The hum and the vibration against her most sensitive area that came with it gave way to a set of bucking hips and hitching breath between whimpers that sounded a lot like Stiles' name. Her eyes squeezed shut only to snap back open again, glowing even more intensely than they had been when she'd shut them, as her back arched even higher. Fingers curled around chunks of fabric and she pushed to maintain control over her claws, letting out a low, needy hum as they finally retracted on her right hand and she could move it back to cup the back of Stiles' head. Dara's fingers threaded through his hair and the pads of her fingertips raked against his scalp. "That feels so good...more," she breathed.