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 wolf hybrid nature was a curse tonight, his body burning with an insatiable heat that clawed at his insides. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles tense, every nerve screaming for release. He was a mess—needy, pathetic, and in agonizing pain. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, probably buried under a mountain of paperwork at that soul-sucking office job. But he couldn’t wait. He needed her. Now.

Grabbing his phone with trembling hands, he dialed her number, his voice a low, desperate growl when she picked up. 'Lila, babe, I’m losing it here. This heat—it’s killing me. I need you. Please.'

On the other end, Lila’s sharp tone cut through the static, a smirk evident in her voice. 'Oh, poor puppy, whining already? I’m in the middle of a deadline, Mattheo. Can’t you handle yourself for a few more hours?'

He groaned, collapsing onto the bed, the sheets already damp with his sweat. 'No, I can’t. It’s like my blood’s on fire. I’m hard as hell, and it hurts. I’m begging you, Lila. Get over here.'

She laughed, a wicked, teasing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Begging, huh? That’s a new low, even for you. Fine, wolf boy. You’re lucky I’m bored out of my mind here. I’m quitting this shitty job right now. Be there in twenty. Don’t touch yourself until I get there—I want you desperate.'

'Lila, you’re cruel,' he panted, his voice thick with need. 'Hurry. I’m dying.'

'Oh, you’ll live. And when I get there, I’m gonna make you howl louder than the moon itself,' she shot back before hanging up.

Mattheo dropped the phone, his head falling back against the pillow as he fought the urge to relieve himself. Every second felt like an eternity, his cock throbbing painfully, his mind consumed with images of Lila—her fierce eyes, her commanding presence, the way she took control without hesitation. She wasn’t just his girlfriend; she was his alpha in every way that mattered.

True to her word, twenty minutes later, the door slammed open, and Lila strode in, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder, her dark hair wild from the ride over. Her eyes locked on him, taking in his disheveled state—shirtless, sweating, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. 'Damn, you weren’t kidding. You look like a horny mess,' she said, her lips curling into a predatory grin.

'Less talking, more helping,' he growled, sitting up, his eyes pleading but his tone sharp. 'I’m in pain here, woman.'

She tossed her jacket aside, sauntering over to the bed with a sway in her hips that made his mouth go dry. 'Pain, huh? Looks like you’re just dying to get that cock of yours taken care of. But I’m not here to play nurse, Mattheo. I’m here to make you work for it.' She straddled his lap, her hands pinning his wrists above his head, her breath hot against his ear. 'You’re gonna beg me properly before I even think about touching you.'

His hips bucked involuntarily, a whine escaping his throat as her weight pressed against his aching hardness. 'Lila, please. I’m already a wreck. Don’t tease me.'

'Tease? Oh, honey, I haven’t even started,' she purred, her lips brushing his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. She ground against him deliberately, her voice dripping with control. 'I can feel how hard you are. Bet you’re dripping already, aren’t you? So pathetic, but so fucking hot.'

Mattheo’s hands strained against her grip, his body trembling with need. 'You’re evil. Just—fuck, Lila, I need you. I need to be inside you. Now.'

She chuckled, releasing his wrists only to drag her nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake. 'Oh, you’ll get there. But first, I’m gonna make sure you’re good and ready. I want you panting, sweating, and completely at my mercy.' Her hand slid lower, teasing the waistband of his pants, her eyes glinting with mischief. 'Let’s see how long you can last before you’re begging for my pussy.'

His breath hitched, the room suddenly too hot, too small, as she popped the button on his jeans with a flick of her wrist. The promise of her touch, her heat, was driving him to the edge—and they’d only just begun.