He couldn’t help but bait her, because it accomplished all manner of things he wanted her to do. He wanted to get under her skin, to make her want him and most of all, he wanted her to react just as she was…with force. Areo had little doubt that Leighton would eventually give in to him, but he would enjoy her dalliance with dominance over him. He would oh so enjoy it. At least until she drew his blood.
With a hiss Caseareo yanked at that flood of chestnut and then ravaged her mouth, lapping at the taste of his own blood on her tongue. There were no words to express the roll of wolf within him and that touch of copper, and as he pulled away from her his smile was devious and full of wickedness, “Two can play that game.” But instead of going straight for the Ulfric’s throat, Areo bowed her back to expose those beautiful breasts to him. Gently his hand caressed her, lavishing attention over the sensitive buds, until he bent to take one in his mouth while his free hand ground her pelvis against his own. As payback, Areo let the wolf loose just enough to extend his canines and then quickly nipped at her breast enough to draw a thin like of blood which he began to suckle at.