Drew lifted his head and our eyes met and held. His had gone wild, more like the eyes of the wolf he transformed into than his human ones.
"You asked for it," he snarled, voice as inhuman as his eyes.
Claws flashed, and my T-shirt went flying in tattered pieces, floating around us as he moved down and ripped my jeans off the same way. I could only gaze up at him, heart pounding, cock as hard as it could get.
His claws didn't frighten me, even when they grazed my balls as he tore off my boxer briefs. Drew wouldn't hurt me. And I trusted him with everything.
He never stopped looking at me, eating me alive with his eyes as he dropped the last few bits of my clothing and started on his own.
He could've just taken our clothes off…and then it occurred to me that he couldn't, that he'd lost control of his shift. Those claws weren't going anywhere, and it wasn't like he could get us undressed any other way.
