"Don't do that," he moved over to her and lay his head on her lap, looking up at her. "Stay here with me until morning, and I'll prove I'm a werewolf. And I can keep you warm, too. That shirt stinks of him, and I don't like it," he snarled a little, and she froze.

"I don't want to stay naked with a wolf all night?"

That wolfish smile returned, and he lowered his head, "I think you do; you just don't want to admit you do." His tongue ran over her inner thigh, and she glanced toward the edge of the woods.

"Not fair," she whispered.

"Not going to...