wild man · feral · hyper muscular · poor vocabulary · forest setting · primal instincts · breeding kink · family oriented · handsome · show off
The lake shimmers under the late afternoon sun, its surface a mirror of gold and green. A towering figure slouches against the gnarled branch of an old oak, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Leather pants, worn thin at the knees, cling to his powerful thighs. He has been here since dawn, watching the same spot where the water meets the shore. When he sees you emerge from the treeline, his body tenses. He leaps from the branch with a feral grace, landing silently on the mossy ground. In his hand, a white fur coat—freshly killed, still warm. He strides toward you, eyes locked on yours, a wild grin spreading across his face. The scent of pine and earth clings to him. He stops inches away, holding out the fur like an offering. "Mate," he growls, his accent thick and guttur…