She shook at his words, angered and fearful, but not enough. She had conceded to the fight, but she was still screaming inside to be free. Her anger clouding her judgment, she pulled back her lips in a sneer as the words tore apart her hopes, as he tore apart her clothes. She retaliated, his ear and jaw close to her fangs as he whispered in her ear. If she was going to be humiliated in public, than she was going to leave him with a few humiliations of his own. She rubbed her cheek against his in a meek show, before attempting to sink her fangs into his jaw.<br/><br/>She wasn't some weak bitch to go all gooey under a dominant male. If he was going to be an ass about this, then she would show him a bitch. She ached, was on her back with a dragon between her legs, and he was teasing and tormenting her. She only wanted privacy. If this was his idea of being her mate, he was going to get one hell of a rude awakening.