Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced his dimly lit room, the full moon casting silver streaks through the blinds, igniting every primal nerve in his wolf-hybrid body. His skin burned, muscles tensed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest as the heat coursed through him, relentless and maddening. He was a mess—needy, pathetic, and in agonizing pain without her. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, probably buried in spreadsheets or fending off her sleazy boss’s advances. He couldn’t wait. He needed her now.
Grabbing his phone with trembling hands, he dialed her number, his voice a desperate rasp when she picked up. 'Lila, babe, I’m losing it. This heat—it’s tearing me apart. I need you. Please, get over here.'
On the other end, Lila’s sharp tone cut through the static, a smirk evident in her voice. 'Oh, poor little wolf, can’t handle a bit of moon fever without me? I’m in the middle of a damn meeting, Mattheo. You think I can just drop everything for your horny ass?'
His growl deepened, a mix of frustration and raw desire. 'I’m not playing, Lila. It hurts. I’m hard as hell, and I can’t think straight. I’m begging you.'
She laughed, a wicked, teasing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Begging, huh? That’s a new low, even for you. Fine, pup. You’re lucky I’m bored out of my mind here. I’m quitting this shitty job anyway. Be there in twenty. Don’t touch yourself ‘til I get there—I want you desperate.'
Mattheo groaned, collapsing onto the bed, his cock throbbing painfully against his jeans. 'Hurry. I’m a fucking wreck.'
'Oh, I know you are,' she purred, her voice dripping with control. 'And I’m gonna enjoy every second of making you squirm. See you soon, wolf boy.'
The line went dead, and Mattheo’s head fell back, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to relieve himself. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body aching for her touch, her scent, her everything. Lila wasn’t just his girlfriend—she was his alpha in every way that mattered, a fierce woman who didn’t take shit from anyone, least of all him. And damn, did he crave her dominance right now.
Twenty minutes felt like an eternity, but finally, the door slammed open, and there she was—Lila, all fire and confidence, her dark hair tousled from the rush, her eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that matched his own. She tossed her bag aside, her lips curling into a smirk as she took in his pitiful state—sprawled on the bed, panting, his eyes wild with need.
'Look at you,' she taunted, sauntering over, her hips swaying with purpose. 'A big, bad wolf reduced to a whimpering mess. Pathetic.'
Mattheo’s voice cracked as he sat up, reaching for her. 'Lila, please. I’m dying here. I need—'
She slapped his hand away, her gaze piercing. 'You don’t get to touch until I say so. I quit my job for this, so you’re gonna make it worth my while. Strip. Now.'
His hands fumbled with his shirt, tearing it off as she watched, her eyes raking over his sweating, muscular frame. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing, torturing. 'You’re so damn hard already,' she murmured, her voice a sultry blade. 'Bet you’ve been thinking about my pussy all day, haven’t you?'
'Fuck, yes,' he gasped, his hips bucking as her hand hovered just above his straining cock. 'Lila, I’m gonna lose it if you don’t—'
'Shh,' she cut him off, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot. 'I’m in charge, pup. And I’m gonna ride you ‘til you can’t see straight. But first, I want you begging for it.'
Her words sent a jolt through him, his body trembling as she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips, her heat so close yet so far. He could feel her wetness through her thin leggings, and it drove him wild, his hands gripping the sheets to keep from grabbing her. She leaned down, her lips hovering over his, a wicked grin playing on her face. 'Say it, Mattheo. Tell me how bad you want me.'
'I want you so fucking bad,' he growled, his voice raw. 'I need to be inside you. I’m dripping for you, Lila. Please.'
Her laugh was pure sin as she ground against him, the friction nearly sending him over the edge. 'Good boy,' she whispered, her hands sliding down to undo his jeans. 'Let’s see how long you last.'
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