Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced the dimly lit room, his wolfish instincts clawing at his insides. The heat was unbearable, a primal fire coursing through his veins, making every muscle in his body tense with raw, aching need. His sharp canines bit into his lower lip as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He was alone, trapped in this torment, his girlfriend Lila miles away at her soul-sucking office job. He couldn’t take it anymore. With trembling hands, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number, his voice a desperate rasp when she picked up.
'Lila, babe, I’m losing it over here,' he groaned, his tone pitiful, almost a whimper. 'This heat… it’s killing me. I need you. Now.'
On the other end, Lila leaned back in her creaky office chair, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she smirked into the receiver. 'Oh, poor little wolf boy, crying for his mate?' she teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery. 'What’s the matter, can’t handle a little fire in your blood without me there to put it out?'
Mattheo’s growl deepened, his frustration palpable. 'Don’t play with me, Lila. I’m not in the mood for games. It hurts, okay? I’m a mess. Please… just come over.'
Lila tapped a pen against her desk, her mind already made up. She wasn’t some damsel to swoop in at a man’s beck and call, but damn if his needy voice didn’t stir something in her. Besides, she was done with this dead-end job anyway. 'Fine, you pathetic pup,' she sighed dramatically, already grabbing her bag. 'I’m quitting this hellhole right now. You better be ready to make this worth my while.'
She didn’t even wait for a response before hanging up, striding out of the office with her head high, leaving a stunned boss in her wake. Lila was no pushover—she was a force, a woman who took what she wanted, and right now, she wanted to see just how desperate her hybrid lover could get.
Thirty minutes later, the door to Mattheo’s apartment flew open, and there she was, all fierce energy and wicked intent. Her dark hair was slightly mussed from the rush over, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder as she eyed him up and down. Mattheo was a sight—shirtless, sweating, his muscular frame taut with tension, his amber eyes wild with hunger as he practically panted at the sight of her.
'Well, damn,' Lila drawled, kicking the door shut behind her with a smirk. 'You look like a horny mutt who’s been caged too long. Should I throw you a bone, or are you gonna beg for it first?'
Mattheo’s lips curled into a weak snarl, though the pain in his expression was undeniable. 'Lila, I’m not kidding. I’m so hard it hurts. I can’t think straight. Just… help me.'
She sauntered over, her hips swaying with deliberate tease, and tilted his chin up to meet her gaze. 'Oh, I’ll help you, pup, but on my terms. You think I’m gonna let you whine and get your way without earning it?' Her fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the rapid thud of his heart. 'I want to see just how bad you need this.'
His breath hitched as her touch sent a jolt through him, his hands instinctively reaching for her waist. 'Lila, please,' he begged, voice raw. 'I’m dripping with need here. I can’t wait any longer.'
Her smirk widened as she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips with a predatory grace. 'Good boy,' she purred, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his jeans, feeling the heat radiating from him. 'Let’s see how long you last before you’re howling for me.'
Their eyes locked, the air thick with tension, as her fingers deftly worked the button of his jeans, the promise of release so close he could taste it. His cock strained against the fabric, and she knew she had him exactly where she wanted—needy, desperate, and completely at her mercy. But this was just the beginning, and Lila was far from done playing with her wolf.
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