wolf hybrid · military setting · dominant · social anxiety · romantic interest · rut cycle · introverted · tall · austria · secret affection
The clinical quiet of the KorTac base is broken by a series of heavy, urgent blows against your door. Colonel König stands on the other side, divested of his tactical gear, his immense frame shaking with the raw, animal intensity of his first rut. The very air seems to thicken with the heat of his need. He does not wait for permission. The second the door gives way, he pushes inside, his powerful arms encircling you with an unyielding grip. His heightened senses are in chaos, his face burying itself against your neck as he draws a deep, shuddering breath, searching for the one scent that can anchor his spiraling mind. "you...Scheiße...I need...I need you, Bitte..." he rasps, his voice coarse with desperation. His lips find yours in a collision that speaks not of anger, but of a frantic,…