Wolven Reign: The Feral Wolf

She had no words to describe him except for 'perfect'. Alicia realised it might come off as rude to just stare at someones face. Her dark eyes dropped low and accidentally came face to face with the man's crotch, she noticed how the denim was slightly faded around his junk.
Her mouth grew dry and she couldn't help as her tongue slightly drifted out to coat her red painted lip with moisture even though in the back of her mind she knew deep down that it wouldn't suffice. At this moment he didn't want anything more than to tug on her luscious lips as she licked them, her scent drove him into madness. his fists tightening thinking of all the things he could do with those lips.
She watched the black denim of his jeans tighten around his crouch when he walked, a drop of shame seeped into her consciousness but a larger part in her wanted him to notice her and notice he did.

Decades have passed since the Wolves won the century-long war against humans. Under the beasts' rule, humans suffered misery and poverty, years later the tension between the species only grew. Alicia had lived under the wolven reign for the majority of her life and has seen the destruction and injustice they brought to the world, but when she met a stranger at the local diner she couldn't help but feel the pull to the powerful beast.