The second the campus library clock strikes midnight, my panties are already clinging to my slit.
Not because of finals.
Because of him.
Ethan sits three rows ahead in Mythology 201, all broad shoulders and boyish smiles, completely unaware that every time he rolls up those flannel sleeves my brain hijacks itself with one filthy thought:
What if the full moon turned him into a beast that demanded my cunt?
Tonight the fantasy finally wins. My dorm door is locked, fairy-lights dimmed to a blush, and my tiny cotton shorts are halfway down my thighs before my head even hits the pillow.
1:12 a.m.
Palm slick with coconut lube, lazy circles around my clit, and the story starts playing in HD behind my eyelids.
The moon crashes through my window like silver lightning.
Ethan’s bones snap, skin ripples, fur pouring over carved abs until he towers above my bed on clawed feet.
But his eyes stay his – hungry, possessive, hotter than any human stare has the right to be.
He doesn’t ask.
He takes.
One clawed fist knots in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my mouth falls open in a gasp that becomes his name. The other hand rips my tank-top clean in half, freeing my tits to the cold air and his searing tongue.
He laps at one stiff nipple like he’s starved, rough pad of his wolf-tongue sanding the peak until my back bows so high the sheets can’t contain me.
“Scream for me, Riley.”
The growl vibrates against my skin; my pussy answers with a hot spasm that slicks my fingers all the way to the knuckle.
1:17 a.m.
My vibrator is just a prop now – pressed between my swollen lips while imagination does the real work.
In the fantasy he flips me like a rag-doll, face-first into the mattress, ass tilted high for the claiming.
Claws score the flesh of my hips, not deep enough to scar, just enough to brand: mine.
When the fat, tapered head of his wolf-cock nudges my entrance, the growl turns feral, desperate.
It’s thicker, hotter, ribbed with primal veins that pulse against my walls the second he drives in – one merciless thrust that bottoms out on a scream torn straight from my lungs.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust.
He fucks.
Every slam rocks the bedframe into the drywall; my stuffed bunny falls to the floor, ears twitching like it’s listening to me get ruined.
His claws cage my throat, lifting my chest so my tits bounce in time with the animal pistoning inside me.
“Touch yourself,” he snarls.
My fingers fly to my clit, strumming while he stretches me so wide my hole burns deliciously around his knot.
Yes – knot. That baseball-sized swell at the base that locks us together while hot ropes of wolf-cum paint my cervix, flooding me until it leaks down my trembling thighs and puddles on the sheets below.
1:26 a.m.
Real world: my hips jerk off the bed, vibrator cranked to max, pussy convulsing so hard the suction cup loses its grip and clatters across the desk.
Fantasy: his knot deflates, but he’s not done.
He flips me again, muzzle nudging my cum-slick cunt, lapping at the mess he made like he worships the taste of us mixed together.
“Again,” he demands, voice already shifting back toward human – but the fangs remain, scraping my inner thigh as he crawls up my body. His cock, still hard, slides between my slick folds, teasing.
“Tell Daddy you want it again.”
“Please, Wolfman Fantasy – breed your little wolf-bitch.”
1:31 a.m.
The orgasm hits so violently my eyes roll, mouth frozen in a silent howl.
Every pulse squirts a fresh wave of arousal over the sheets, soaking the memory of every study-session smile Ethan ever tossed my way. In the aftershocks, fantasy-Ethan licks the tears from my cheeks, whispering,
“Next full moon, you’re mine for the whole night.”
1:34 a.m.
Spent, trembling, and grinning like the depraved coed tease that moon made me,
one thought loops while my fingers idly trace the sticky mess on my stomach:
Mid-terms can wait.
The next lunar cycle can’t come fast enough.
And if Ethan ever wonders why my scent spikes every time he walks into seminar, he’ll just have to follow the musk trail back to my dorm…and find out how loud his little subby tease can really howl.
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XOXOXO – Riley
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