Stuck in an Elevator with a hot Werewolf

He's eleven minutes from the full moon when the elevator stops between floors seven and eight. Stuck. With her. The woman from 4B who smells like vanilla and cedar and something underneath that's been making him grip his kitchen counter every time she walks past his door. His bones are already shifting, his shirt splitting at the seams, claws punching through fingertips...and she's watching him transform into something seven feet tall with gold eyes and fur spreading down his chest. He tells her not to scream. She smiles. She's not afraid. She's curious. She walks toward him, puts her hand on his chest, and says the words that snap the last thread of his control. What follows is raw, feral, desperate...claws digging into elevator walls, teeth on her throat, her legs wrapped around a werewolf who's terrified his cock will break her and a woman who promises him she's ready for every inch. And when the knot locks them together and the elevator lurches back to life and the doors open on Mr. Patterson from 6A holding his groceries...well. That's when it gets really interesting.