Cerulean Cape crustacean frustration

"Bite me," he answered, rakish and bold, his eyes glinting. He braced to meet her lunge, receiving her against the muscle of his chest as their jaws met in a spar. The touch of his fangs against her skin was rough but skilled; he boasted a sleek control over himself in this way, and would not draw blood without intending. And, at least for now, he did not intend to bleed her. Though he was not known to linger close to others for long, he entertained her in his space, in play, gradually affording her the chance to overpower him if she wished.

I left the end open for you to decide on :)