**Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild**
Mattheo paced the dimly lit room, his wolf-hybrid instincts clawing at his insides. The heat was unbearable, a primal fire coursing through his veins, making every muscle tense and every thought a haze of desperate need. His sharp, amber eyes darted to the clock—hours until Lila would be home. He couldn’t wait. The ache was too much, a gnawing pain that left him trembling. With a shaky hand, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number, his breath ragged.
'Lila, babe, I—I need you,' he stammered, his voice a low growl, laced with raw desperation. 'This heat... it’s killing me. I’m alone, and I can’t—fuck, I can’t think straight.'
On the other end, Lila leaned against her desk at the dreary office, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she heard the pain in his voice. She was a force of nature herself—unyielding, fierce, and not one to be trifled with. Her lips curled into a smirk, though her heart raced at the thought of him in such a state. 'Oh, poor puppy, whining already?' she teased, her tone dripping with playful mockery. 'Can’t handle a little heat without me there to cool you off?'
'Lila, I’m serious,' Mattheo groaned, collapsing onto the bed, his claws digging into the sheets. 'It hurts. I’m so fucking hard it’s torture. I need you here. Now.'
She let out a sharp laugh, already grabbing her bag and tossing her resignation letter onto her boss’s desk with a satisfying thud. 'Fine, you needy little beast. I’m quitting this soul-sucking job anyway. Be there in twenty. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get there—save all that pent-up mess for me.' Her voice dropped, sultry and commanding. 'Understood?'
Mattheo whimpered, a pathetic sound that made her grin wider. 'Yes, ma’am,' he muttered, his body trembling with anticipation. 'Hurry.'
When Lila burst through the door, the air was thick with his scent—musky, wild, and intoxicating. Mattheo was a mess, sprawled on the bed, his shirt half-torn, chest heaving as he panted. His eyes locked onto her, pupils dilated with raw, animalistic hunger. 'Fuck, Lila, you took forever,' he growled, though his voice cracked with need.
She strutted over, shedding her jacket with a deliberate slowness that made him squirm. 'Patience, pup. I’m here now, aren’t I?' She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her strong thighs pinning him down as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. 'Look at you, sweating and desperate. So damn horny you can’t even sit still. Bet you’re dripping already, aren’t you?'
Mattheo’s hands gripped her waist, his claws lightly grazing her skin as he bucked beneath her. 'Lila, please,' he begged, his voice a pitiful whine. 'I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I need—'
'Shh,' she cut him off, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasingly slow. 'I know what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you—but on my terms.' Her eyes gleamed with wicked intent as she ground against him, feeling the heat of his cock through his jeans. 'You’re gonna beg for this pussy, aren’t you? Tell me how bad you want it.'
His head tipped back, a low moan escaping his lips as he writhed under her control. 'I want it so bad, Lila. I’m dying for it. Please, just—fuck, let me feel you.'
She chuckled, dark and dangerous, her hand slipping lower, teasing the waistband of his jeans. 'That’s a good boy. Let’s see how long you can last before you’re panting and coming undone for me.' Her lips crashed into his, hungry and fierce, as the room filled with the promise of an explosive release just moments away.
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