My golden eye wolf

As the clock strikes 12 my wolf came out to play
He circles me with his fluffy body with death in his eyes
His claws tighten around my neck Looking into me as if he can see my soul with his mesmerising golden eyes
Somehow I feel safe. Nobody knows but me that in this beast there is a man
A man call Sam. He's an outcast. Nobody knows about his true form but me.
He sniffs and then shifted painfully into my sam. The heat between is leg was thick. I know what he wants. He shed my clothes and entered with the growl of a beast in heat. When our body collides, the earth shook and the world crumbled. My body rippled with pleasure and sweet ecstacy when he sunk his teeth in my tender flesh. Pain was mixed with pleasure it felt so good. He landed a tender kiss on my lips and cheeks. Then he left without a promise of tomorrow. But I will wait for my wild wolf to come again on the next eve of the full moon.