The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 150

Forty-Three: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

I did.

I just fucking bit him like an animal, and as I licked my lips of his blood, I wanted to do it again. There was something so hot, so primal about seeing my bite on his neck. Not knowing if it would stay as his mark on me had or if I would have to do it again and again had me pressing my thighs together.

"Yes," I whispered, feeling a drop of his blood fall from my chin and land on the white lace of my dress over my breasts.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier." He mumbled, rubbing his thumb along my chin and the mess I was sure was there. "You marked me.

How..."

The amazement in his voice seemed to match what I was feeling because I didn't think either of us believed it would be possible. Only a wolf or Lycan had ever marked their mate. I had never heard of any other species having that option. Then again, I also believed that male witches weren't possible until one popped up out of the blue.

There were so many things that I didn't know about the world, and the more I learned, the more excited it made me.

"You should go to the healers." The words felt like poison coming out of my mouth.

The healers were incredible; they had cared for me so many times, most recently to heal my broken ribs after our little excursion to Rona's house. Their magic was unique and strong, something worthy of being protected.

Tobias let out a growl, his hands gripping my hips firmly to keep me in front of him as I attempted to step away. Even under the light of the full moon, he looked dark and feral. So dangerous and sexy that it almost hurt to look at him.

"I just mean so they can see if it is real or if I just bit my mate like a fucking cannibal." The taste of his blood in my mouth made me feel uneasy the longer it was there.

While I was proud of the mark on his neck, the feeling conflicted with my natural instinct to be disturbed by what I had just done.

"They aren't fucking touching me." His shoulder rolled back, and he pushed the knuckle of his index finger against my chin to make me look up at him." Whether it heals or stays, it's real to me."

As simple as that.

It was the perfect response to ease all of my worries. It was the only thing I needed to hear for my uneasiness to melt away and my confidence to return. "It's real."

Tobias slid his hand around to my lower back, the heat from his touch burning through the small holes in the design of my dress and scorching my skin.

Something in my gut told me that my words weren't just me trying to convince myself but that they were fact. I could feel it in our connection, our bond. He was officially mine, just as I was his.

His lips crashed against mine with a fervor that sent a thrill through me. Sparks danced across my skin, and I was overjoyed by the feeling. As his tongue touched mine, I grew increasingly wetter at the apex of my thighs.

The small and intimate ceremony had been romantic, but the feeling in my gut was anything but. My need for Tobias was stronger than ever before, and I felt like I would burst into flames if I didn't have him.

His fingertips danced over the thin strap on my shoulder, letting it fall onto my arm. His touch was loving and gentle but grew more demanding with each passing second. The breeze around us settled, and for the first time, I felt like we were finally alone tonight.

As his lips trailed down my neck, my head tipped back. The moon above us had continued its travels across the sky as if wanting to give us privacy.

"Just tear it off," I moaned as he left open-mouthed kisses on my mark while his other hand slid around the dress slowly, looking for a zipper.

There wasn’t one. That was part of why it had been so challenging to get into. Pulling it over my curved without ripping the lace had been a bitch.

"I like this. I want to see you in it again." He admitted, his body hunched forward to kiss and lick my chest before giving up and grabbing my ass so he could stand tall with my legs wrapped around him.