"I guess you were," she whispered along his lip, as she ran her own lips against his. She kept running her hands along his chest, and back, unable to get her fill of touching him. She glanced around her at the dead vamps then back at Travis. Although she knew what he had done, with his power play, she chose not to acknowledge it with any outward sign. Her wolf however was more then happy at its choice in mate and wanted to know what had taken Leighton so long. She jerked her head in the direction of the bar.
"Shall we go home?" She asked, her turquoise eyes shining with playful sexuality. "Perhaps round two?" Walking away, she shot over her shoulder as she sauntered away, "that is if you can keep up wolf boy."