As his hand slipped between her legs, even through the denim she could feel him. Leighton growled against the side of his throat, using her hand hold in his soft hair to wretch his neck to the side, scenting along his exposed throat, her other hand still around the base of her throat. She knew that she was at a distinctive disadvantage, but it didn't matter. The fact that he would win this fight wasn't the point. The point was he had to work for it, and she wasn't going to roll over for him. His words sounded like a challenge, were a challenge to her. And neither the woman or the wolf backed down from a challenge.
The sight of Areo aroused was something that Leighton found empowering. It didn't matter that most of it probably had nothing to do with her, but with the blood, power, and full moon so close. She would never admit to anyone that she had thought of this, of this power struggle with him since she had met him, dreamed of the older more experienced man taking her, forcing her to accept that he was more dominant then she. Heat flooded through her at the thought of the dreams, vivid and exciting.
However that didn't mean she was going to just take it. Her lips moved down his neck, to that place where his neck met his shoulder, and bit, hard enough to leave a mark and draw blood, marking him.