[She feels like she's soaked and even though she's not a wolf, she knows that her arousal was in the room. That it could be smelt by any wolf that walked into this place or came close to it. Something that made her cheeks redden a bit. Just the idea of others knowing that she was aroused...

The huntress shivers slightly at the feel of those hands sliding up under her top. Hands that were warm to the touch and she bites her bottom lip before grabbing the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off. Leaving her in just her bra. Her own hands moving down along the top of Derek's pants, letting fingers ghost over flesh.]