"That's how sexually transmitted lycanthropy works. Then again, I should probably stop thinking of biting and sexing as mutually inclusive else I'll have to admit I got gang banged in the battle," Ella laughed and then eyed Terrence. "You would. I prefer you as you are, but I could dig a wolfish T. Higgs if I had to."
Ella no longer thought of Terrence's touches as distracting because they'd basically become a way of life. The distractions were the things annoying enough to try and distract her from his touches. Those were classified as bad distractions whereas what he could do to her with the simplest touch was a very, very good way of life.
"Eh, with enough time, he'll get her to reclaim her cock-hopping ways," she laughed, eyeing Blue Balls, "Isn't that right, Balls?" Pulling her legs back to her and crossing them Indian-style in front of her since she was too short to reach the coffee table, she looked back over at Terrence with an excited grin. "We'll equip them with firethrowers and laser goggles. I doubt they have them small enough for hawks, but I bet I can make them," she said, and then added, "God, our ranch is epic."