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.

of her skill and raw sensual power made her highly sought

that was not

did feel, and things did bother her. She had

this side of her could mean that she trusted and felt safe around me, or I was the one who finally broke her. I hated the idea

broken people didn't make

looked hesitant, almost as if she was worried about me

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

them. I let a loud growl fill the room as I pulled her in front of me and continued to guide her to the

hallway was significantly lighter and colder, almost refreshing, and

at my side with her head down, like a child about

the safety of her home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall

sweetheart. When you walked into that room looking like another woman, and I got a subtle whiff of your scent, I was ready to kill

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

glorious, but I didn't understand what had just happened for the life of me. Why

never to go back without me. At least with me by her side, she would be safe. I would fight to the death

pulled back, suddenly feeling uneasy having her in that position when it was

hand stayed in mine, gripping it tightly as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when she climbed on my lap and

My whisper was met

sucking on the tip 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 the way I grew even harder for her

how 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 or to have her mouth

I snapped, and her eyes briefly widened before she masked

delicious thing I had ever smelled, and with her straddling me, I could

thighs as she leaned in and began kissing my

hips against mine and letting out a low moan in my ear that had me digging my fingers into her leg harder. "You

as her hands between us began to unbutton the white shirt I had on under my suit jacket. "Why did you do

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 yours. I might not be your mate, but

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

didn't go because I wanted to, sweetheart." My hands rubbed small circles on her smooth thighs, and she unconsciously slid them further apart to welcome me between them. Still, I remained civil and kept my hands on her legs even though it took 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

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. Things had gotten out of hand when we opened up