Tempting Feral Heat
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Chapter 1: Shadows in the Cabin
Elias Grant stared out the frost-laced window of their secluded cabin in Blackwood Hollow, Colorado, where the Rockies clawed at the sky like jagged teeth. The blizzard had roared in two days early, trapping him and his wife, Kira Voss, in this wooden fortress miles from the nearest road. He’d chosen this spot for a romantic getaway, picturing hikes and fireside whispers, not this whiteout prison of howling winds and subzero bite.
Kira padded across the creaking floorboards behind him, her bare feet silent despite her solid frame—five-foot-ten of lean, wiry muscle honed from years of prowling forests under her secret skin. At twenty-nine, she moved with a predator’s grace, her raven hair tumbling wild over shoulders dusted with faint scars from shifts long past. Elias turned, catching the emerald glint in her eyes, sharper now in the firelight flickering from the stone hearth.
“Storm’s not letting up, huh?” Her voice rumbled low, like distant thunder, as she draped her arms around his waist from behind. Her breath warmed his neck, carrying that faint wild scent—pine sap and earth after rain—that always marked her werewolf blood.
He leaned back into her, feeling the heat radiating from her body through his flannel shirt. “Nope. We’re snowed in good. Power’s holding, though. Plenty of wood chopped.” His hand covered hers, callused from his days coding in a Denver office, now roughened by axe work. But something in her grip lingered too long, fingers tightening possessively.
They’d met three years back at a backwoods festival, her secret spilling out one full moon night when she’d vanished into the trees, only to return naked and exhilarated. Elias hadn’t run. Instead, he’d been drawn deeper, fascinated by the beast coiled inside her. No silver bullets or curses here—just ancient bloodline, triggered by emotion or instinct, letting her phase at will. Mostly.
Tonight, the cabin smelled of split oak burning, stew simmering on the woodstove, and that underlying musk from Kira, growing thicker. She nuzzled his ear, teeth grazing skin. “Good. Means more time for us.” Her hips pressed forward, a subtle grind that sent a spark through him. Elias chuckled, turning to kiss her forehead, tasting salt on her skin.
But as she pulled away to stir the pot, he watched her thighs flex, noticing the faint sheen there. Not sweat. Something slicker. His mind flickered to old stories she’d shared—cycles that hit hard, turning her into a creature of pure need. Heat season. He shook it off. Not now. Not yet.
They ate by candlelight when the power flickered, venison she’d hunted weeks ago, tender and gamey on his tongue. Laughter echoed softly, tales of past storms, but her foot kept brushing his calf under the table, insistent. Tempting, that touch, pulling at threads of restraint he’d always held loose around her.
Uneasy Embers
Later, tangled in quilts before the fire, Elias traced the curve of her hip. Kira sighed, arching into him, but her eyes held a distant hunger. “You smell different tonight,” he murmured, nose buried in her hair.
“Storm stirs everything,” she replied, voice husky. Her hand slid down his chest, nails scraping lightly. Sleep came fitful, her body curling against his like a furnace, dreams laced with growls he swore weren’t just imagination.
Chapter 2: Cling of the Wild
Day five dawned muffled, the world outside a seamless white blur. Elias shoveled a path to the generator shed, muscles burning in the minus-ten chill, breath clouding like smoke. Back inside, steam rose from the shower as he stripped, the hot water pounding knots from his back. But Kira was already there, waiting, naked under the spray, water sluicing over her high breasts, pert nipples hardening in the steam.
“Couldn’t wait?” He grinned, stepping in, the enclosure barely fitting two. She spun him against the tiles, cold ceramic biting his ass as her mouth claimed his—fierce, demanding. Tongues tangled, tasting mint from her morning brush and the faint copper tang of her arousal already scenting the air.
“Missed you out there,” she growled, hands roaming his chest, pinching nipples until he hissed. Her body pressed flush, slick folds grinding his thigh. “Need you close.” It wasn’t playful anymore. Her wolf ears twitched faintly at the edges of her vision, half-shifted, tail nub wagging against his leg.
Elias gripped her ass, fingers sinking into firm flesh, pulling her tighter. “I’m right here, Kira.” His cock throbbed against her belly, hardening fast. She dropped to her knees, water cascading over her face, and took him deep—no tease, just wet heat enveloping his length, throat relaxing around him.
Gluck-gluck sounds mixed with the shower roar, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, eyes locked up, feral gleam promising more. “Fuck, your mouth…” He tangled fingers in her soaked hair, thrusting shallow. Salty pre-cum mingled with the water she gulped down greedily.
But she surged up suddenly, shoving him back, legs wrapping his waist. “Not like this. Inside.” Impaled in one slick drop, her cunt gripped like velvet vice, juices thicker than usual, dripping down his balls. He braced against the wall, pounding up as she rode, tits bouncing, moans echoing off tiles.
“Harder, Elias! Fill my fucking pussy!” Crude words tore from her, nails raking his back, drawing thin blood that washed away pink. Orgasm hit her first—walls convulsing, milking him as she bit his shoulder, muffled howl vibrating through bone.
He followed, grunting, flooding her with hot spurts. They slumped, panting, water cooling. “That… intense,” he gasped, kissing her bruised lips.
Kira’s eyes softened briefly. “Just starting.” She wiggled off, his seed leaking out, mixing with her endless slickness pooling at their feet. Tempting to dive back in, but hunger gnawed—real food this time. 💋
Ripples of Need
Afternoon brought restlessness. Kira paced, tail fully out now, thumping rugs. Elias watched from the armchair, laptop dead from no signal, book forgotten. She sniffed the air, nostrils flaring toward him. “You carry my scent now. Makes me… ache.”
