**Title: The Hunger**

Gabby was always wild, but tonight was different. The full moon was high, her skin was fever-hot, and the scent of her own need was thick in the air. She was in heat. And she’d picked me—Luis—to fix it.

I should’ve known something was wrong when she cornered me in my apartment, her pupils blown wide, her breath ragged. She’d been acting off for days, restless, snapping at everyone. Now, she was practically vibrating with tension, her body radiating a heat I could feel from across the room.

“Gabby,” I started, but she cut me off with a growl—an actual fucking growl, low and hungry. Before I could react, she lunged, shoving me back onto the couch. Her fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise as she straddled my lap.

“You smell good,” she panted, nuzzling into my neck, inhaling like she was memorizing me. Her hips rolled against mine, and I felt how wet she was through her jeans. Fuck. The heat of her pussy against my thigh was enough to make my cock throb.

“Gabby, we can’t—” I tried again, but she ground down harder, silencing me with a sharp bite to my collarbone. Pain and pleasure shot through me, and I groaned despite myself.

“You *can*,” she snarled, fisting my shirt and yanking it open. Buttons scattered across the floor. “You *will.*” Her nails scratched down my chest, sending sparks of pain through me. “I need it. Need *you.*”

Her desperation was contagious. My hands found her hips, gripping hard as her teeth grazed my throat. The rational part of my brain screamed that this was dangerous, that she wasn’t in her right mind—but my body didn’t give a fuck. She was burning up, her cunt soaked, and the animal part of me wanted nothing more than to claim her.

Gabby ripped at my belt, nails scraping my stomach as she freed my cock. I was already painfully hard, my skin tight with want. She didn’t wait, didn’t tease—just shoved her own jeans down just enough to free her pussy, then sank onto me in one rough, wet stroke.

“Fuck!” I choked out, my back arching off the couch. She was *scalding* inside, slick and tight, clamping down on me like she was trying to milk me dry. Her breath hitched, a low whine escaping her throat as she bottomed out, taking every inch.

“Mine,” she growled, hands fisted in my hair as she started moving, riding me with a ferocity that left me gasping. Her tits bounced with each rough bounce of her hips, her nipples pebbled and flushed. The grip of her pussy was insane—she pulsed around me, greedy, like her body was trying to pull my cum out of me.

“Gabby—fuck—you’re gonna—hngh—*make me*—” I groaned, my hands digging bruises into her ass.

“Do it,” she demanded, her voice ragged. She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. “Breed me. *Now.*”

That was it. My balls tightened, my whole body locking up as she clenched around me, milking my cock with her cunt like she *knew* exactly how to take everything from me. The orgasm ripped through me like a fucking storm, white-hot and brutal. I came so hard I saw stars, pulsing inside her over and over, my cock twitching as she squeezed me tight.

She didn’t stop. Gabby kept riding me, fucking herself on my oversensitive dick, chasing her own release. Her moans turned desperate, her rhythm faltering as she got closer. “More,” she panted, nails biting into my shoulders. “*More.*”

I could feel her pussy fluttering, her thighs shaking. I gripped her hips and thrust up into her, hard, grinding deep as she came with a broken cry. Her cunt spasmed around me, hot and slick, drawing another weak spurt from my spent cock.

She collapsed against my chest, panting, her body trembling. Her heat wasn’t gone—I could feel it, the need still simmering under her skin—but for now, she was sated.

And I was fucked. Because as her teeth grazed my shoulder again, possessive and hungry, I knew this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.