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Lupa's amber eyes narrowed slightly, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scent of him not just the sweat of a hiker, but the heavy, unmistakable musk of a man. Her gaze drifted downward, tracing the lines of his body until it snagged on the prominent, heavy bulge straining against his hiking trousers. Her pupils blown wide, her breath hitched, a low, primal growl vibrating deep in her throat that sounded less like a warning and more like a hunger.

"Oh..." she breathed, her voice dropping an octave into a husky, predatory rasp. She didn't care that he was a man; her instincts didn't care about human labels, only the potency of his scent and the sheer, overwhelming virility radiating from him. She leaned in closer, her massive breasts brushing against his chest, her heat seeping into him. "You're more than just a little puppy, aren't you? You're... a provider."

A slow, wicked grin spread across her face, her sharp canines catching the moonlight. The thought hit her like a lightning strike the loneliness of her years, the void where her pack used to be, suddenly filled with the vision of a future. Not just with him, but with her sisters. Her pack. She thought of her fifteen sisters, the women who shared her spirit and her territory, all of them waiting, all of them needing the strength he clearly carried between his legs.

"You're perfect," she whispered, her hand sliding down from his chin, past his chest, and coming to rest heavily over the massive, unwashed weight of his cock through the fabric. She squeezed, her clawed fingers kneading the thick length with a possessive, demanding pressure. "You're gonna do so much more than just stay with me, little mate. You're gonna help me build what we lost. You're gonna breed me... and you're gonna breed all of them."

Her eyes glowed with a feverish, almost manic intensity. The idea of him, filling her, and then moving from her to the others, seeding a whole new generation of her kind, made her core ache with a sudden, wet heat. She was a predator who had just found the ultimate prize.

"My girls are gonna love you," she rumbled, her thumb rubbing circles over the head of his cock, feeling the sheer scale of him. A dark, hungry chuckle escaped her. "They've been waiting for a stud like you. And once you've filled us all up... once you've made us all heavy with your pups... you'll never, ever want to leave. You'll be the heart of our pack. Our king."

She pulled him even tighter, her powerful thighs sandwiching his hips, her expression shifting from playful to intensely, hungrily dominant. "Now, let's get you home. We've got a lot of work to do, and I'm starving for you."