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.

rumors of her skill and raw sensual power made her highly sought after. But that was before when nothing

that was not the

it all she wanted, but she did feel, and things did bother her. She had just been a master at showing it until the weight of it

mean that she trusted and felt safe around me, or I was the one who finally broke her. I hated the idea that I was or had hurt her while trying to heal myself, but

broken people didn't make

as if she was worried about me catching her using

hers as I turned, pulling her from the room. We needed to talk, and it

arm, inviting her to join them. I let a loud growl fill the room

the hallway was significantly lighter and colder,

right back to her tower. She walked at my side with her head down,

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

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

to have forgotten 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

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

go 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

uneasy having her in that position when it was clear she had been

it tightly as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when

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

from the conversation. While it wasn't going to work, I also couldn't help the way I grew even harder for her as I felt

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

briefly widened before she masked her expression as

delicious thing I had ever smelled, and with her straddling me, I could feel the warmth between her

thighs as she leaned

rocking her hips against mine and letting out a low moan in my ear that had me digging my fingers into her leg harder. "You sure felt like you were enjoying

us began to unbutton the white shirt I had on

on her skin vibrated violently. "Isn't the better question, why did you go to the mating mixer? I thought you said I was yours. I might not be your mate, but it meant

jacket in her fists. She was livid,

legs even though it took everything in me not to rip her panties off

them to have children. Things had gotten out of hand when we opened up to breeding with