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.

never said I couldn't." My response faded as he let out a growl that made me tremble with excitement. He was in

I don't trust hanging around my mate,

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

whispered, not sure which answer I wanted. If he kept me tied here all day, I would be a happy

him downstairs." He said, dropping his crossed arms and pulling

have morning breath," I whispered, my body practically trembling as I felt myself growing wetter at the feeling of his warm fingertips against

need your mouth

breathing caught, and I swallowed hard. "I have to go the

"Hold it."

my past, but I had almost always been

that crossed his lips excited me

an eyebrow, looking so sinfully sexy that I regretted bringing it up. I couldn't even explain why I did. It was as

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

more important matter, or at least punishing me was. I wouldn't have it any

when his

talking, sweetheart. I will put that mouth to use after all, even if it's

me dripping; I was sure there would be a spot of my desire on the bed by 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

would pull away and cum on

a breathy whisper that had

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 at how fucking

to watch him make 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 and

as he finally hovered over my pussy, his hot breath

couldn't resist moaning out his name and throwing my

pulled at the restraints, desperate to reach down and tangle my 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

approached my release. My hips tensed, and my pelvis and thigh trembled as I felt my orgasm coming, and it was

The air of his breath hit my wet lips, and I pushed my hips up as high as I could in my current position,

away and sliding one finger in me slowly. I let my hips relax as I looked down the

pumping in and out. In and out. It was coated in the evidence of my desire, and the sound it made as he shoved

because he gave it extra attention, 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