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.

She had just been a master at

trusted and felt safe around me, or I was the one who finally broke her. I hated the idea that I was or had hurt her while trying to

didn't make a

if she was worried about me catching her using glamour

from the room. We needed to talk, and it

grabbing Joselin's arm, inviting her to join them. I let aloud growl fill the room as I pulled her in front of me and continued

was significantly lighter and colder, almost

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

home, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same position we had been in at the

into that room looking like another woman, and I got a subtle whiff of your scent, I was ready to kill you. I wanted to know why that woman

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 you has been imprinted into my brain. You

glorious, but I didn't understand what had just happened for the life of me. Why had she

without me. At least with me by her side, she would be safe. I would fight to the death to

idea what battle I was fighting to win her, but

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

in mine, gripping it tightly as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when

it?" My whisper was

tip of my index finger. I knew she was trying to distract me from

she tasted and sounded last night, I was almost desperate for more. I wanted to know what it

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

down on her bare thighs as she leaned in

in my ear that had

unbutton the white shirt I had on under my suit jacket. “Why did you

marks on her skin vibrated violently. "Isn't the better question, why did you go to the mating mixer? I thought

her fists. She was livid, but I couldn't help

to, sweetheart." My hands rubbed small circles on her smooth thighs, and she unconsciously slid them further apart to welcome me between them. Still, I remained civil and kept my hands on her legs even though it took everything in me not to rip her panties off and show her that she was mine. "I am unmated and had no choice. Until I mark you, I will be at every mating mixer, as will the

had been a problem for our kind. My kind had held out for their mates for the longest time, wanting to produce the strongest bloodlines possible. When they finally gave up the search, it was too late for them to have children. Things had gotten out of hand when we opened up to breeding with anyone we wanted. Now we were limited to finding our fated or marking a willing mate