Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced the dimly lit room, his hybrid nature clawing at his insides. The heat of his wolf blood surged through him, a primal ache that left him trembling, needy, and utterly pathetic in his solitude. His room smelled of musk and desperation, the full moon outside casting silver streaks through the blinds. He couldn’t take it anymore—every nerve screamed for her touch, her scent, her fire. With shaking hands, he grabbed his phone and dialed Lila, his girlfriend, his anchor.
‘Babe, I—I can’t do this alone,’ he rasped, voice thick with pain and longing. ‘It’s too much. I’m burning up. Please, I need you.’
On the other end, Lila leaned against her desk at the dead-end office job she loathed, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she heard the raw edge in his plea. She smirked, her voice a low, teasing purr. ‘Oh, poor little wolf, whining for me already? What’s the matter, can’t handle a little heat without me there to cool you down?’
Mattheo groaned, clutching the phone tighter. ‘Lila, I’m serious. It hurts. I’m a mess. I’m—fuck, I’m so hard it’s killing me. Get over here. Now.’
She laughed, a wicked, knowing sound that sent a shiver down his spine even through the line. ‘Demanding, aren’t we? Fine, pup. You’re lucky I’m bored out of my mind here. Consider this my resignation—I’m done with this soul-sucking place. I’m coming to tame your sorry ass.’
‘Hurry,’ he growled, the wolf in him pacing restlessly beneath his skin. ‘I’m not gonna last.’
‘Oh, you’ll last,’ she shot back, already grabbing her bag and striding out of the office with a middle finger to her stunned boss. ‘I’ll make damn sure of it. Don’t you dare touch yourself before I get there. That cock is mine to play with.’
Thirty minutes later, the door slammed open, and Lila stormed in like a hurricane, her dark hair wild and her leather jacket slung over one shoulder. She was a vision of power, her presence filling the room as her eyes locked on Mattheo, slumped against the bed, sweating and panting. His shirt was half-torn, revealing the taut, glistening muscles of his chest, and his eyes glowed with feral need.
‘Look at you,’ she taunted, kicking the door shut behind her. ‘A big, bad wolf reduced to a whimpering pup. Pathetic.’ She sauntered over, hips swaying with deliberate menace, and leaned down to grip his chin, forcing his gaze up to hers. ‘You gonna beg for me, Mattheo? Or do I have to make you?’
He bared his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat, but the desperation in his voice betrayed him. ‘Lila, I’m fucking dying here. I’m so horny I can’t think straight. Just—please.’
Her smirk widened as she straddled his lap, feeling the heat radiating from him, the hard bulge in his jeans pressing insistently against her. ‘Oh, I can feel that,’ she murmured, grinding down just enough to make him gasp. ‘You’re dripping with need, aren’t you? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about my pussy all day, haven’t you?’
‘Every damn second,’ he admitted through gritted teeth, hands gripping her hips like a lifeline. ‘I want to bury myself in you. I want—fuck, I need to taste you.’
She tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Taste me? Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna do more than that. But first…’ She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as her hand slid down to palm him through his jeans, feeling him twitch under her touch. ‘I’m gonna make you squirm until you’re begging for every inch of me.’
Mattheo’s head fell back, a tortured moan escaping him as her fingers teased, her breath hot against his neck. The heat between them was electric, a storm building with every sharp word and daring touch. She was in control, and he was at her mercy—but the night was just beginning, and the wolf in him was ready to unleash.
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