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.

made her highly sought after. But that was

that was

things did bother her. She had just been a

showing me 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 that I

didn't make

worried about me catching her

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

grabbing Joselin’s arm, inviting her to join them. I let a loud growl fill the room as I pulled her in front of me and continued

was significantly lighter and colder, almost refreshing, and

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

home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same position we had been

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

may have masked yourself with that illusion, but everything about the real you has been imprinted into my

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

my place, I would tell her never to 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 the other side. The demons in her mind were another story. I had no idea what battle I was fighting to

feeling uneasy having her in that position when it

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

whisper was met with

her mouth and 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 as I felt the

almost desperate for more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to

widened before she masked her expression as she

with her straddling me, I could

clamped down on her bare thighs as she leaned

low moan in my ear that had me digging my fingers

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

"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 something

as she grabbed my suit jacket in her fists.

and kept my hands on her legs even though it took everything in me not

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 to breeding with anyone we wanted. Now we were limited to finding our fated or marking a willing mate due to what happened a few months