**The Study Session**

I never thought I’d be the one to fall for her—Elena, the quiet girl in my mythology class who always sat in the back, doodling in her notebook instead of taking notes. But when I found out she was like me—another lycanthrope hiding in plain sight—something primal took over. The full moon was still a week away, but the fever was already rising in my blood, making my skin itch and my cock twitch whenever she was near.

Tonight, we were supposed to be studying for the midterm. *Supposed* to be.

Her dorm room smelled like her—sweet, musky, with that faint hint of wildness under the surface. She sat on her bed, legs tucked under her, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. My dick was already straining against my jeans, and by the way her nostrils flared, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“You’re really gonna make me focus on Greek myths right now?” I growled, dropping my textbook on the floor.

She smirked, tilting her head just enough to expose the curve of her neck. “Maybe I just wanted you alone.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I lunged forward, pulling her into me. Her lips were hot against mine, her breath coming fast as I tangled my fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. She moaned, arching into me, and I could feel her pussy already getting wet, her scent thickening in the air.

“Fuck, you smell good,” I muttered against her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper. My claws were starting to push through, the wolf in me fighting for control, but I held back—just barely.

She reached between us, palming my cock through my jeans. “You’re gonna tear these off if you don’t shift soon.”

“Then I won’t wear them at all.”

I ripped my shirt off, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum. Elena didn’t waste time—she shoved me onto the bed and climbed over me, grinding her soaked cunt against my length. The heat of her made me snarl, my hips jerking up instinctively.

“Not yet,” she breathed, gripping my cock and stroking me slowly. “I want you somewhere else tonight.”

I knew what she meant. The hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

She turned around, pressing her ass against my cock, and I groaned at the sight—her pussy glistening, her asshole tight and perfect. I spit into my palm and rubbed it over my shaft, then dragged my fingers down to circle her tight little hole. She shivered, pushing back against me.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Fucking *do it*.”

I didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, I lined up and pressed the head of my cock against her ass, pushing in just enough to make her tense. She was so fucking tight, but the way her body gave for me—inch by inch—sent fire through my veins.

“Fuck, *fuck*,” she whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets as I sank deeper.

I bottomed out with a growl, my balls pressed against her, and for a second, neither of us moved. Then she rocked back, taking me even deeper, and I lost it.

I started fucking her hard, my hips slamming against her ass, the wet sound of my cock driving into her filling the room. She was moaning, begging, her pussy dripping down her thighs as I pounded her. Every thrust made her clench around me, her body desperate for more.

“God, you feel *insane*,” I grunted, gripping her hair and yanking her back against me.

She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit frantically as I fucked her. “Gonna—*fuck*—gonna cum—”

The second I felt her hole tighten around me, I roared and buried myself deep, spurting hot into her ass as she shuddered and cried out beneath me.

When we finally collapsed, panting and sticky, I pulled her against me, still half-inside her.

“Best study session ever,” she murmured, laughing breathlessly.

I nuzzled into her neck, licking the sweat from her skin. “Just wait ‘til the full moon.”