The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty-Six: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

They moved me with purpose, pulling me closer to the mountain briskly. It would work in my favor as they knew where to step and what areas of the mountain to avoid.

The brunette had been much stronger than I had expected, and she pulled out the dagger with ease, her body instantly producing a layer of thick green moss to cover and heal her wound. But as she played with my weapon, staring at me with malice, I knew she would not be gentle when she had her turn with me.

I wasn't planning on it going that far, though. While my body was burning up and wetness had pooled between my legs, my mind cleared quickly.

But it was still hard to think about anything other than getting relief, and I had to imagine this was similar to how wolves felt when they were in heat. I could have jumped on anything that moved and fucked it until my last breath. But I knew better. The siren blood I had ingested years ago had done its job.

Woodland nymphs were practically cousins to sirens. They shared enough that my resistance to the siren compulsion helped me keep control mentally even though my body was turning on me.

The feeling of fingers running down my arm made me turn to the shortest of the three nymphs. Her belly was large, with purple and black veins covering the skin. She was pregnant, whoever their last male victim was had done his job, and now the others wanted a turn.

She sent me a wicked smile, licking her lips in a way that made me think she wanted to actually eat me and not just play with me.

"What is a witch like you doing out here? Surely, you weren't planning on taking our toy, were you?" Her taunt was followed by leaning in closer and taking a deep breath before glancing down to my hips with a low ticking noise in the back of her throat like a bug. "Mh, you smell so sweet!"

I wanted to curl my lip in disgust but caught myself and smiled at her. If she weren't pregnant, she would be the first to go. I debated whether to show her mercy or end her with the rest of them. Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced down at the bite mark suspiciously.

Clearly, my acting needed a little work. As her eyes turned to my face, I glanced down at her breasts, licking my lips seductively to distract her. "I like toys."

The brunette in front of me stopped walking, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pressed the tip of my dagger into the pad of her finger.

I came to a halt, the lack of movement intensifying the desperate aching between my legs. My thighs pressed together, and while it wasn't necessary, I let out a slight whine to emphasize my discomfort. They seemed pleased by the sound and smirked at me.

"But do you like pain?"

Its small movements reminded me of how dirt moved when worms or insects were right at the

Ignorance. Play ignorant, Joselin.

my wrist was grabbed before I could touch myself. I didn't need shit beyond to take my knives back and to cut out their hearts. But I had a part to play if I wanted them to take me as far up the mountain

they lived and another where the creature was hiding. Before we got

them pull me into their nest without

up behind me and bitten me turned this time. They were definitely on to me. I was

someone under an Oread's compulsion before. My knowledge of what happened from a bite was limited to what I had read

there." Her smooth and seductive voice made me shiver, and I could still see my blood on her lips. She smiled, her look of suspicion

around my arm. Nothing was less attractive than the smear of green on my arm when she stepped away from the patch of moss and

of how Tobias would lick my neck to leave his scent on me. She was marking me, and I could feel

realized there wasn't

sunk into the tree. The bark covered her, leaving the defined outline of her body in its trunk, but it continued to pulse over her stab wound. My dagger was still in her hand, and I bit back a groan, knowing I

staring at the nymph with my favorite blade, catching myself before looking down and seeing the

I recognized the pattern as a web of bones

women as they excitedly surrounded me. Four.

The effects were wearing off, and

I was a teenager, and I wouldn't let them get the upper hand again. My backpack had been taken from me, and I could hear one of them going

my hands going into her hair to distract her, preparing to snap her neck. She let out a high-pitched clicking sound as she tilted her head to the side. Her eyes were the same dark green as algae, but the iris was oval shaped, giving me the feeling that she could see right through me as her hands

cheek before she let out a hiss of air and pressed her hands down, forcing

having already taken too long, debating how I wanted to attack. I had already made the mistake of unknowingly letting them take me to their den,

my head as she spread

I felt another spreading my jean-covered legs, my knees digging into the

as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath through her nose before mewling with excitement. "So sweet, so sweet."

The redhead cooed again, throwing one

one thing I hated more than the council, and that was someone below me, thinking they