Hamilton grins and leans forward a little, and then, he cups between her legs, drawing a strangled gasp past her lips. His fingers rubs over the seam. The material is stretched too tightly for her to feel his fingers directly on her skin, but she feels enough, just the illusion of his fingers directly against her parted lips is enough to make her keen iwth one.
"We're going to have to buy you a whole new wardrobe at the rate we're ruining your clothes," Hamilton murmurs.
Before she can ask what, he means, the bones in his hands shifts and his nails sharpen into claws. There are hints of fur on the back of his hand, showing the animal side of him without shame. He taps the sharp tip of his claw to the front of her shirt and slowly, he slides his finger down the buttons of the only formal
