Howl at the Moon
He could smell her, she was somewhere in his woods and he was determined to find her. This close to mating season, his hormones were all over the place and he wanted nothing more than to find her and take her. He knew she wasn't a wolf, her scent was all wrong, but she wall female and that was good enough for him in that moment. He found her, walking down the trail between villages, her pale blonde hair shining in the moonlight. She looked up, sensing his presence and a smile from sin wrapped around her lips. He slowly stalked towards her. She didn't back down, didn't shy away from him. He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. "Little girl, should be out here alone?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.
Her eyes rolled slightly as she ran her hands down his naked chest. "Maybe I'm looking for a little danger," she answered.
He smirked and threw her against the nearest tree, burying his head in her neck, scenting her. "Well, you've found it." He pulled her up until she could wrap her legs around his waist and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth and he knew he'd found the perfect girl. She was more than willing, and she was looking for a walk on the dangerous side, something he was more than willing to give her. He bunched her skirts up around her waist and freed his aching cock from his pants. "I can smell you," he whispered against her skin. "You're soaking for me, like a bitch in heat."
She moaned, arching her body against his. "You gonna keep talking wolf, or are you going to fuck me?" she asked, rolling her hips against him.
He growled, slamming deep inside of her. She really was playing with fire. He groaned, sinking into her. She was perfection around him. He held her hips tightly as she squeezed his hips with her thighs. He rode her hard, scraping her back against the bark of the tree as he took what he wanted and she was more than willing to give him. "Such a naughty little slut," he ground out as she dug her nails into his chest, drawing blood.
She smirked and her pussy clenched around him, pulling a growl from his throat. "You love it," she accused.
He smirked and bit her neck. "Yes, I do," he mumbled out, riding her faster. She threw her head back and moaned as she came around him. He growled and dug his nails into her hips, his teeth sinking into her neck, marking her as he came, filling her. She rested against his chest as he held her up, panting and sweaty. "Come full moon, I'm making you mine," he whispered.
She smiled and kissed his shoulder. "I love you."