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Marked by the Moon - [Patreon Exclusive]

Added 2025-04-10 08:36:17 +0000 UTC

The moon was full, heavy, and bright, casting the forest in a pale, electric glow. I’d only come to the cabin to be alone, to get away from the noise and let the stillness wrap around me like a blanket. But tonight, the silence was restless.

Something was out there.

I heard it first, branches shifting, deliberate footsteps moving through the underbrush. Not clumsy like a deer or cautious like a fox. No, this was something heavy, powerful… driven.

Then I saw him.

He stepped into view between the trees, tall, furred, body glistening with a sheen of sweat or maybe dew. A werewolf. But not the beast the old stories warned of. He moved with purpose, every muscle straining, and his eyes, golden, burning.

He was... aching.

Even from behind the safety of the window, I could feel it, his heat, his need. My pulse stuttered as he stalked closer, the thick shape of his arousal barely hidden, every breath of his fogging the cold glass between us.

Then the door creaked.

He stepped inside like he belonged there, like he'd followed some scent that led him straight to me. His nostrils flared. His gaze dragged over me, radiating heat, musk, and hunger.

My eyes drifted lower before I could stop them, and there it was: thick, swollen, and unmistakably eager, glistening in the cold night air with a slow, steady drip that betrayed just how badly he needed release. The sight hit me like a wave, raw, primal, and impossible to look away from. He wasn’t just aroused… he was barely holding himself back.

He was in heat. And I... I wasn’t about to run.