“I feel this too. I want you so badly, all the time, every single second of every day. You’re all I can think about. The full moon is tonight, Mabel.” He groaned. “And we’ve denied each other for three fucking years. I will make it up to you, but you’ve got to be willing to give me a chance.” With that, he kissed her hard.

He didn’t touch anywhere else, just took her mouth.

Lucas was the first one to pull away. He left the pool, but not before she caught sight of the erection straining against the front of his shorts.

****

In wolf form, his senses were on a lot higher alert. Lucas sat back and stared up at the full moon. He’d already gone for a run, and Mabel had run in the opposite direction. The pull he felt was so fucking strong. Several times, he’d been close to giving chase, but he’d held himself back.

The wolf in him demanded he tackle her to the ground, bite her neck, and fuck her hard.

He didn’t.

Instead, he ran and kept on moving, trying to gain some control, some sanity.

With the energy rushing through him, he slowly turned back into a human. Leaning back in the sand, his cock was rock-hard as it had been all day long since he’d watched Mabel strip.

The swimsuit she wore should be illegal. Even though it was modest, the way it molded to every single curve was a sin in itself. The shape of her ass, how rounded it was. He’d imagined that ass against his cock as he fucked her from behind or even took her ass.

The need to claim her was so intense.

Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he stared down at his length. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and he rubbed it into his shaft, working from the base up to the tip. He closed his eyes, imagining her pussy riding his dick. The feel of her tightness against him. She’d feel so good.

Up and down, he thought about her mouth. Her full lips swallowing him down. Every single part of her. He wanted to come in her mouth, pussy, and ass, and then drip it all over her skin so no man would have any doubt as to who she belonged to. He’d lay claim to every single inch of her.

He’d knock her up, fill her stomach with his children so she wouldn’t be able to leave.

A gasp had him pausing on his erection, and he turned. His gaze finding the woman he wanted more than anything.

Mabel stood at the edge, hiding behind a tree.

“I can see you,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

“Thinking about you.”

“Why don’t you run?”