The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty-Eight: Tobias

Tobias's p.o.v.

Three days.

She had been gone for three days. I was out of my mind. My temper was short, and I hadn't slept much. I wanted her home.

It wasn't the first time she had been ordered away on one assignment or another, but this time seemed longer than the rest. I knew it was because I was impatient to mark her now that we were finally working through our issues. But I was on the verge of breaking Killian's orders and chasing after her to ensure she was okay.

The first night, I sat at the border where she left me and waited. A small part of me hoped she would return that night, even though I knew it wasn't realistic. She didn't.

The next day, I received the good news that the flooring for the house had arrived early, and I spent the entire day and most of the night installing it and fixing the drywall. All my energy was put into the house to get it done before she got home.

One day three, I had a crew come in and paint the house so I wouldn't have to deal with the fumes. I had to pay them double for the last-minute contract, but it was worth it.

That night I was lying in bed, unable to sleep or find a comfortable position. My beast was as anxious as I was. I could feel him wanting to take control, go find her, and fight by her side. He had chosen her as much as I had. She waste be mine.

My hand wandered over to the empty side of the bed as I dreamed of what it would be like to have her in it. I wanted to be able to roll over and hold her or touch her, to lose myself in her. Everything about her, her taste, her smell, and the little breathy moans she lets out were on replay in my dreams.

Every night I pictured her beneath me, on top of me, pinned up against the wall.... Every night, I dreamed about what it would be like when I finally got those breathy moans to turn into her screaming my name as I thrust into her, feeling her walls tighten around me.

It all ended the same way, with me waking up aching for her and facing the frustration that she wasn't here. I would find myself in the shower fisting my cock as I pictured how she had rubbed her pussy shamelessly on my mouth the only night I had her in my bed.

With each pump of my hand, I remembered how her lips parted, and she sighed so sweetly in pleasure when I gently bit her nipples. Then I would cum hard, dreaming about the day she would kneel before me, and I would let my release shoot onto her chest.

drip down her breasts almost as much as I wanted to see

utterly obsessed with

doorbell rang as I rubbed my towel over my hair, and I scowled. I really hated that thing and would need to remove it.

grit my teeth as I finished getting dressed

frosted glass on the front door, and I pulled it open violently, growling as her finger left the button for the third time and the chime rang through the house

group growing up, and even then, she got on my nerves.

chimed. Her voice was almost as irritating to my ears as the doorbell was, and I

wasn't welcome in there. That wasn't the home I wanted to sell. She had no business stinking up my home with her scent, covering what was left

front steps of the porch, and began making my way down the sidewalk with the door left

I wasn't following her, she released a small peppy "Oh!" before chasing

but you want to jump straight to it! I respect that. Let's see what

push her shoulder and send her out into the street in front of a car. The only problem with that was that I needed her. She had the fasted

she could get anyone to sign anything as long as they knew it

today. The majority of the pack was of the same mindset that I was.

be all it took. I could tell everyone what

the house came into sight. The new coat of paint looked great, but I still hated everything about

there was no sign hanging from it yet, but it made me feel more confident about Blanche selling this home. Blanche moved fast and was ready

as quickly as it had come when she broke away, skipping past me and up the front

chew this chick right up and then

have a potential buyer, but he would want to make a few changes before he agrees." She turned to me, and I glared at her before shaking my head. If she had read the email I sent her, it said as-is condition. I had already done

I have an open house scheduled for this weekend...." She continued, using the tip of her pen to

out front, waiting as she walked through the house without me. I was

head, and my back straightened. I needed to see her