The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 132

Twenty-Six: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

They moved me with purpose, pulling me closer to the mountain briskly. It would work in my favor as they knew where to step and what areas of the mountain to avoid.

The brunette had been much stronger than I had expected, and she pulled out the dagger with ease, her body instantly producing a layer of thick green moss to cover and heal her wound. But as she played with my weapon, staring at me with malice, I knew she would not be gentle when she had her turn with me.

I wasn’t planning on it going that far, though. While my body was burning up and wetness had pooled between my legs, my mind cleared quickly.

But it was still hard to think about anything other than getting relief, and I had to imagine this was similar to how wolves felt when they were in heat. I could have jumped on anything that moved and fucked it until my last breath. But I knew better. The siren blood I had ingested years ago had done its job.

Woodland nymphs were practically cousins to sirens. They shared enough that my resistance to the siren compulsion helped me keep control mentally even though my body was turning on me.

The feeling of fingers running down my arm made me turn to the shortest of the three nymphs. Her belly was large, with purple and black veins covering the skin. She was pregnant, whoever their last male victim was had done his job, and now the others wanted a turn.

She sent me a wicked smile, licking her lips in a way that made me think she wanted to actually eat me and not just play with me.

“What is a witch like you doing out here? Surely, you weren’t planning on taking our toy, were you?” Her taunt was followed by leaning in closer and taking a deep breath before glancing down to my hips with a low ticking noise in the back of her throat like a bug. “Mh, you smell so sweet!”

I wanted to curl my lip in disgust but caught myself and smiled at her. If she weren’t pregnant, she would be the first to go. I debated whether to show her mercy or end her with the rest of them. Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced down at the bite mark suspiciously.

Clearly, my acting needed a little work. As her eyes turned to my face, I glanced down at her breasts, licking my lips seductively to distract her. “I like toys.”

The brunette in front of me stopped walking, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pressed the tip of my dagger into the pad of her finger.

I came to a halt, the lack of movement intensifying the desperate aching between my legs. My thighs pressed together, and while it wasn’t necessary, I let out a slight whine to emphasize my discomfort. They seemed pleased by the sound and smirked at me.

do you like

of moss covering her stab wound. Its small movements reminded me of how dirt moved when worms or insects were

Ignorance. Play ignorant, Joselin.

between my legs, but my wrist was grabbed before I could touch myself. I didn’t need shit beyond to take my knives back and to cut out their hearts. But I had a part to play if I wanted them to take me as far up

and another where the creature was hiding. Before we got

no way I would let them pull

up behind me and bitten me turned this time. They were definitely on to me. I was being too coherent

under an Oread’s compulsion before. My knowledge of what happened from a bite was limited to what I

precious. We are almost there.” Her smooth and seductive voice made me shiver, and I could still see my

my hair around her finger and rubbing her breasts against my bicep as she wrapped herself around my arm. Nothing was less attractive than the smear of green on my arm when she stepped away from

Tobias would lick my neck to leave his scent on me. She was marking me, and I could feel the bile pushing its way up

but as they stopped, I realized there wasn’t one. Chunks of the trees were missing, and as the injured brunette stepped up

trunk, but it continued to pulse over her stab wound. My

favorite blade, catching myself before looking down and seeing the long white bone

my eyebrows raised as I recognized the pattern as a web of bones in the dirt. Interesting design choice. A

other four women as they excitedly surrounded me.

pressing my thighs back together now that we had stopped walking. The effects were wearing off, and I sent my silent gratitude to the dead siren sitting at the bottom of the ocean by

the upper hand again. My backpack had been taken from me, and I could hear one of

the redhead was close enough, I pressed myself against the front of her body, my hands going into her hair to distract her, preparing to snap her neck. She let out a high-pitched clicking sound as she tilted her head to the side. Her eyes were the same dark green as algae, but the iris was oval shaped, giving me the feeling that she could see right through me as her hands rested on

out a hiss of air and pressed her hands down, forcing me to

made the mistake of unknowingly letting them take me to their den, but I was

head as she spread her

was too disgusted to laugh at their demand, and I jumped as I felt another spreading my jean-covered legs, my knees digging into the bones beneath us as

mewling with excitement. “So sweet, so sweet.” Her hands wrapped around my thighs, and I smirked as she made my

redhead cooed again, throwing one knee over my

I hated more than the council, and that was someone