Pitch black hair started growing all over Deucalion's body. In just a few seconds he becomes a hybrid between a wolf and a human. He was on her faster than the blink of an eye, shoving her down on her back, head slamming on to the arm of the couch. Fear shined out of her blue eyes.
"Deucalion-,"
Reaching between them, he ripped her jeans with his claws from waist to crotch and then shoved them down along with her panties. Her small hands pushed at his chest.
"No, Deucalion. Stop. I'm not in the mood tonight. We need to talk about this." Her voice was a couple octaves higher from fear.
Too f*****g bad. He gripped both of her wrists in one hand, pulling her arms over her head. With the other hand, he grabbed the throw blanket and stuffed the corner of it into her mouth to keep her from t
