Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced the dimly lit confines of his bedroom, the full moon casting eerie shadows through the blinds. His body ached, a primal heat coursing through his veins, making every muscle tense with raw, untamed need. As a wolf hybrid, this time of the month was pure torment—his instincts screamed for release, for connection, for *her*. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, probably buried under spreadsheets and coffee cups, oblivious to the feral storm brewing in him. He couldn’t take it anymore. With trembling hands, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.
'Lila, babe, I need you,' he rasped, his voice thick with desperation, almost a growl. 'It’s bad. I’m in heat, and I’m losing my damn mind here.'
On the other end, Lila’s sharp tone cut through the static. 'Mattheo, I’m in the middle of a deadline. You know I can’t just—'
'Please,' he interrupted, his voice cracking with a pathetic whine. 'I’m in pain, Lila. I can’t think straight. I’m begging you.'
There was a long pause, and he could almost hear her rolling her eyes. Then, a sigh. 'Fine. You’re lucky I’m a sucker for a needy wolf. I’m quitting this soul-sucking job right now. Be there in twenty. Don’t do anything stupid until I get there.'
Mattheo let out a shaky breath, collapsing onto the bed, his body already reacting to the thought of her. Lila wasn’t just anyone—she was a force of nature, a woman who took no shit and gave no quarter. She’d walk through that door and own him, and he craved it. His cock twitched at the thought, already hard and throbbing beneath his sweat-soaked boxers. He tried to calm himself, but the heat was relentless, a beast clawing at his insides.
True to her word, Lila burst through the door twenty minutes later, her dark hair wild from the rush, her eyes blazing with a mix of irritation and undeniable hunger. She dropped her bag with a thud, kicking off her heels as she strode toward him. 'Look at you, you pathetic mess,' she teased, her voice dripping with mock pity. 'Sweating and panting like a lost pup. You’re a wreck, Mattheo.'
'I’m dying here,' he groaned, sitting up, his eyes locked on her with feral intensity. 'I need you, Lila. I’m so fucking horny I can’t see straight.'
She smirked, crossing her arms, her gaze raking over his disheveled form. 'Oh, I can see that. You’re practically dripping with desperation. But let’s get one thing clear—I’m not here to coddle you. You want relief? You’re gonna have to earn it.'
His breath hitched as she stepped closer, her scent—a mix of jasmine and raw power—hitting him like a punch. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his, her voice a sultry whisper. 'Tell me, wolf boy, how bad do you want me? How bad do you need this pussy to put you out of your misery?'
'So fucking bad,' he growled, his hands itching to grab her, but he knew better. Lila was in control, always. 'I’m aching for you. Please, just—'
'Shh,' she cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips, her eyes glinting with wicked promise. 'I’ve got you. But we’re doing this my way.' She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips with a confidence that made his pulse race. He could feel the heat of her through her jeans, and it drove him wild, his cock straining painfully against the fabric trapping it. Her hands slid under his shirt, nails grazing his chest, sending shivers through his already fevered body.
'Lila,' he gasped, his voice a needy plea as she ground against him, teasing, torturing. 'I can’t wait. I’m gonna—'
'Not yet, pup,' she purred, her lips curling into a devilish grin as she leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. 'I’m just getting started.'
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