Elara Wang stood before the tall, silvery mirror in her cramped bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The sheer white gown clung to her voluptuous body like liquid silk, completely see-through under the dim light. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, dark pink nipples stiff and clearly visible, begging for attention. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy except for the tiny black thong that was already damp with her nervousness and forbidden arousal.

She looked like a slut. A desperate, unmated she-wolf ready to be claimed.

And tonight, that was exactly what...