Feeling terrible about herself after a string of bad dates, Jennifer goes to clear her head in the woods of Oregon. She encounters someone who is attracted to her - a werewolf.

Chapter 1 here https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1dzo738/the_wolf_wants_to_tempt_her_m40sf30s_werewolf/

Chapter 2

Jennifer stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over her body, but it did little to wash away the memory of the werewolf's touch.

Her mind replayed the encounter on a loop—his strong hands gripping her waist, his tongue trailing sensually along her neck, and the raw intensity in his eyes as he spoke. Embarrassment mingled with the lingering arousal, making her feel confused and vulnerable.

Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and paced around the small cabin. The encounter had left her restless, her thoughts tangled in a web of fear and desire. Unable to sleep, she found herself drawn to the window, staring out into the dark forest that now seemed both menacing and alluring.

She thought about the werewolf, about the way he had looked at her, and the forbidden thrill of being desired by such a powerful creature.

The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more they consumed her. Finally, she gave in to the urge that had been building inside her since the encounter.

Jennifer lay down on her bed, the cool sheets against her skin a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her legs. She closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to take over. In her mind, the werewolf prowled closer, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness. She could almost feel his breath on her skin, warm and primal.

With a shaky hand, she reached down, her fingers finding their way to her clit. She circled it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as the fantasy deepened. In her mind, the werewolf loomed over her, his body pressing against hers, his cock hard and ready. She imagined him entering her, filling her completely, his knot stretching her wide.

Her fingers moved faster, mimicking the thrusts she imagined the werewolf making. The sensation was electric, building with each pass of her fingers. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head. The fantasy grew wilder, more intense, as if the werewolf himself was guiding her hand.

"Yes," she gasped, her body arching off the bed. "More, please."

The words escaped her lips before she could stop them, a plea to the imaginary beast that held her captive in her own mind. Her orgasm built like a storm, a fierce and unrelenting force that threatened to consume her. With one final, desperate motion, she came, her body shuddering under the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

For a moment, she lay there, spent and breathless, the aftershocks still rippling through her body.

It was only when she opened her eyes and saw the open window, the curtains fluttering in the breeze, that she realized her mistake.