Helen POV
Justin kept me on his knee as he announced to the entire arena about the first event. I leaned into his solid chest and he brushed a hand down my thigh, feeling my warm skin as the dress hugged me impossibly tight.
The first duel started in the dirt arena and I pulled from my mate slightly, straining to see the fight between wolves, but Justin ran his hand around my lower back and pulled me back into his chest.
His lips found my cheek, then my shoulder and the inner run of my throat.
I panted and collapsed like putty into his muscles.
He purred a laugh and made out with the mating mark, sending sparks deep into my s*x. I writhed in his lap, using his knee to apply pressure onto my sensitive clit.
He snickered and lifted his knee up more, playing into my innocent need to
