casting silver streaks through the blinds. His body ached, a primal heat coursing through his veins, making every muscle tense with raw, untamed need. Being a wolf hybrid meant these urges hit hard—harder than any human could fathom. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his mind fixated on one thing: her. Lila. His fierce, unapologetic girlfriend who could match his wildness with a fire of her own.

He grabbed his phone with trembling hands, claws barely retracted, and dialed her number. The line rang once, twice, before her sharp, no-nonsense voice cut through. 'What is it, Mattheo? I’m swamped at work.'

'Lila, I—I can’t do this alone,' he growled, voice thick with desperation. 'I’m in heat. It’s bad. I need you. Now.'

There was a pause, a heavy silence that made his heart pound louder. Then, a low chuckle from her end, dripping with mischief. 'Oh, poor little wolf, whining for me already? You’re pathetic, you know that? But damn if it doesn’t turn me on.'

'Lila, please,' he begged, pacing again, his body burning. 'I’m in pain here. I can’t think straight. All I can smell is you, even from miles away.'

'Fine,' she snapped, her tone all business but laced with a dangerous edge. 'You’re lucky I’m bored of this soul-sucking job anyway. I’m quitting. Be there in twenty. Don’t you dare touch yourself before I get there, got it? I want you desperate and dripping for me.'

Mattheo groaned, the command sending a shiver down his spine. 'Hurry. I’m losing it.'

'Oh, I’ll make it worth the wait, pup,' she teased, her voice a sultry promise before the line clicked dead.

The minutes dragged like hours. Mattheo’s skin was slick with sweat, his cock already hard and throbbing, straining against his jeans. He clawed at the sheets, trying to distract himself, but every thought circled back to Lila—her sharp tongue, her commanding presence, the way she’d take control and make him beg for more. He was a mess, a needy, pathetic mess, and he knew she’d revel in it.

Finally, the door slammed open, and there she was. Lila stood in the doorway, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder, dark hair tousled, and a smirk that could kill. Her eyes raked over him, taking in his disheveled state, the way his chest heaved with every panting breath. 'Look at you,' she purred, stepping closer, her boots clicking on the hardwood. 'All hot and horny, just waiting for me to put you out of your misery.'

'Lila, I’m dying here,' he rasped, stepping toward her, but she held up a hand, stopping him cold.

'Not so fast, wolf boy. You don’t get to touch until I say so.' She shed her jacket, revealing a tight black tank that hugged every curve, her confidence radiating like heat. 'You think I rushed over here just to let you pounce? Nah, I’m gonna make you work for it.'

His growl was low, feral, but he stayed put, knowing she meant every word. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with purpose, and pushed him back onto the bed with a single, firm shove. 'Look at this mess,' she taunted, eyeing the bulge in his jeans. 'You’re already so hard for me, aren’t you? Bet you’re wet too, leaking just thinking about my pussy.'

'Lila, fuck, stop teasing,' he pleaded, hands gripping the sheets, claws tearing into the fabric. 'I need you. I can’t—'

'Oh, you’ll get me,' she cut in, climbing onto the bed, straddling his thighs but keeping just enough distance to drive him mad. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, then down his chest, her touch electric. 'But first, I want to hear you beg. Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you need to feel me, dripping and ready, taking every inch of that desperate cock.'

Mattheo’s head fell back, a tortured moan escaping him as her words stoked the fire in his blood. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, and whispered, 'I’m gonna ride you until you can’t think straight, until you’re sweating and panting beneath me. But not yet.' Her hand slid lower, brushing over his straining hardness, and he nearly came undone right there.

'Lila, please,' he gasped, voice breaking. 'I’m yours. Just—fuck, take me.'

Her laugh was wicked, her eyes gleaming with power as she finally pressed herself against him, the heat of her body a promise of the explosion to come. 'Good boy,' she murmured, lips hovering over his. 'Now, let’s see how long you last.'