The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 136

Thirty: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Tobias seemed stunned as we appeared in his bedroom, but I didn't want to go to my tower. It didn't feel right to have this moment in the castle surrounded by untrustworthy people and constant interruptions.

His hard length was pressed firmly between my legs, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding against his cock, eliciting a deep, almost feral groan from him.

Everything was magnified. I could hear my heart pounding, the breath leaving both of our lungs, and even the air conditioning kicking on. But I could also feel the dried sweat and goo on my body from the journey. If I looked down, I would see the remanence of green moss from my fight with the oreads. I would also have dried blood on my thigh from my battle with hunters on the way back down the mountain.

"I need a shower," I whispered, loosening my legs from around him and dropping to the floor with a deep moan of pleasure as he held me to him, his cock sliding against me once more until my feet hit the ground.

Tobias reluctantly let me go as I stepped back, but his burning gaze watched my every move. It was invigorating. His chest rose and fell deeply as he took in long pulls of air through his nose. He could smell it. My desire.

My lips curled up on one side as I basked in his enjoyment of my scent. It was empowering. But it also meant that he could smell everything else on my body from the past three days, which disturbed me.

I bit my lip, tilting my head to the side as Tobias shifted back to his skin before me. The man could put any one of the gods to shame. His broad shoulders were tight and coiled as he stood stiff with his hands in fists at his side.

My eyes traveled down his torso, over his defined abs, stopping only momentarily on his cock. Even in his skin, he was still guaranteed to satisfy. I licked my lips, wondering if tonight was finally the night I would taste him.

His thick thighs were mouthwatering, and I was excited to see how powerful they were.

"Would you care to join me?" I asked, forcing my eyes away but smiling when I entered the bathroom and watched him staring after me in the mirror. He moved forward while I turned on the water to warm it up. When I turned, he was standing with both forearms on the door frame on either side of his head, his eyes locked on my hands as I slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head.

I knew my body was bruised and cut. Healers could have handled it, but I didn't have the time or the patience to deal with them.

"Were you jealous, Tobias?" I asked, dropping the fabric of my shirt to the floor and popping open the button of my jeans. "Do you think I want anyone other than you to touch me, hold me, kiss me...or taste me?"

He let out a low growl as I dropped my pants and underwear, standing completely naked before him.

There was a moment of pause between us before I turned my back to him and entered the shower, enjoying the feeling of the warm spray of water washing away the past few days. I glanced over my shoulder and heard his fingers tap against the door frame impatiently while I quickly washed my hair before running the soap bar over my body.

I knew he wanted to join and had no problem with how dirty I was or how I smelled. Yet, he waited. He respected me enough to give me a moment to clean myself before joining me.

When he saw me place the bar of soap back down, he raised his eyebrows at me, eagerly awaiting my confirmation that I was ready for him to join.

I jerked my head, gesturing him to join me, and the door to the shower opened a blink later with my giant, naked mate stepping in. Tobias's hands immediately found my hips, pulling me close as he shoved his head into the crook of my neck.

"No," He growled. "I wasn't jealous, sweetheart. Possessive and jealous are two different things."

He dragged his lips up my skin to my ear, gently biting my earlobe before growling, "You are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. I don't like people touching what is mine."

The goosebumps along my skin grew more prominent each time the word ' mine' left his lips.

His warm body pressed up against me and caused my eyes to close and my head to fall back. The anticipation of this moment had weighed on me for years, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it.

"You sure seemed to like watching me get fucked in the past." The words slipped past my lip intentionally, wanting to pull out his wild side. Yet the memories of all the times I would hold his gaze while I came for him made me grow wet.

"That was before we were ready to become us." His hand slid from my hip to the needy area between my legs. I could feel my desire growing thicker, my pussy slick and ready for him. My clit throbbed with need as his fingers expertly slid between my lips. He dipped them in my wetness before pulling them up to my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. "From now on, I'll be the only one making you cum."

I let out a breathy sigh as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

"I fucking adore seeing my mark on you," Tobias said before capturing my mouth with his. The way his tongue dipped into my mouth had me pressing my hips more firmly against his hand, desperate for more.