The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 109

Four: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

I smiled at him as he growled out my name. The sound awakened my confidence even more as my fingertips trailed down my collar, over my chest, to land on the tops of my breasts. The smooth skin there was soft to the touch, but I knew if I looked down, I would find the black lines of the Norse runes and knots that had been carved into my flesh.

His eyes followed the movement as I slid my fingers back and forth seductively at the edge of my lace bra. I felt giddy and powerful, seeing that it was working. He was enjoying this. “What were you saying, Tobias?”

I watched with a smile as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed before his eyes snapped upto mine. They narrowed as my tongue peeked out to wet my lips, and the warm brown of his irises darkened to black. ’ Why do you keep doing this, Josie?”

My eyes closed at the sound of his voice. I adored it. The deep vibration and the way my name rolled off his tongue. What was even better was that it was reserved for me. Beyond those above him in ranking, I was the only one I knew of whom he spoke to.

I didn’t know what happened to cause it, but even after he shut everyone else out as a teenager, he still spoke to me if we were ever alone. It made me feel special, wanted.Joved.

Whenever we were alone, he spoke to me freely, but in front of others, he kept to himself. Yet, ever since I decided to show him how I felt and made my first move, he had avoided any situation that would cause us to be alone together.

I missed the sound of his voice. It was my favorite sound.

He hadn’t asked me to stop, and by the growing and impressive erection between his legs, I figured he was okay with what was happening here. If he didn’t like what he was seeing or wanted me to stop, all he had to do was say so. Until then, I would keep going.

My other hand went behind my back, easily unsnapping my bra, and I let it slide off my body.

his eyes dropping from mine to land on

resting against his stomach. I could tell by looking that he was just the right size. No big enough to hurt but a generous enough size to fill me completely. He leaned back in the chair as if he were a spectator at a show. And

I wanted to cheer in victory that I was finally getting a reaction from him. He was

“You’re not flirting.”

amusement as he kept his grip on the chair, leaving himself on display for me to admire. Everything about him, his broad and sculpted shoulders, his toned chest, the subtle outline of abs, and his muscular thighs that I couldn’t wait to sit on…

as I slid my pants down and stepped out of them. The black lace thong was the only fabric remaining, and from

how wolves worked. I knew he could smell my desire, that I was wet for him. But he

him now. He should have been able to smell my desire for him, at the

Not until now.

out a low growl when I put the fabric of my panties back in place, letting my hands run up my stomach to my breasts as

the work. I wanted him to be

him to say something. Over the past few months, I had touched, flirted with, and tried to tease

anything, I lifted one knee, sliding it between his thigh and the arm of the chair. I felt victorious when he moved his leg to make room for me.

chest. The light layer of hair there was coarse

tightened on my sides, pulling me down until I sat on his hardness. The wet fabric between my legs was irritating. I wanted to strip down bare and

I bit my lip as he growled in response,

slid down his arm, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand from my hip up to my breast. His large calloused palm moved willingly to cup me,

always been

it sound like an insult. It wasn’t my

very patient, actually. Now, I want you to touch me, or would you