Lust of the Wolf

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Edge

The air in Tyler’s room was thick with unspoken tension, a heady mix of danger and desire that clung to my skin like a second layer. I barely noticed the opulent decor—the deep burgundy drapes, the massive four-poster bed carved from dark oak—because the moment Tyler’s pants hit the floor, my world narrowed to the sight of him. Hard, impossibly thick, and long enough to make my breath catch in my throat. I’d seen him before, but never like this. Never with that primal hunger in his eyes, his cock straining with raw, untamed need.

‘Holy hell,’ I muttered under my breath, my gaze locked on the glistening tip, already dripping with precum. A sane woman would run. A sane woman would remember that only a werewolf could handle something that size without breaking. But me? I’m not sane. Not when it comes to Tyler.

He stroked himself slowly, a wicked grin curling his lips as he watched me squirm on the edge of the bed. ‘Last chance to back out, Rhea,’ he taunted, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down my spine. ‘I’m not exactly built for fragile humans.’

I bit my lip, meeting his lust-darkened stare with a fire of my own. ‘Back out? Sweetheart, I’ve been chasing this for months. I’m not about to run now. Bring it on.’

Tyler’s grin widened, a predator’s smile that promised both pleasure and peril. ‘Good girl,’ he purred, climbing onto the bed with a grace that belied his massive frame. ‘I’ll try to be gentle… at first.’

‘Don’t you dare,’ I shot back, my voice sharp as a blade. ‘I’m not some damsel who needs coddling. I want all of you, Tyler. No holding back.’

His eyes flashed with something dangerous, something wild, as he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. ‘Careful what you wish for,’ he murmured, before his mouth crashed into mine, a kiss so hot and fierce it stole the air from my lungs. His tongue claimed me with ruthless precision, and I matched him stroke for stroke, my hands tangling in his hair.

Then I felt it—the teasing brush of his cock against my pussy, the tip slick and warm as it nudged my entrance. I broke the kiss with a loud moan, my head tipping back against the pillows. ‘Damn it, Ty, don’t play with me,’ I gasped, my hips arching toward him.

He captured my lips again, silencing me with another bruising kiss as he pushed in, slow and deliberate. I gasped against his mouth, the stretch almost too much, and he bit my lower lip, a sharp sting that only fueled the fire in my veins. ‘Calm down,’ he whispered, his gaze locking with mine, intense and unyielding. My body obeyed instantly, relaxing under his command, and he began to move, fucking me with a slow, torturous rhythm that made my toes curl.

‘Fuck, Rhea, you’re so tight,’ he groaned, his voice rough with restraint as he picked up the pace, just enough to drive me mad. I could feel him holding back, could see the strain in his jaw, the way his muscles tensed with every thrust.

I tightened my legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper. ‘I know you’re worried about breaking me, wolf boy,’ I whispered, my voice dripping with challenge as I stared into his eyes. ‘But I don’t want vanilla. I want it hard. Fast. Now.’

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. ‘As you wish, my girl,’ he said, his tone laced with a promise that made my pulse race. He pulled out almost completely, leaving me aching and empty, before slamming back in with a force that ripped a scream from my throat. The bed creaked under us as he set a brutal pace, each thrust harder, faster, driving me to the edge of sanity.

‘Fuck, Ty!’ I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure-pain coiled tight in my core, ready to snap. Sweat beaded on his brow, his breaths coming in sharp pants, and I knew he was just as close to losing control as I was. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the scent of sex and need wrapping around us like a drug.

And I wasn’t about to let him stop until we both shattered.