Wolfish Lust Under the Full Moon Part: 1
Wolfish Lust Under the Full Moon Part: 1
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet neighborhood. Inside her cozy apartment, Kiara sat on her balcony couch, engrossed in the steamy pages of her latest romance novel. The crisp night air caressed her skin as she flipped through the book, her breath hitching at each passionate passage. She was so lost in the fictional world that she didn’t notice the figure standing silently below, his eyes locked on her from the shadows.
Kiara sighed, closing her book and leaning back against the cushions, her thoughts lingering on the tantalizing descriptions of lovemaking. She was just about to drift off when something caught her eye—a movement outside her window. Her heart skipped a beat as she peered down, her breath catching in her throat. There he was, a tall, mysterious man with an intensity in his gaze that sent shivers down her spine. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.
It’s unsettling that he doesn’t remember me— a little sad, even. But that’s for the best. Hopefully, when I log out tonight, I won’t remember him either. We’re here to live freely. To do what we wouldn’t dream of outside. He grins, flashing perfect teeth, and runs a hand through his hair. “Call me Jack. Do you want to get out of here?” My heart jolts, as if he suggested returning to the real world together. “Uh, where?” I ask, feeling cautious. Are virtual serial killers a thing? With that smile of his, he would be successful at seducing plenty of victims.
Without breaking eye contact, the man began to move, climbing the pipe that ran alongside her window with a grace that belied his size. Kiara watched, entranced, as he scaled the building with ease. When he reached her window, he paused, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He pushed the window open wider and slipped inside, his presence filling the room like a wild storm.
“Who are you?” Kiara breathed, her voice trembling but laced with curiosity.
The man’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Does it matter?” he countered, his voice deep and rich, sending a ripple of excitement through her body. Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face as his lips descended upon hers. The kiss was urgent, possessive, igniting a fire within her that had been smoldering for far too long.
Kiara melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her effortlessly from the couch. She clung to him, her heart pounding against her chest as they leapt out the open window. Air rushed past them, mingling with their gasps of exhilaration. They landed softly on the ground, the man never breaking stride as he carried her toward the mountain that loomed behind her apartment.
“Where are we going?” Kiara asked, her voice barely audible over the rush of wind and their rapid footsteps.
“To a place where we can be alone,” he replied, his eyes shining with a predatory gleam. They moved faster, running now, their bodies brushing against each other with every stride. The night enveloped them, cocooning them in its embrace as they reached the base of the mountain and began to climb.
The path was steep, but the man’s strength was unyielding. Kiara clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he navigated the rocky terrain with ease. The higher they climbed, the more the world below them faded away, until there was nothing but the two of them and the vast expanse of the sky above.
Finally, they reached the summit, and Kiara gasped at the sight before her. A beautiful, comfortable bed surrounded by white curtains stood ready, bathed in the soft light of the full moon. The man set her gently down, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her close once more. His lips found hers again, this time softer, more deliberate, as if savoring every moment.
As they kissed, he slowly began to undress her, peeling away her night robe with tender hands. Her skin prickled under his touch, goosebumps rising in response to his nearness. He knelt before her, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts with a reverence that made her shiver. Then, ever so gently, he slid his fingers inside her, finding her already slick with desire.
Kiara moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand as he rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensations were overwhelming, building a pressure within her that demanded release. She clutched at him, her nails digging into his back as he continued his ministrations, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
With a final, firm stroke, he pushed her over the precipice, and Kiara cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. The man held her steady, his touch never wavering as she came down from her high. But he wasn’t done. He positioned himself between her legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders as he bent over her glistening core.
His mouth descended on her with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. Kiara gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her with an intensity that left her breathless. His tongue worked magic, teasing and prodding at her sensitive nub with a skill that spoke of practiced expertise. She writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing into the night.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the brink once more, he pulled away, rising to his knees with a low growl. Kiara blinked, her vision clearing just in time to see him change. His form rippled, muscles shifting and expanding as his features sharpened into those of a wolf. Fangs glistened in the moonlight, and his eyes burned with a primal fire.
Her heart raced, fear mingling with the arousal that still thrummed through her veins. But there was something else, too—excitement, fascination. This man, this creature, had claimed her, and despite the danger, she couldn’t deny the thrill of it.
He prowled closer, his large, muscular frame casting a shadow over her. Kiara bit her lip, trying to mask her nervousness with a bold facade. “What are you?” she whispered, though the answer was all too clear.
