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The scent hit her first—pine resin and wet earth undercut by something feral, musky. Eleanor’s flashlight beam trembled across moss-covered oaks as she stumbled backward. Wrong trail. Moonlight speared through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the forest floor. He emerged from shadow without sound. Naked. Magnificent. Coarse gray fur dusted shoulders that tapered to a human waist, hips shifting with predatory grace as he closed the distance. Amber eyes pinned her, pupils swallowing moonlight. Eleanor’s breath caught—not in fear, but in primal recognition. Her thighs pressed together, slickness blooming beneath her hiking pants. A low growl vibrated his chest as he crowded her against a broad tree trunk. Calloused hands ripped her clothes away with terrifying gentleness. Cold bark bit into her spine as his muzzle nudged between her legs, hot breath steaming against her folds. “Please—” His tongue answered—broad, rasping—laving her clit with relentless precision. Eleanor arched, fingers tangling in his mane as pleasure shredded coherence. When his teeth grazed her inner thigh, she came with a cry that echoed through the woods. He rose, erection jutting thick and veined from a nest of dark fur. The head glistened, pearling against her belly as he lifted her legs around his waist. No hesitation. One brutal thrust seated him to the hilt. Eleanor gasped. Too much— yet her body welcomed the stretch, inner walls fluttering around invading heat. His thrusts were relentless, hips pistoning in a rhythm older than language. Claws scored the bark beside her head as she met each slam, nails raking his back. Their joining was wet, urgent—slapping skin mingling with growls and her choked sobs of pleasure. Moonlight caught sweat sheening his fur, her breasts bouncing with every impact. When his knot swelled, locking them together, her second climax tore through her—a silent scream against his throat. His release followed: hot pulses deep inside, filling her as his roar shook leaves from branches. Dawn found Eleanor curled in ferns, his fur draped over her like a cloak. Twin puncture marks throbbed on her shoulder. Her smile tasted of blood and wild honey.
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