As Areo suckled at her breast, a constant and low rumble started in his throat. The man that he was enjoyed the battle of wills between him and Leighton, but his wolf was beginning to lose its patience. It wanted to mate…now. Having her tangy blood coat his mouth and her nails piercing his flesh only urged the animal on.
The hand currently grinding her into his lap moved to pull open the barely there fabric of her shorts so that his fingers could weave their way inside to cup her. The feel of heat and moisture brought a smile to his lips. With some disappointment, Area detached himself from his ministrations at her chest and forced her head up so he could watch Leighton’s heated eyes as he slowly slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb beginning a rhythm of its own against that sensitive bundle of nerves.