Primal Heat

**Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild**

Mattheo paced the dimly lit confines of his bedroom, his wolf hybrid instincts clawing at his insides. Heat coursed through his veins, a primal urge that left him restless, aching, and utterly desperate. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, and every second without her felt like a dagger twisting in his gut. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he gripped his phone, his voice hoarse and trembling as he dialed her number.

'Lila, babe, I—I can’t do this alone,' he growled into the receiver, his tone a mix of pain and raw need. 'I’m in heat. It’s fucking killing me. I need you here. Now.'

On the other end, Lila leaned against the counter of the dingy diner where she slung coffee for minimum wage, her sharp green eyes narrowing. She could hear the desperation in his voice, the way it cracked like a wounded animal. A smirk curled her lips as she wiped her hands on her apron, already mentally drafting her resignation. 'Oh, poor puppy,' she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. 'Can’t handle a little heat without me? What’s the matter, Matty, you gonna howl at the moon ‘til I get there?'

Mattheo groaned, collapsing onto his bed, his body tense and burning. 'Don’t play with me, Lila. I’m not in the mood for your sass. I’m hard as fuck, and it hurts. Get your ass over here before I lose my damn mind.'

Lila laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine even through the phone. 'Oh, I’ll be there, wolf boy. But you’d better be ready to beg for it. I’m not quitting this shitty job just to babysit your horny ass without a little groveling.' She didn’t wait for his response, already tossing her apron onto the counter and flipping off her manager as she strutted out the door. 'See ya never, asshole,' she muttered under her breath, her mind already racing with thoughts of Mattheo’s desperate, panting form waiting for her.

By the time Lila kicked open the door to his apartment, the air was thick with the scent of his need. Mattheo was a mess, sprawled on the bed, his shirt half-torn off, his chest heaving as he fought to control himself. His dark eyes locked onto her, pupils blown wide with lust. 'Fuck, Lila, took you long enough,' he snarled, his voice raw. 'I’m dying here.'

She sauntered over, her hips swaying with deliberate intent, and leaned down to grip his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. 'Dying, huh? You look pretty alive to me, pup. All hot and bothered, sweating like a beast. Bet that cock of yours is begging for attention.' Her words were sharp, cutting through the haze of his heat, and she reveled in the way he shuddered under her touch.

'Lila, please,' he whined, his hands reaching for her, but she slapped them away with a wicked grin.

'Oh no, Matty. You called me here, interrupted my day, made me quit my damn job. You’re gonna wait until I’m good and ready.' She straddled his hips, her tight jeans pressing against his straining hardness, and leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. 'But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy little problem of yours. Just gotta make you squirm a bit first.'

Mattheo groaned, his head falling back as her words and proximity drove him to the edge. His body was on fire, every nerve screaming for release, and Lila’s teasing only made it worse. He could feel her heat through the fabric, could smell her arousal mixing with his own, and it was driving him feral. 'You’re a fucking sadist,' he panted, his hands gripping the sheets to keep from grabbing her.

'And you love it,' she shot back, her voice a seductive purr as she ground against him, just enough to make him whimper. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin, and she could feel how close he was to breaking. She wanted him wild, wanted him begging, and she knew exactly how to push him there. 'Tell me how bad you want it, Matty. Tell me how much you need my pussy to fix this mess you’re in.'

His growl was guttural, his control slipping as the words spilled out, raw and unfiltered. 'I need you, Lila. I need to be inside you, need to feel you wet and dripping around me. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight. Please, just—'

Her lips crashed into his, cutting off his plea as she took control, her hands already working at his belt. The tension between them snapped like a taut wire, and as their clothes started to fall away, the promise of an explosive release hung heavy in the air, ready to consume them both.