He doesn't disappoint, and this has her venom irises shining with glee. Oh, to have such a friend in such a new place was a wonderful thing indeed. Seline knew that if ever needed, or ever simply wanted- she could find Eric and they would have their fun. They would always have their fun. There was no Cade here to weasel her way inbetween them- her daughter was far away, back within Andere and there she would stay. This was Seline's domain, and though she might miss her Satanican kin, it was her life to life and do as she pleased. It had never stopped her before, and would not stop her any time soon. If she was anything, the Satanican Queen was stubborn and hard headed. There was none that could deter her; none at all.

Because he is Eric, when he turns to look upon her, piercing her with that glacial gaze of his, she is tensing for but a moment and then shuddering, her entire frame enveloped in the sensual pleasure of it all. He always held her that way, entraced her with his light gaze, and she would never have it any other way. Blood dripping enticingly from his jaw, and though he moved, so did the one of blood and snow. While he aimed to grasp her scruff to force her head down, her own jaws parted to caress his crimson stained jaw with her long pink tongue. She reveled in the taste and warmth of it, a low, rumbling growl within her chest as she obeyed him if only with a slight struggle. She is pushed lower to the soil than him, and he's moving forward- draping his frame over hers in his dominance and bringing out a slow and low chuckle. Half of her was tempted to buck him off, to turn the tables- but she wanted to draw this out, to enjoy it long as she could.

Seline allows him his fun, his moments in the spot light, and when he murmurs to her before moving his muzzle, raking his fangs along her before finding his mark- her growl of pleasure is so deep that it would go undetected if not for the intimate contact between them. It's a deep and sultry vibration between the two, even as her muscles flex and she pushes up against him. She does not move to rid herself of his weight- oh no. She moves to push closer, to be closer and to feel more of him, of his heat and his soft, succulent pelt. Turning her jaw to the side, she aims for the inside of his thigh, her fangs seeking to find purchase there albeit not deep. She wouldn't want to maim one her favourite wolves, of course. Instead, she seeks to barely delve beneath the surface, but to give him long marks in the process. They are shallow but they bleed well, drenching his limb in crimson if he had allowed her touch. Already, her own scruff is dyed the crimson of her markings, for when they were together, they were both of Satanican blood through and through. Eric did not hold the true colour, but he was one regardless, for Seline had decided it long ago. He was more than worthy, and always one to play her games with her.

Washing her tongue gently against his new wounds, she moves to nuzzle him then and push herself in a way so that she slipped out from beneath him- but not for long. She's soon pressed up against him, arching her spine and moving in such a way that she had to go very low to weave between his legs. Once through his hindlegs, she came back up along his side, now paralell with him, her parted jaws raking her fangs along his own scruff before finding his ear. Applying pressure there, she sought to pierce a fang through it completely, wanting to know how he would deal with the pain and how he would retalliate. She wanted him to show her, and expressed it with more than her actions. "Show me you've missed my taste, darling.."