She chose wrong, and at her dare, Areo’s metaphysical beast swept toward Leighton with a howl at the same instant he physically sprang. Taking hold of her, he spun her around so that her back was to him as he crushed her against the sink. Wrapping a hand around her throat, just as she had done to him, he brought her head back against his shoulder so he could whisper in her ear. “Why are you so afraid to take what you want, Leighton?” As Areo spoke, his other hand caressed the still bare flesh of her chest until it descended to literally rip apart the front of her shorts. His fingers found their way back toward her heat and he pressed her body into his own; her ass grinding into his pelvis.
There were many ways that Areo could fight this battle. He could try and call her wolf, overpower her physically, which he eventually would when she tired..but this was so much more effective. The hand that held her neck shifted subtly and wolf claws pricked at her soft skin. Licking the side of Leighton’s face, Areo told her, “This is why you should be fear me, little Ulfric. I make what I want, mine.” And right now, he wanted the female in his arms.