First Meet
There she is. His Dream.
Her raven hair dances in the wind, her skin glowing like molten gold under the moonlight. Her scent lingers, pulling him toward her as she stands at the lake’s edge in the heart of the Scarlet Forest.
The Wolf, hiding behind the bushes, drinks in the sight with his golden gaze. His form, half human, half wolf—a Beastman. Unable to contain his excitement, his fluffy white tail swishes, causing a faint rustle in the leaves.
She turns, her gaze sweeping the area before returning to the full moon. His heart leaps as her movement confirms it is no phantom of longing—this is real. His lips curve into a smile, his heart fluttering. She roams near his territory like a queen, fearless and poised.
Fear grips him. He can’t let her go. What if he loses her again? What if he never gets another chance? The thought is tormenting, so intense that his fangs and claws unsheathe, unable to suppress the predatory instinct. In a blink, he leaps, pinning her to the ground before she can defend herself.
For a moment, the Wolf stares at her, feeling the warmth of her breath as he takes in her beauty up close. She’s here, in his grasp. She will never escape him again. The woman trembles beneath him, her eyes wide with horror, but he only sees the almond-shaped dark brown eyes, framed by long lashes that cast shadows.
Without a word, he buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling, as if each breath pulls him further into her. She holds her breath, fearing he will tear her throat out and devour her.
Enchanted by every second with her, he still questions it a dream. To find the answer, he slides the tip of his tongue along her neck, tasting the truth.
“How could a delicate creature like you roam in such a dangerous forest? Did you wish to become my prey?” The Wolf murmurs, his lips brushing her ear as his deep voice resonates through her.
He teases, nibbling her earlobe. The woman shivers, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she stammers, “I-I’ve lost my way. Please… spare me.”
A chuckle escapes him. “You haven’t lost your way. You’re destined to be here.” He closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against the skin of her neck. “…Destined to be mine.” His tail swishes, grazing the outline of her face.
She grunts, tickled by the feathery touch. “Please, I’m not your prey. Let me go,” she pleads, struggling to break free from his grasp.
But his hands tighten, pinning her wrists beside her head. A primal instinct surges within him, growing more insatiable. He growls, his attention shifting to the other side of her neck. “What should I do? Take revenge for making me wait?”
“...Wait?” Her eyes blink.
The Wolf meets her gaze, nuzzling her nose, “Yes, you cruel woman.” He leans back, a blush warms his cheeks as his eyes sparkle, adoring her face. His pointy wolf ears twitch. “…You’re so beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit,” he breathes, captivated.
“Changed? Do we... know each other?” Her eyes shimmer with innocence, wide and uncertain.
The Wolf’s mouth opens to respond, but he pauses, changing his words. “…You have to promise to be mine. Then I’ll answer your question,” he lowers his gaze.
She sniffles, her eyes threatening tears at any moment. “…Don’t tell me then! I don’t like Wolves.”
Noticing the agony on her face, his tone softens, his tail brushing against her cheek in an attempt to comfort her. “A-Are you going to cry?” His brows knit together. “No, don’t cry! Please.” There is a slight loosening in his grip. “…I won’t hurt you. I wouldn’t dare!”
The woman turns her face away, avoiding the sight of him. The Wolf blinks, letting out a deep sigh before leaning closer. In a hesitant voice, he asks, “…Can I kiss you?”
Her head snaps back towards him, eyes widening, cheeks flushed. “...Why are you asking?”
He tilts his head, confused, looking from side to side. “…Because I want to kiss you.”
“What kind of predator are you?” she frowns, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
A grin spreads across his face, his golden eyes gleaming. “The kind who wants to be your prey,” his teeth grazing her shoulder. “Can you tame me, My Lady?”
“Let’s mark each other,” he licks his upper wolf fang. “I want to mark you deep, so everyone knows who your beautiful self belongs to.”
The woman lets out a soft whimper, feeling the heat of his body seeping into hers, melting her resistance. Her eyes half-close. “…W-Why do you think you can mark me as yours?”
She moves her lips near his ear, blowing cool air that sends a shiver down his spine. The shift in the air is palpable, and for the first time, the Wolf feels a flicker of fear... for himself.
His breath quickens as his gaze questions hers, “You…” he gulps, trying to steady himself. “…Finally…” A faint smile plays on his lips as he tightens his grip on her body. But before he can act, he feels her legs wrap around his waist, and in an instant, he is flipped onto his back, pinned against the grass beneath her.
His eyes widen as her true nature is revealed. Her once dark brown eyes now blaze scarlet, locking with his golden gaze. A smirk curls her lips, exposing her fangs. Without hesitation, she traps his wrists against the ground and dives her mouth to his neck, sinking her fangs into his flesh.
The Wolf groans, his body melting under her assault. His blood heats as it flows from his neck to her lips as she feasts. She licks her lips clean, savoring the taste. “Werewolf blood... so much warmer and invigorating than any other. I feel rejuvenated already. Are you from one of the royal packs in the South?”
The Wolf is in a daze, unable to focus on her words, but his ears twitch as if attempting to respond. The woman grins, looking at his flustered face, realizing it’s his first time being bitten by a vampire. She sneers, her words landing on his lips, “Aren’t you adorable? Since when did predators start hunting with such dreamy, caring intentions?” She chuckles.
“You want to be tamed? Ah, yes… you wanted a kiss, didn’t you?” Her sharp teeth nip at his nose.
The Wolf is speechless, overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure from her bite. His eyes close, chest rising and falling. Her hands slide down from his wrists to his palms, fingers intertwining with his. She scoffs, feeling the tremble in his hands.
Her fangs retract, “I wonder…” she muses, “How does it feel to kiss a hot-blooded wolf?”
Without further ado, she slams her lips against his, trapping and sucking on his lower lip, her tongue grazing over it. While her eyes are closed in pleasure, his eyes widen in shock, feeling the plushness of her lips against his.
His cheeks paint red as he holds his breath, freezing in place. His erratic heart races, and for him, time seems to stand still. No… he wishes it would.
She moans, tilting her head to explore each angle of his lips with a passionate kiss. The Wolf, now aware of her embrace and the warmth of her lips, closes his glistening eyes. He takes a deep breath and kisses her back, matching her intensity, sucking on her lips and following her lead. His fingers curl tighter around hers, and his ears twitch up and down in pleasure.
Holding her composure, she starts to pull her lips away, sensing they’ve shared enough. But the Wolf’s desires are far from quenched. He wraps his tail around her waist, pulling her closer, arching his chin to lock his lips against hers. If she tries to move away, his teeth tug on her lower lip. His tail, like a snake, coils tighter, pressing their bodies together and ensuring their closeness.
His thirst is unrelenting. Is it her bite or the sweetness of his longing? His tongue slips into her mouth, dancing and twirling with hers. A shiver runs down her spine from such a devouring kiss, melting her against him. As he loosens his grip, she breaks the kiss, a bridge of saliva stretching between their lips before she leans back.
Panting, she traces the outline of her lips with her fingertips, her chest heaving with each breath, still tingling with the sensation. “…Not bad for a Wolf,” her gaze lingers on his adorable red face. She swallows the taste of their mingled saliva. “Not bad at all,” she adds with a smirk.
Despite his labored breathing, his tail continues to caress her spine. His hazy golden gaze locks onto her scarlet eyes, entranced by the kiss. He swallows hard, asking in a wavering voice, “…Name. Your name, My Lady?”
She smiles. “What will you do with my name? All you need to know is that I’m your neighbor from the North, and your fate now hinges on my kindness,” she threatens, sliding her hand under his shirt, her long nails covering his skin in goosebumps.
