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.

bother her. She had just been a master at showing it until the

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

broken people didn't make a whole.

was worried

the

out, 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 to guide her

was significantly lighter and colder, almost refreshing, and I felt my mind calm

her tower. She walked at my side

I spun her around and pressed her against the wall to the same position we

fire, sweetheart. When you walked 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

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

her. She was glorious, but I didn't understand what had just happened

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

fighting to win her, but

her in that position when it

as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised

do it?" My whisper was

her mouth and sucking on the tip of my index finger. I knew she was trying to distract me from the conversation. While

for more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to finally fuck her or to have her mouth wrapped around my

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

clamped down on her bare thighs as she leaned in and began

against mine and letting out a low moan in my ear that had me digging my fingers into her leg harder. "You sure felt

I warned as her hands between us began to unbutton the white shirt I had

"Isn't the better question, why did you go to the mating mixer? I thought you said I was yours. I might

laughed, licking my lips as she grabbed my suit jacket in her fists. She was livid, but I couldn't help it. I was fucking

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

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