The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 134

Twenty-Eight: Tobias

Tobias’s p.o.v.

Three days.

She had been gone for three days. I was out of my mind. My temper was short, and I hadn’t slept much. I wanted her home.

It wasn’t the first time she had been ordered away on one assignment or another, but this time seemed longer than the rest. I knew it was because I was impatient to mark her now that we were finally working through our issues. But I was on the verge of breaking Killian’s orders and chasing after her to ensure she was okay.

The first night, I sat at the border where she left me and waited. A small part of me hoped she would return that night, even though I knew it wasn’t realistic. She didn’t.

The next day, I received the good news that the flooring for the house had arrived early, and I spent the entire day and most of the night installing it and fixing the drywall. All my energy was put into the house to get it done before she got home.

One day three, I had a crew come in and paint the house so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fumes. I had to pay them double for the last-minute contract, but it was worth it.

That night I was lying in bed, unable to sleep or find a comfortable position. My beast was as anxious as I was. I could feel him wanting to take control, go find her, and fight by her side. He had chosen her as much as I had. She waste be mine.

My hand wandered over to the empty side of the bed as I dreamed of what it would be like to have her in it. I wanted to be able to roll over and hold her or touch her, to lose myself in her. Everything about her, her taste, her smell, and the little breathy moans she lets out were on replay in my dreams.

Every night I pictured her beneath me, on top of me, pinned up against the wall…. Every night, I dreamed about what it would be like when I finally got those breathy moans to turn into her screaming my name as I thrust into her, feeling her walls tighten around me.

It all ended the same way, with me waking up aching for her and facing the frustration that she wasn’t here. I would find myself in the shower fisting my cock as I pictured how she had rubbed her pussy shamelessly on my mouth the only night I had her in my bed.

With each pump of my hand, I remembered how her lips parted, and she sighed so sweetly in pleasure when I gently bit her nipples. Then I would cum hard, dreaming about the day she would kneel before me, and I would let my release shoot onto her chest.

it drip down her breasts almost as much as I wanted

was utterly

towel over my hair, and I scowled. I really hated that thing and would need

impatience of the visitor made me grit my teeth as I finished getting dressed and made my way

front door, and I pulled it open violently, growling as her finger left the button for the third time and the chime rang through

and even then, she got on my nerves.

almost as irritating to my ears as the doorbell was, and I

house. She wasn’t welcome in there. That wasn’t the home I wanted to sell. She had no business stinking up my home

down the front steps of the porch, and began making my way down the sidewalk with the door left

following her, she released a small peppy “Oh!”

lessened only a fraction as she jogged to keep up, her annoying neon pink flats tapping against the cement. “I had thought we could go over the numbers and the plan, but you want to jump straight to it! I respect that. Let’s see what we are working with. I walked by it this morning. It has the most beautiful tree out front. We could really get more for it if we fix the dead grass, maybe add some flower beds by the front windows. Plus, the roof

her out, trying not to let my intrusive thoughts win, where I would push her shoulder and send her out into the street in front of a car. The only problem with that was that I needed her. She had the fasted turnaround time for any real estate agent in the town, and I figured it was because she annoyed people

to sign anything as long as they knew it would

of the pack was of the same mindset that I was. They were too loud, and being trapped

be all it

cut short as the house came into sight. The new coat of paint looked great, but I still

from it yet, but

skipping past me and up the front walkway like a preschooler. I

would chew this chick right up and then

shaking my head. If she had read the email I sent her, it said as-is condition. I had already done enough repairs to hide the horrors of the

She continued, using the tip of her pen to

front, waiting as she walked through the house without me. I was done in there and did not

The voice of one of the patrols filled my head, and my back straightened. I