The Blessed And The Beast

Joselin’s P.O.V.

Traveling to a place where everyone let their ignorance run their fear was genius. I used to think one had to be a special kind of stupid to let that happen.

Yet, as I sat back on the lounge chair on a deserted beach oasis in the human town, I enjoyed every second of it.

Every time someone was brave enough to join us, I simply turned to them and flashed my innocent, pearly white eyes, and they spooked like a horse seeing a snake.

It helped that my blindingly pale skin had my signature runes and knots vibrating away. I knew I looked like something from a horror movie, but Goddess, it was good.

It wasn’t even a human-only resort. Creatures of all kinds would vacation here, but they still ran from me.

They knew who I was. The look on their face when they realized I was among them, was so worth it. It practically screamed that their asshole just puckered with fear, and then they booked it back into the resort, packed their shit, and rushed home to be as far away from me as possible.

If seeing me didn’t work, the giant Lycan walking toward me out of the water did the trick.

A few humans had ventured down the beach from the other hotels and stared at him longer than I had liked as his swim trunks hung low on his hips. At first, he enjoyed seeing me jealous. But when I stood up and charged toward them, he started shifting into his Lycan form, and they ran.

We were a good team and a terrifying combination. The only people who had the nerve to approach us were the staff, but it wasn’t to ask us to leave since we were disrupting their business. No. They were waiting on us hand and foot to keep up happy. Only one had been so terrified that they peed themselves and were immediately sent home.

We had been here for two weeks, and I was in no rush to leave. After everything we had dealt with over the past year, we had earned this vacation, and I would enjoy every last second of it.

The sound of glass rattling gave away the human as soon as he stepped out onto the sandy beach and made his way to us from the resort.

It was no wonder the humans lost the Great War so easily, I could hear him coming a mile away, and I didn’t have super hearing like Tobias did. Killian had tried to convince me to bring our own staff from the castle, who knew would ensure our food wasn’t tampered with, but I wanted to get away from everyone and everything for a while.

Plus, my sense of smell had been out of this world, and I could name every ingredient and seasoning in our food. Nothing would get past this nose.

chest and sculpted abs. His skin was tanner than usual from being in the water

Greek Gods

was constant nowadays. It was like I couldn’t shut my hormones off. I wanted Tobias every second of

The staff at

we got subpar massages from the terrified and sweating masseuse, and the way he not-so-subtly fingered me at dinner beneath the table in their restaurant

“Mrs. Jones.”

smile spread across my lips. I would never tire of hearing someone refer to me with Tobias’s last

the tray, placing them on the small table between the two lounge chairs. Tobias enjoyed drinking and eating to his heart’s content, but I was overly cautious with

resort after I had dismissed him, but I didn’t bother to turn. I

relaxed than he had been over the past two

council, bringing us back to seven so Aisha could stop bitching about making us an even number and messing up votes. I went back as far as I could in their lineage, researched every generation, investigated the pledges’ lives down to how often they sneezed and interviewed

process, but I would not be

the plan to relax and enjoy our much-earned

With how often we were going at it, it

I loved it.

gently before leaning in for a kiss. His teeth nibbled on my bottom lip before he soothed it with a devastatingly delicious swipe

it snap back against my skin. The fabric was minimal, barely covering my growing breasts, but it hadn’t

problem with it, why don’t you take it off me?” My nose ran along his as I flicked the tip of my tongue against his lips. The groan he let out as he pulled back and dropped into his lounge chair sounded defeated

sore. I have been nice to you all day, giving you a break to let you heal.” He grabbed his drink and

against the shower wall, and fingered me in the elevator… I’m not sure that constitutes a break. You’re the one who got me knocked up and worked up. Now, you must take care of my needs. As my mate, it’s your job. You take care of me, and I take care of

legs and back from sticking to the hard surface –

his lips, set his drink down, and grabbed my hips. ’ Sweetheart, I’ll take care of every