The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty: Tobias

Tobias's P.O.V.

I smelled her as soon as she walked in. I would know her scent anywhere. But the woman that made her way to me was not mine. She was beautiful, but she belonged to someone else.

For a moment, I wanted to kill her. I wanted to string her up by her toes until she told me where my witch was and why she had her scent all over her. Then she ran her tongue up the side of my neck, and I knew. I would know her touch anywhere, no matter what face she was wearing.

My body reacted instantly, and I was excited to see what game my woman was playing this time. She loved her games. She loved teasing me.

But as I held her against the wall, her body trembled. But it was not in a good way. I could smell her desire but sense her despair. She wasn't enjoying this.

Her head snapped back over to me, her eyes widening at my words.

"You know?" Her breathless question sounded closer to her normal voice, but it still wasn't right. I didn't like it.

I softly kissed her lips before smirking at her. "Sweetheart, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"

The room was growing louder with every passing minute. It was almost midnight, and those who weren't interested in the event that was about to occur had already gone home or were on their way out. I would have been leaving with them if Joselin hadn't shown up.

There were gasps, moaning, and the sound of flesh slapping together. I had never been a fan of involving myself in that situation, but that didn't mean I wouldn't occasionally watch, especially when Joselin was involved.

The noises were spurring me on, but nothing could compare to the feeling of my witch pressed up against me, even in the skin she was currently wearing.

The wet streak down her face stopped me from lifting her against the wall and sinking deep into her.

My thumb ran over the trail, drying her cheek as I looked between her cerulean blue eyes. They were nice, but they weren't hers. I wanted her back. Her crying told me this wasn't a game for her as I had thought. This hurt her, and I wanted to make sure that whatever I did, I would never make the same mistake again.

"Change," I demanded quietly, lacing our fingers together but stepping back. I didn't know if she would need space to change back. Even if she didn't, I was greedy and wanted to see the real her. Her body buzzed as she whispered to herself softly in Latin, and I felt relieved when she returned to normal. A few people made sounds of pleasure at seeing Joselin present.

It wasn't a secret that she would engage in activities with pack members. The rumors of her skill and raw sensual power made her highly sought after. But that was before when nothing seemed to bother her, and she didn't care about anything in the world. Now, I knew that was not the case.

and things did bother her. She had just been a master at showing it until the weight of

idea that I was or had hurt her while trying to heal myself, but the only thing I could do now was

didn't

hesitant, almost as if she was worried about me catching her using

as I turned, pulling her from the room. We needed to talk, and it wasn't

I let aloud growl fill the room as I pulled

was significantly lighter and colder,

her right back to her tower. She walked at my side with her head

and in the safety of her home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same

scent, I was ready to kill you. I wanted to know why that woman smelled like you." She shuddered as I ran

I know your touch and your smell. It is even better that I can still smell myself on you. You may have masked yourself with that illusion, but everything about the real

as I watched her. She was glorious, but I

see. I only knew about the creature in the darkness. If it were my place, I would tell her never to go back without me. At least with me by her side, she would be safe. I would fight to the death to ensure she would come out on the other side. The

battle I was fighting to win her, but I

position when it was clear she had been in emotional distress only minutes

mine, gripping it tightly as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when she climbed on my lap and began to

did you do it?" My whisper was met with a slight pause in

tip of my index finger. I knew she was trying to distract me from the conversation. While it wasn't going to work, I also couldn't help the way I grew even harder for her as I

to know what it would feel like to finally fuck her or to have her mouth

briefly widened before she masked her expression as she released my finger. Her desire was the most delicious thing I had ever smelled, and with her straddling me, I could feel the warmth between her legs from her

clamped down on her bare thighs as

a low moan in my ear that had me digging my fingers into her

us began to unbutton the white shirt I had

as the marks on her skin vibrated violently. "Isn't the better question, why did you go to the mating mixer? I thought you said I was yours. I might not be your mate, but it

her fists. She was livid,

in me not to rip her panties off and show her that she was mine. "I am

was too late for them to have children. Things had gotten out