Nefretiri
"This isn't going to work," I scowl at my jeans. I'd attempted to fix them by tying the shreds together since Ivan hadn't wholly destroyed them. Still, the remaining holes were big, and I could not pull this look off.
Forget the state of my panties. Those things were too far gone to be saved. So that left me in my halter top, covered in blood stains and dirt from the rocks. Between that and the state of my hair and face, I looked like a disaster.
"Here," Ivan walks up, takes the shirt off me, and leaves me in my bra.
"Oh, so you're saying I should go naked?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Makes sense. I mean, werewolves are comfortable running around with no clothes on."
"Ha, ha," Ivan scowls at my joke. "I think not."
"What?" I purr, enjoying the fact I'm getting under his skin. "You don't want anyone seeing me naked?"
"Fuck no," Ivan growls quickly. "Only me."