Beneath the full moon

How it all stared

Jenna's pulse quickened as she made her way through the forest, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The full moon hung heavy above, casting an eerie glow that seemed to guide her deeper into the woods. She'd heard the stories, the warnings about venturing into this place alone at night. But something more potent than fear pulled her forward, something primal.

She had seen him for the first time just a week ago—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that seemed to see through her. He was a stranger in town, but the moment their eyes met in that dimly lit bar, she knew he was different. There was an aura about him, a raw magnetism that drew her in, making her ache with a need she hadn't felt before.

As she entered the clearing, there he was, standing in the center as if he'd been waiting for her all along. His shirt hung open, exposing his muscular chest and the dark line of hair that disappeared beneath his jeans. His eyes, those piercing, animalistic eyes, fixed on her, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips.

Jenna's breath hitched as she took a step closer, the heat pooling between her thighs. She could feel his gaze sweeping over her, igniting her skin, making her shiver despite the warmth that flooded her body. She wanted him—no, needed him—more than she'd ever needed anything in her life.

He moved with an effortless grace, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly over her cheek, trailing down her neck. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but there was a promise of something darker in the way his thumb lingered at the hollow of her throat.

"You came," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

"I couldn't stay away," she breathed, her eyes locked on his.

His smile widened, something feral flickering in his gaze. "Good."

Without another word, he pulled her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss was demanding, his tongue parting her lips, taking what he wanted. She moaned into his mouth, her body melting against his, hands gripping his shoulders as if to anchor herself in the storm of desire that consumed her.

His hands were everywhere—sliding down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her even closer. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her belly, and the thought of what was to come made her knees weak. He growled against her mouth, the sound vibrating through her, setting her nerves alight.

With a swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her back against the rough bark of a tree. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. His mouth was on her in an instant, teeth grazing her nipple before his tongue flicked over the hardened peak. Jenna gasped, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

His mouth moved lower, trailing hot kisses down her stomach as he unbuttoned her jeans, tugging them down her legs along with her panties. The cool night air kissed her exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his breath against her inner thighs. She was trembling now, aching for his touch, her body alive with anticipation.

When his mouth found her core, she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting, driving her to the brink of madness. She could feel the tension coiling within her, tighter and tighter until she thought she might snap. And then he bit down lightly, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she was lost, crying out his name as she shattered.

But he wasn't done with her. Not yet.

As she came down from her high, he stood, his eyes burning with hunger. He undid his jeans, letting them fall to the ground, revealing the full, impressive length of him. Jenna's breath caught at the sight, her body already clenching in anticipation.

He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the tree as he guided himself to her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails raking down his back as he pushed into her, stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure almost too much to bear, but she craved more, needed more.

He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her gasping. Each thrust drove her higher, the friction against her sensitive flesh pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the change in him, the way his muscles bunched beneath her fingers, the low growl that rumbled in his chest. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn't care—all she cared about was the way he made her feel, the way he made her want.

The world narrowed to the two of them, the moonlight, and the heat of their bodies. She could feel it building again, that tight, hot coil of pleasure, ready to snap. And when it did, it tore through her with the force of a hurricane, her cries echoing through the forest as he followed her over the edge.

They collapsed together, his body covering hers, their breathing harsh and uneven in the aftermath. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent another shiver down her spine. She could feel the slight tremor in his muscles, the lingering tension of the change that had almost overtaken him.

But now, in the quiet of the forest, he was just a man—a man who had claimed her in every way possible.

As they lay there, tangled in each other, Jenna knew she would return to this place, again and again, drawn by the call of the wild and the man who had awakened something fierce within her.