She tried not to stare at him. He stood before her in just his t-shirt, and his cock was still at half-mast. He ought to look ridiculous; instead he looked ultimately male and she wanted to fuck him all over again. And again and again and again...
"I need to think about it," he said.
"What?" She jumped to her feet, fury wiping out the lust instantly. "You need to think about it?"
"I never promised you anything." He shrugged his broad shoulders and turned to pick up his jeans. "I figured we were still negotiating and you just..." He trailed off, guesting to his cock with a wink.
"You asshole." She wanted to rip his throat out. Her hands shifted, dark gray fur flowing down her arms. Her claws popped out again and she felt her wolf roar inside her, ready to be unleashed. She tensed, ready to spring at him.
Arkady moved so fast she barely had time to register it, grabbing her arms and pinning them to her sides. "Now, now," he said. "If you can't take out this Enoch guy, you don't stand a chance with me, sweetheart."