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 showing it until the

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 heal myself, but

broken people didn't make a whole.

she was worried about me catching her

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

growl fill the room as I pulled her in front of me and continued to guide her to

hallway was significantly lighter and colder, almost refreshing, and

tower. She walked at my side with her head

around and pressed her against the

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 smelled like

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 can't hide from me. Ever."

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

that she wouldn't let me 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

no idea what battle I was fighting to win her, but I knew there was

when it was clear

tightly as I walked to the couch and sat down. It surprised me when she climbed on my lap and began to play with

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

mouth and sucking on the tip of my index finger. I knew she was trying to distract me from the conversation. While it wasn't going

to know what it would

she masked her expression as she released my finger. Her desire was the most delicious thing I had ever smelled, and with her

her bare thighs as she leaned in

against mine and letting out a low moan in my ear that

the white shirt I had

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

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

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 other unmarked Lycans. It is an order, not

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