I don’t need a mirror to know my eyes are ablaze with desire; their shimmering light reveals all without reflection. My skin clings tight like finely drawn parchment over every curve, each inch thrumming with an insatiable need. Lucas’s intoxicating scent drifts just a few feet away—a magnetic perfume that tempts me yet remains tantalizingly out of reach.

The moment my scent mingles with his, it’s as if the fabric of the world subtly shifts. His nostrils flare, capturing the delicate trace of my longing, while his parted lips seem to drink in the elusive fragments of my desire borne aloft by the wind. I watch, mesmerized, as his pupils dilate into deep pools of dark intensity, and an ethereal glow graces his irises, transforming them into windows of raw, primal passion.

A low, sultry purr reverberates deep within my chest—a sound born of both anticipation and surrender. Lucas’s body is taut with restrained energy, as if every fiber in him is straining to move toward me, yet he holds back with the last vestiges of control. It is as though he’s daring the moment, offering a noble yet unnecessary act of restraint, waiting for me to decide if I desire his wild release.

I envision his powerful hands wrapping around me, pinning me down so that every moment is charged with possession, every heartbeat echoing the promise of becoming wholly his. My pulse races, quick and insistent as a drummer calling to battle, while my muscles flutter in anticipation of the inevitable embrace.

Within me, a dual instinct battles—a part that quivers at the thought of being ensnared by his predatory allure, and a larger, overwhelming force that craves to be caught, to surrender completely.

“Lucas?” My voice emerges husky and laden with desire, pulling his eyes from their fervent study of my body. In that charged moment, he lifts his gaze—each blink a silent question answered by the fever in my tone. He braces himself, prepared to defy every primal impulse if I so command, even if it means turning away from me against his nature.

“Yes?” he replies softly.

“I’m yours if you can catch me,” I coo, a playful challenge suspended in the heated air.

With that, I shift my stance and dart away, a fleeting shadow escaping into the night. Instantly, Lucas gives chase, his powerful strides echoing the promise of pursuit as he follows close behind.

Soon, all I can hear is the thundering beat of my blood echoing in my ears and the ragged rhythm of my panting breath. My feet strike the earth in a frenzied cadence, unleashing my inner wolf with every desperate sprint. I can smell him—musky and potent—looming behind me, his presence a charged force of strength and speed. I know that once he catches me, he will pin me down with an unyielding grip, and so, driven by a mix of fear and desire, I can only run.

Deep within, my inner wolf yearns to howl freely into the night, unburdened by restraints. Waves of heat ripple off my skin, casting me in a sultry glow, as a slick sheen forms along my thighs and my most intimate parts throb with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the inevitable knot that binds us.

Then, out of nowhere, Lucas crashes into me with the force and inevitability of a brick wall composed of pure instinct and red-hot desire. He drags me to the ground, and our bodies become entangled in a primal struggle; he overwhelms me, pinning me beneath his immense bulk. As he shifts and growls, our resistance dissolves until we are both exposed, naked and raw on the fertile earth, our human concerns like modesty or dignity abandoned in favor of pure, instinctual hunger. I lose myself in the dense, musky scent of him, inhaling deeply as my hands reach out in desperate need.

He offers no control or permission—instead, with one massive hand enveloping my wrists, he forces my arms above my head, holding them in place as if to mirror the bound tension coursing through me. Laid out on the cool, receptive dirt, my body glistens with a sheen of sweat and arousal. Lucas takes advantage of my immobility, pressing his nose into the tender crook of my neck to breathe in the fragrance of my desire. Once he has savored every nuance, he growls again—a sound that vibrates with promise—before marking my flesh with wet, open-mouthed kisses that trace a fervent path along my skin, drowning me in the heady mixture of his scent.

“Lucas, please…” I plead, my voice a trembling mix of need and surrender.

My desire has swollen to a painful, exquisite point, leaving me beyond the realm of modesty. Though he does not lead the Nightshade Pack, his alpha nature is unmistakable, and in my desperation, I find myself begging for the knot that will seal our fates together.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have what you need,” he reassures me in a tone drenched with promise and primal assurance.

As his words echo around us, he demonstrates his intent by dragging the full length of his throbbing desire slowly along my crease. Even as he maintains his firm hold on me, pinning me securely to the ground with one hand, he straddles my thighs with deliberate precision, guiding his pulsating cock with the other. The hot, velvety skin of its crown teases at my waiting lips, a touch that elicits a cry from me when he substitutes firm pressure with languid caresses. In this torrid interplay of dominance and submission, he uses every inch of himself to smear the slick evidence of our arousal over my flesh, his chest reverberating with a deep, contented purr at the sight of our unbridled passion.

My hips buck upward, aching for something—anything. But he holds me firm, a steadfast anchor against the storm of my desire. He’s immovable, a rock amidst the tempest, and I’m left with no choice but to lay here, to take whatever he grants me. I try to find solace in how he envelops me: his scent, a forest after rain; his touch, a branding iron leaving its mark; his body, a fortress surrounding me, holding me tight.

When he finally presses into my entrance, I can’t help but whimper. He’s thick and long, but my body yields to him, greedy and eager. I need to be filled. My inner muscles clench around his shaft, trying to draw him deeper, grasping for a knot that’s not yet fully formed.

Finally, I feel complete. There’s no time to adjust as he begins to move, thrusting into me with a primal rhythm. I don’t care; I crave it. His knot swells, and I can feel his desperation to bury himself deep, to knot and tie me to him. The forest blurs into a wash of green and brown, my body dissolving into a wave of heat and pleasure. I go lax, safe in his hands, a ship adrift on a sea of sensation.

My eyes flutter closed, and the world narrows to the jolt of my body each time he snaps his hips against me. “Please, Lucas,” I groan into the dirt, my voice a raw plea. “Knot me.”

He hisses in my ear, his cock flexing inside me at my words. I can feel him nearing the edge. “Anything for you,” he chuckles, a low rumble like distant thunder.

His thrusts become faster, more urgent, his knot tugging at my entrance until it finally pushes through, locking us together. My body tenses, bearing down around him, holding him tight as he rocks inside me. Then, the splash of hot seed fills me exactly where my body needs it, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure and rightness that tears a scream from my throat.

Time loses meaning as we lie there, tied together. My body acts on instinct, milking his knot for every drop of cum. I take infinite pleasure in the soft groans I draw from him while he continues to trace the curve of my neck with his tongue.

Once he stills, he rolls to his back, pulling me with him until I’m stretched out along his body. My need for him satisfied, my desperation fades, like the last embers of a dying fire. For now.