The Beast And The Blessed

Thirty-Eight: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

The slow movement of my arm being pulled across the bed made me stir. I hated sleeping on my back, and being there now was awful.

My body twisted, trying to roll back onto my side. But I couldn't move my legs, and my arms were over my head. I felt a brief moment of panic before I regained consciousness to realize that I still felt the sheets beneath me, and my restraints, while tight around my limbs, were soft.

Memories of my vision made me groan, and I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to deal with Rona right now. It wasn't like I could do anything to change what was going to or had already happened. If she hadn't found my hair yet, she would soon.

I had only gotten into her house the first time because Cyrus had accidentally knocked her out. Doing it a second time would not be an easy feat.

The sound of someone's tongue clicking in feigned disappointment made me blink several times to open my eyes.

"Sleeping in so late," Tobias stated from by my head as he pulled at my wrist once more before stepping back. "You're wasting a beautiful day."

His dark hair was wet and combed back, and he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower. It made me want to close my eyes and take in another lungful of his delicious scent, but with his shorts hung low on his hips, I couldn't look away.

I pulled my arms down, trying to cover my naked body as a shiver wracked through me when he pulled the thin blanket away, but I was trapped. I pulled at the fabric holding me to the bed posts, twisting my arms discretely to test my ability to get free.

Tobias chuckled darkly before moving around the bed and standing by my feet. His eyes devoured me, moving over my body slowly. I could practically feel his gaze sliding over my naked form like the gentle trailing of his fingertips without actually touching me.

Goosebumps rose along the surface of my skin, everywhere he looked, and my breathing became short and fast.

"I told myself that since it was your first time breaking this rule, disobeying me, I would give you a pass and take it easy on you." He said, his eyes stopping between my legs, and I knew he would see that I was becoming increasingly wet for him.

"I disobeyed you?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he kept his emotions masked behind his heated gaze. I couldn't tell if he was irritated by the question or amused.

"You brought that man into our house." He crossed his arms across his shirtless torso, his stance wide as he met my stare.

out a growl that made me tremble with excitement. He was in the mood

don't want men I don't trust hanging around my

he referred to me as his mate. Both rolled off his tongue and made their way

sure which answer I wanted. If he kept me tied here all day, I would be a happy woman, only if he was here with me. But as he said, this was my first offense of

woke up and still smelled him downstairs." He said, dropping his crossed arms and pulling

felt myself growing wetter at the feeling of his warm fingertips

need your mouth for

swallowed hard. "I have to go the

"Hold it."

I had been in many risque situations in my past, but I had almost always been in

he gave me, every demand that crossed his lips excited me

it up. I couldn't even explain why I did. It was as if I wanted to draw out this cat- and-mouse game even though I had already been caught. I was in his clutches, and I fucking loved

pressing into the mattress as he leaned forward. I picked my head up to watch him, shaking it as

dry lips parted, and I licked them eagerly. Me. I was the more important matter, or at least punishing me was. I wouldn't have

off when his hand started sliding

I will put that mouth to use after

the time he was done with me. The dream of tasting him had been going around my head for a long time, and while we had done many things,

time, he would pull away and

came out in a breathy whisper that had

He demanded, his hands wrapping around my shins as he gently slid them up my legs. His grip tightened around my thighs like he couldn't help himself from grabbing me harder, squeezing me tighter as he let out a growl. "I haven't even started with you, sweetheart, and look

contact with the bundle of nerves between my legs. Instead, he worked his way up my thigh. His lips, tongue, and teeth took turns tasting

was coiled as he finally hovered over

and throwing my head back.

fingers in his hair. I needed something, anything for leverage, so that I could grind against his mouth. The pleasure was too incredible not to

fingers around the fabric, holding it tightly as I approached my release. My hips tensed, and my pelvis and thigh trembled as I felt my orgasm

his breath hit my wet lips, and I pushed my hips up as

to cum that easy." He whispered, placing a kiss against my throbbing clit before pulling away and sliding one finger in me slowly. I

coated in the evidence of my desire, and the sound

rubbing it each time he thrust his finger into me. I was amazed at how quickly I built back to my orgasm. Never before had I been able to get off without my clit being stimulated, but he did it, and with one finger at