Chapter 1: Return to the Beast
The moment I stepped through the creaky door of our old cabin, the air hit me like a wall of raw, primal need. I’d been gone a month, leaving my boyfriend—my towering, fur-covered werewolf lover, Rykar—in the hands of a babysitter who clearly underestimated the beast she was dealing with. Now, I was back early, thanks to her frantic call about Rykar snapping at her. She’d bolted, and I couldn’t leave my pup alone. Not during his mating season.
The cabin smelled of pine, musk, and something feral that made my skin prickle. Rykar loomed in the corner, over two meters of raw power, his amber eyes glowing with a hunger that wasn’t just for food. His fur was a wild mess, his claws clicking on the hardwood as he stalked closer. I dropped my bag, crossing my arms, trying to look stern despite the heat pooling in my core.
‘Missed me, did you, pup?’ I teased, my voice sharp as a blade. ‘Or did you just enjoy terrorizing poor Lila?’
Rykar’s growl was low, vibrating through the room as he closed the distance. ‘She wasn’t you,’ he rumbled, his voice a gravelly snarl that sent shivers down my spine. ‘Tried to cage me. Hid your scent. I needed *you*.’
I smirked, stepping back just out of reach. ‘Oh, so you’re saying you’re a big bad wolf who can’t handle a little discipline? I told her to keep you in line.’
His massive paw-like hand shot out, gripping my waist with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch. ‘Discipline?’ he snarled, pulling me against his hard, furred chest. ‘I don’t need her rules. I need *this*.’ His snout dipped, nuzzling into my neck, hot breath fanning over my skin as his tongue flicked out, tasting me. ‘Your skin. Your heat. Been aching for you, woman.’
I tilted my head back, letting him mark me with his scent, but I wasn’t about to let him off easy. ‘You bit her, Rykar. Bit her! What the hell were you thinking?’
He chuckled, a dark, feral sound, as his claws traced down my spine, sending electric sparks through me. ‘Wasn’t thinking. Was *feeling*. Lonely. Horny as fuck. She didn’t get it. Kept shoving those damn heat pills at me. Tasted like shit.’
I laughed, sharp and biting, even as my body betrayed me, pressing closer to his heat. ‘You’re such a drama queen. She was following orders. My orders.’
His eyes flashed, and in one swift move, he had me pinned against the wall, his massive frame caging me in. ‘Your orders suck,’ he growled, his voice dripping with raw need. ‘I don’t want pills. I want you. Want to bury myself in you, day and night. Breed you. Keep you.’
My pulse raced, my hands sliding up his furred chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. ‘Oh, you think you can just growl and get your way?’ I shot back, my voice laced with challenge. ‘I’m not some damsel to be claimed, pup. You’ve got explaining to do.’
But Rykar wasn’t listening. His snout was at my throat, teeth grazing as his massive hands roamed, pulling at my clothes with barely restrained urgency. ‘Explain later,’ he grunted, his cock already hard and pressing against me through the thin fabric of my jeans. ‘Need you now. Wet for me already, aren’t you?’
I couldn’t deny it, the ache between my thighs growing as his scent enveloped me. ‘Cocky bastard,’ I hissed, but my hands were already tugging at his fur, pulling him closer. ‘Fine. But you’re answering every damn question after.’
His growl was triumphant as he tore my shirt away, his rough tongue lapping at my collarbone. ‘Deal,’ he snarled, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. ‘Gonna fuck you so hard you forget why you left.’
My breath came in sharp pants as he ground against me, the promise of his thick, throbbing cock making my pussy clench with anticipation. I was dripping for him, and he knew it. The room spun as he carried me toward the bed, his claws digging into my ass, and I knew this was just the beginning of a long, wild night.
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