The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty: Tobias

Tobias's P.O.V.

I smelled her as soon as she walked in. I would know her scent anywhere. But the woman that made her way to me was not mine. She was beautiful, but she belonged to someone else, i

For a moment, I wanted to kill her. I wanted to string her up by her toes until she told me where my witch was and why she had her scent all over her. Then she ran her tongue up the side of my neck, and I knew. I would know her touch anywhere, no matter what face she was wearing.

My body reacted instantly, and I was excited to see what game my woman was playing this time. She loved her games. She loved teasing me.

But as I held her against the wall, her body trembled. But it was not in a good way. I could smell her desire but sense her despair. She wasn't enjoying this.

Her head snapped back over to me, her eyes widening at my words.

"You know?" Her breathless question sounded closer to her normal voice, but it still wasn't right. I didn't like it.

I softly kissed her lips before smirking at her. "Sweetheart, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"

The room was growing louder with every passing minute. It was almost midnight, and those who weren't interested in the event that was about to occur had already gone home or were on their way out. I would have been leaving with them if Joselin hadn't shown up.

There were gasps, moaning, and the sound of flesh slapping together. I had never been a fan of involving myself in that situation, but that didn't mean I wouldn't occasionally watch, especially when Joselin was involved.

The noises were spurring me on, but nothing could compare to the feeling of my witch pressed up against me, even in the skin she was currently wearing.

The wet streak down her face stopped me from lifting her against the wall and sinking deep into her.

My thumb ran over the trail, drying her cheek as I looked between her cerulean blue eyes. They were nice, but they weren't hers. I wanted her back. Her crying told me this wasn't a game for her as I had thought. This hurt her, and I wanted to make sure that whatever I did, I would never make the same mistake again.

"Change,’’ I demanded quietly, lacing our fingers together but stepping back. I didn't know if she would need space to change back. Even if she didn't, I was greedy and wanted to see the real her.

Her body buzzed as she whispered to herself softly in Latin, and I felt relieved when she returned to normal. A few people made sounds of pleasure at seeing Joselin present.

and raw sensual power made her highly sought after. But that was before when nothing seemed to bother her, and she didn't care about anything

that

it all she wanted, but she did feel, and things did bother her. She had just

was the one who finally broke her. I hated the idea that I was or had hurt her while trying to heal myself,

broken people didn't make a whole,

as if she was worried about

I turned, pulling her from the room. We needed to talk, and it wasn't going

hand reached out, grabbing Joselin’s arm, inviting her to join them. I let a loud growl fill the

and colder, almost refreshing, and I felt my

her tower. She walked at my side with her head down, like a child about to be

soon as we were inside and in the safety of her home, I spun her around and pressed her

another woman, and I got a subtle whiff of your scent, I was ready to kill you. I wanted to know why that woman smelled like you." She shuddered as I ran my tongue up her neck, mimicking her

is that I know your touch and your smell. It is even better that I can still smell myself on you. You may have masked yourself with that illusion, but everything about the real you has been imprinted into my brain. You can't hide from me. Ever." The low growl behind my words was followed by her giving a slight shudder as

was glorious, but I didn't understand what had just happened for the life

back without me. At least with me by her side, she would be safe. I would fight to the death to ensure she would come out on the other side. The demons in her mind were another story. I had no idea what battle

feeling uneasy having her in that position when it

walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when she climbed on my

you do it?" My whisper was met with a slight pause in

of my index finger. I knew she was trying to distract me from the conversation. While it wasn't going to work, I also couldn't help

she tasted and sounded last night, I was almost desperate for more. I wanted to know what it would feel like

her eyes briefly widened before she masked her expression as she

the most delicious thing I had ever smelled, and with her straddling me, I could feel the warmth between her legs from her dress riding

hands clamped down on her bare thighs as she leaned in and began

sure about that?" She teased, rocking her hips against mine and letting out a low moan in my ear that

us began to unbutton the white shirt I had on under

see the anger simmering under the surface as the marks on her skin vibrated violently. "Isn't the better question, why did you go to the mating mixer? I thought you said I was

her fists. She was livid, but I couldn't help it. I was fucking

everything in me not to rip her panties off and show her that she was mine. "I am unmated and had no choice. Until I mark you, I will be at every mating mixer, as will the other

kind had held out for their mates for the longest time, wanting to produce the strongest bloodlines possible. When they finally gave up the search, it was too late for them to have children.