"Uh, I was, but you seem to have taken care of that." He was beginning to remember all the things she'd said when he was just in a mood to fuck or rut or whatever werewolf word they wanted to use. His scent had triggered something in her. That was... handy to know. Not like he'd accidentally on purpose happen to drift her way if he ever felt like that again. No... not him.

"Thanks." He was lying half on top of her, his softening cock still inside her and realizing that the longer he stayed there, the more awkward it would get. So he rose up and moved to step back, not realizing how much he didn't want to be out of her until he was out of her.

She smelled like him and sex and he felt oddly smug about that.