Those lovely turquoise eyes inspecting him was enough to arouse Areo’s beast, let alone the man. He wanted so much to reach out and run his fingers across her skin, so delicate and pale with a blush of freckles but he knew as Leighton spoke that her walls were back in place and it was time for her to return to her pack.
Rising, he didn’t refuse himself the opportunity to brush himself along her back, but once up retrieved a t-shirt and lounge pants from an adjacent drawer. “You should be able to draw the string tight enough on the pants so that they don’t fall off of you.” Leighton was running; refusing even to shower to remove his scent and a part of Caseareo was pleased. Let the little Ulfric run; he’d marked her as his own and she knew it as well as he did. “Once you’re dressed, I’ll take you back.” Oh yes, he would take her right up to her door to prove his point.