She was purposefully trying to bait him, and Areo would be damned but it was working. What self control he possessed was spent preventing him from either strangling her or turning her over his knee to spank her like the child she was behaving as. “Staphan would be pissed knowing that more than one assassin was basically sitting their ass inside of his territory last night.” Areo didn’t believe for a second that the other man wouldn’t be concerned for Leighton’s well being, but he wasn’t going to bolster her point by making mention of it.
“You wish,” he grumbled as he turned to mount the bike himself. “Hold on,” he told her as they pulled out into the afternoon sunshine. Two of the shifters bodies were gone; no doubt the result of the carrion feeders. Staphan was doing his best to drive them out, and Caseareo had every belief that the other man eventually would, but for now they roamed the streets after dark. The drive was blissfully quiet, though he was well aware of her hands around his waist. Even he was slightly unprepared for what he did once they were in front of Little Red’s. Before she could walk away from him, Areo grabbed her jacket and pulled her back to his side where his mouth sought out her own for a shattering kiss. Just as quickly, the Alpha released her and started the bike. “I’m only an enemy if you make me one, Leighton.” The words were filled with weight and a warning and then he was gone.