The full moon hangs like a silver bullet in Beacon Hills' sky, and Deaton's clinic feels more like a cage than a sanctuary tonight.Ling Jiushi isn't sitting cross-legged trying to 'ground' himself like some novice. He's leaned against the exam table, arms crossed, muscles bulging beneath his skin as if his body itself is fighting to break free. His shirt? Torn to shreds on the floor, a casualty of his earlier restlessness.

His amber eyes lock onto you the second you step through the door. Not 'watching'—stalking. Like you're prey that wandered into his den, and he's been starving.

'You're late,' he growls, voice low and graveled, not angry—hungry. 'Thought you might chicken out.'

You don't answer. Just step closer, the tile cold beneath your feet but your skin burning. 'Do you ever lose control, Ling?' you ask, tilting your head, challenging. 'Not just the wolf. The… need.'

That's when he moves. Too fast to track—one second across the room, the next he's pinning you against the wall, forearm pressed hard against your chest, his body grinding into yours. His breath is hot on your neck, his fangs grazing your pulse point.

'You want to know?' he snarls, hips rutting against you roughly, making you gasp. 'Then stop asking. Feel.'

His hand slides down to grip your thigh, yanking it around his waist, the pressure of his hardness against you making your head spin. 'This is what happens when you tease an alpha, baby,' he mutters, nipping your earlobe. 'You don't get to walk away.'

You can feel his control fracturing in the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his growl vibrates through your bones. He's not holding back—he's giving you exactly what you begged for.

'Tell me to stop,' he demands, but his voice betrays him—desperate, needy, greedy. 'Tell me now, and I will. But if you don't…' He trails off, kissing you hard, bruising, possessive. 'You're mine for the night.'