Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild
Mattheo paced his dimly lit room, the air thick with the musky scent of his own desperation. Being a wolf hybrid, his heat cycles were brutal, a primal force that clawed at his insides, leaving him aching and restless. His girlfriend, Lila, was at work, and the distance between them felt like a chasm. He couldn’t wait. He needed her—now. With trembling hands, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number, his voice already rough with need.
'Lila, babe, I’m losing it over here,' he growled into the phone, his tone a mix of pain and pleading. 'This heat… it’s tearing me apart. I need you. Please.'
On the other end, Lila leaned against the counter of the dingy diner where she slung coffee for tips, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she heard the raw edge in his voice. She wasn’t one to be beckoned like some damsel, but damn, the way he sounded—needy, pathetic, almost broken—stirred something fierce in her gut. 'Mattheo, I’m in the middle of a shift. You know I can’t just—'
'Fuck your shift, Lila!' he snapped, then softened, his voice cracking. 'I’m sorry. I just… I’m in pain. I can’t think straight. I’m begging you.'
She smirked, rolling her eyes even though he couldn’t see it. 'Begging, huh? That’s a new low for you, wolf boy. Fine. You owe me big time for this.' She hung up, untied her apron with a dramatic flourish, and marched to her boss. 'I quit. Find someone else to deal with your greasy customers.' Before he could sputter a response, she was out the door, her boots clicking with purpose on the pavement. Lila wasn’t about to let her man suffer—not on her watch.
By the time she burst into Mattheo’s apartment, the air was electric with tension. He was a mess, shirtless and sweating, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, amber eyes wild with a hunger that made her pulse race. He lunged toward her, but she held up a hand, stopping him cold.
'Whoa there, pup. You don’t get to pounce just yet,' she teased, her voice dripping with authority as she kicked off her boots. 'You called me away from a paycheck. You’re gonna have to earn this.'
Mattheo groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. 'Lila, I’m dying here. Don’t play games.'
'Oh, I’m not playing,' she shot back, stepping closer, her gaze locking with his. She could see the strain in every muscle, the way his chest heaved with panting breaths. 'I’m in charge now. You want relief? You follow my lead.'
She pushed him back toward the bed, her hands firm on his shoulders, and he stumbled, falling onto the mattress with a low, frustrated growl. Lila straddled his hips, her denim-clad thighs pinning him down as she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his. 'You’re a mess, Mattheo. Look at you, so damn horny you can’t even think. Bet you’re already hard as hell under me.'
He gritted his teeth, a shudder running through him as her words hit like a spark to dry tinder. 'You have no idea,' he rasped, his hands gripping her hips, desperate for more contact. 'I’ve been aching for hours. Just… touch me. Please.'
Lila’s smirk widened as she felt the heat radiating from him, the evidence of his need pressing against her through his jeans. 'Oh, I’ll touch you, alright. But we’re doing this my way.' She dragged her nails down his chest, watching him writhe beneath her, his breath hitching. Her own body responded, a rush of heat pooling low as she saw how much power she held over him in this moment. She was wet already, the thought of driving him wild making her pulse throb.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, 'Let’s see how long you can hold out before you’re begging for my pussy.' Her words were a promise, a challenge, and as she ground against him, feeling him strain beneath her, she knew this was only the beginning of an explosive night.
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