The Blessed And The Beast

Thirty-One: Tobias

Tobias P.O.V.

Her breathing was soft and slow as she slept beside me, curled up on her side, holding my arm around her. She would stir each time I tried to pull away, gripping my arm and pulling me to her. I didn’t want to let her go, ever.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Every touch and taste had me eager for more. My obsession had only been fed by last night. The feeling of her cumming around my cock and the way she would moan out my name as she came undone made me want her more.

But as I held her to me, I was terrified.

I wasn’t ever going to let her go. No. She was stuck with me. If she ran, I would chase her. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth.

But that was what scared me. I had marked her.

I had taken away her choice without even asking her what she wanted. I had told her that I would claim her when she got home, but I had never asked her if it was what she wanted. The smile she gave me last night had eased my fears for the time being, but now I wasn’t prepared for the possibility of her regretting it as the sun rose.

One night of her wasn’t enough. I wanted to sink into her every chance I could.

Joselin let out a soft sigh, pressing my hand against her breast harder before finally releasing me and rolling onto her stomach, pulling one knee up with her arms under the pillow beneath her head.

I bit back my groan at seeing her naked body stretched out before me. I knew exactly what she was dreaming about by the smell of her desire. I knew she would be wet and ready for me as she let out another soft moan.

Goddess. It was like she was begging me to fuck her, even in her sleep. It seemed one night wasn’t enough for her either.

The sun had just started to rise, but she hadn’t been asleep long either. I knew she would need to deal with that scrawny fuck in the castle eventually. Although the thought of tying her to my bed and keeping her here for the next few weeks sounded incredible.

Killian could take care of Cyrus. He was the one who sent Joselin after the guy. He could protect him for the time being while I enjoyed my new mate.

But I knew the honeymoon phase was going to be short lasting. We both had jobs to do, even though I wanted to keep her in my bed forever. I would just have to take advantage of our time together. I grew hard as I imagined all the places I could take her in the castle. The dark corners, unused rooms, garden…

The possibilities were endless.

from the ceiling fan hitting her bare skin as I pulled the blanket down slowly. My eyes followed, trailing over her back down to her perky ass that

over them, brushing her long white hair to the side before moving down her spine and over her ass. Goddess, how I loved

With one leg straight and the knee bent, getting to my favorite place was easy. She was wet and slick. I stroked my finger around her entrance, sliding over her clit so softly that she didn’t wake but still released

it, sweetheart. Wake

me. I felt sparks whenever we touched, and I hoped she felt the same. This mate

hips pushed back to take my finger deeper. The curve of her spine was beautiful as she arched

Wake up.

around my digit as I held still. I wanted her to wake up, but it was fucking sexy watching her take my finger in her sleep.

breathy moan from her perfect lips made my head drop back and my eyes close as I held onto what little control

her hips, pressing them into the mattress gently, I resumed my finger’s slow and long thrusts into her as deeply as possible before pulling back out to the first knuckles. The repeated movement had her growing wetter with every thrust, and my

closed. But the sounds she made sent all of the

her stirring in our mate bond, the pleasure growing as she came to.

pushing her hips

sight and feeling of her waking up, and enjoying my hand, made me smile.

blades. The sweet taste of her skin and the very subtle saltiness from

finger out slowly before running the wet digit over the swollen

like to be inside her, I couldn’t stop. I had fucked her so hard and long that her last orgasm brought tears to her eyes. Yet, she

had never anticipated the kind of stamina she had. Each time her body trembled, and her eyes closed, she would force them back open. She would roll us over in a fight for control before

had

I dipped my finger back into

up her spine between her shoulder blades until I was growling my questions against the back of her neck.

sucked lightly on the skin there before nipping her earlobe. “Or maybe my

pulled my hand away, covered in her juices, before guiding my tip to her entrance. My chest pressed against her

and I moved to place my knees between her open legs. She trembled as I gripped her thigh and thrust into

retort made me