He set the book aside. “Heat?” The word hung heavy.
She nodded, ears flattening. “Worse this year. Cabin fever amps it. Sorry if I’m… clingy.” But her gaze dropped to his crotch, lingering.
Chapter 3: Slick Trails
By day nine, the cabin reeked of sex and musk, every surface carrying her essence. Elias ventured to the kitchen for coffee, boots slipping on the hardwood. He caught himself, hand smearing through a puddle—clear, viscous, like warmed honey mixed with ocean salt. He lifted fingers to his nose: sweet-earth musk, potent enough to harden him instantly.
“What the…” Heart pounding, he followed the trail. Living room: more puddles near the couch. Kira lounged there, fully nude, thighs parted shamelessly, her swollen folds glistening, lips puffy and parted, drooling that nectar profusely. Nipples diamond-hard, she panted, one hand idly circling her clit.
“Kira?” His voice cracked. She locked eyes, predatory, crawling forward on all fours, tail high, ass swaying. The thud of knees on wood vibrated the floor.
“Elias.” Sultry purr, almost a command. She yanked his jeans down, cock springing free, veins pulsing. No preamble—mouth engulfing, tongue lashing the underside, saliva mixing with his pre. Whimpers escaped her, desperate, hips humping air.
He groaned, hips bucking. “Slow—fuck!” But she didn’t, deepthroating until nose buried in pubes, gagging wetly. Popped off, strings of spit connecting. “Need your cock in my sloppy cunt. Breed me.”
She tackled him onto the couch, straddling, guiding his hardness to her sopping heat. Sank down with a wet squelch, inner walls fluttering, juices squirting around the seal. “Yesss!” Grinding wild, clit mashing his base, breasts heaving.
Elias thrust up, hands mauling her tits, pinching nipples until milk-white beads formed—wait, not milk, just her overstimulated sweat. “So fucking wet, Kira. Drowning me.”
“More! Deeper!” Nails gouged shoulders, blood welling. She howled climaxing, pussy spasming, gushing floods that soaked his groin, the cushions. He pinned her hips, erupting ropes into her depths, knot swelling at his base—human but mimicking her wolf swell, locking them.
Trembling, she collapsed, licking sweat from his neck. “Still hungry,” she murmured, hips twitching.
“Chicken?” He joked weakly.
“Later. You first.” A wicked grin. Tempting beast, his wife.
Flooded Bonds
Post-fuck glow faded into quiet. She curled against him, vulnerability cracking her feral mask. “Hurts when it builds. Like fire inside.” Elias stroked her hair, tasting the salt of drying tears on her cheek. Connection deepened in the mess.
Chapter 4: Primal Chase
Night eleven, cabin air thick as fog from her pheromones. Kira shifted fully—fur rippling over skin, muzzle elongating, paws massive. She bolted out the door into the storm-tamed yard, snow flying under claws. Elias, heart racing, grabbed coat and followed, erection straining pants at the sight.
The chase: her bounding through drifts, silver fur gleaming under moonlight cracks, howls calling him. He tracked scents in snow—musk trail burning nostrils. Found her in a copse, hindquarters raised, tail flagged, slit winking pink amid fur, dripping visibly.
Mounting from behind, human form slamming into wolf. Fur tickled his belly, heat engulfing despite chill. “Take it, my wolf!” Pounding feral, balls slapping wet fur, her snarls urging deeper.
She phased mid-thrust—human again, ass grinding back. “Fuck my ass now! Stretch it!” He obliged, slick from her cunt lubing the tight ring. Inch by inch, burning grip yielding, her screams echoing woods—pain-lust blend.
Alternating holes, fisting her cunt while reaming ass, double penetration driving her mad. “Gonna cum—knot me!” Swell locked in bowels, pulsing seed as she squirted arcs into snow, steaming on contact.
Back inside, phase complete, she devoured him orally, ass-to-mouth filthy, loving every inch. 🔥
Forest Echoes
Dawn light filtered, bodies entwined on rug. “That was dangerous,” he whispered, bandaging scratches. Kira nuzzled. “But worth it. You’re my pack.”
Chapter 5: Insatiable Storm’s End
Day fourteen, heat peaked. Kira pinned him to bed, riding reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks rippling per bounce. Her pussy farted air and squirt from vacuum seal, crude symphony with bed creaks. “Breed my womb, Elias! Fill ’til it leaks for days!”
He slapped reddening globes, reaching to finger her clit. Orgasms chained—hers gushing, his knotting repeatedly, belly bulging slight from loads. She spun, 69 devouring his ass-tainted cock while grinding facefucked, his tongue delving piss-flavored slit.
New frenzy: strap-on from drawer—her wielding massive wolf-dick replica on him. Pegging prostate, milking hands-free cum as she rubbed against harness. “Take my knot, bitch!” Role reversal shattered taboos.
Finale marathon: every position—wheelbarrow, piledriver, standing doggy against window, frost melting from body heat. Cum frothed, froth like cappuccino from her battered hole. Exhaustion claimed after twentieth peak, collapsing in puddle of fluids, scents overwhelming: sweat, cum, musk, victory.
Storm broke next morn, sun piercing clouds. Kira, heat ebbed, kissed him tenderly. “You survived me.” Elias smiled, sore but whole. “Tempting to do it again.” In Blackwood’s thaw, their bond forged unbreakable, primal love enduring.
Eternal Pack
Weeks later, trains rattled past town station—Elias waving from platform, Kira beside, hand on subtle swell. Life pulsed on, wild heart beating steady. 💋
