Justin POV
Seeing her on her knees before me was difficult.
She smelled of that damn rogue and I needed it to go away, I needed to claim her in my aura and aroma. It was impossible not to see the dismay and the shame on her features, though.
“Get up,” I growled at last, trembling to hold back my Lycan from pinning her to the ground and f*****g her into next week. “Come here, mate.”
I held her hand as she stood, her eyes wide and wet and violated. She wiped her pink, raw eyes and blinked back some composure, though I could tell it was hard for her to do so.
“Follow me,” I breathed.
I steadily, and wearily, led my mate outside the arena. There was still an edge of a buzz, of action that had been left over from the event today. I couldn’t believe how another harmless day of activity
