The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 109

Four: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

I smiled at him as he growled out my name. The sound awakened my confidence even more as my fingertips trailed down my collar, over my chest, to land on the tops of my breasts. The smooth skin there was soft to the touch, but I knew if I looked down, I would find the black lines of the Norse runes and knots that had been carved into my flesh.

His eyes followed the movement as I slid my fingers back and forth seductively at the edge of my lace bra. I felt giddy and powerful, seeing that it was working. He was enjoying this. "What were you saying, Tobias?"

I watched with a smile as his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed before his eyes snapped upto mine. They narrowed as my tongue peeked out to wet my lips, and the warm brown of his irises darkened to black. ’ Why do you keep doing this, Josie?"

My eyes closed at the sound of his voice. I adored it. The deep vibration and the way my name rolled off his tongue. What was even better was that it was reserved for me. Beyond those above him in ranking, I was the only one I knew of whom he spoke to.

I didn't know what happened to cause it, but even after he shut everyone else out as a teenager, he still spoke to me if we were ever alone. It made me feel special, wanted.Joved.

Whenever we were alone, he spoke to me freely, but in front of others, he kept to himself. Yet, ever since I decided to show him how I felt and made my first move, he had avoided any situation that would cause us to be alone together.

I missed the sound of his voice. It was my favorite sound.

He hadn't asked me to stop, and by the growing and impressive erection between his legs, I figured he was okay with what was happening here. If he didn't like what he was seeing or wanted me to stop, all he had to do was say so. Until then, I would keep going.

My other hand went behind my back, easily unsnapping my bra, and I let it slide off my body.

The sound of the fabric hitting the ground was followed by his eyes dropping from mine to land on my bare chest. I could feel my nipples harden under his watchful gaze. "Doing what, Tobias? Flirting with you?"

He growled as I stared at his hard member resting against his stomach. I could tell by looking that he was just the right size. No big enough to hurt but a generous enough size to fill me completely. He leaned back in the chair as if he were a spectator at a show. And he was. If he wanted a show, I would give him one.

I smiled wickedly when he pressed his lips together as I popped the button of my jeans free. His nostrils flared, and I wanted to cheer in victory that I was finally getting a reaction from him. He was attracted to me. His reaction said it all, and it was empowering.

"You're not flirting."

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief and amusement as he kept his grip on the chair, leaving himself on display for me to admire. Everything about him, his broad and sculpted shoulders, his toned chest, the subtle outline of abs, and his muscular thighs that I couldn't wait to sit on... he was mouthwatering.

The zipper was next, and I pulled it down slowly as his gaze stayed locked on my hands, watching as I slid my pants down and stepped out of them. The black lace thong was the only fabric remaining, and from the heated look in his eyes, he liked it.

I hooked the fabric with my thumbs, slowly pulling on them teasingly but not removing them. I knew how wolves worked. I knew he could smell my desire, that I was wet for him. But he was probably used to it. I was almost always turned on when he was around. At this point, he should expect it from me.

It didn't make sense for Tobias to not know that I had been crushing on him as a teenager or that I was in love with him now. He should have been able to smell my desire for him, at the very least. It was one of the reasons why I hadn't made a move until now. He could have acted on my lust for him at any time but never did.

Not until now.

Tobias let out a low growl when I put the fabric of my panties back in place, letting my hands run up my stomach to my breasts as I moved toward him.

I wasn't going to do all the work. I wanted him to be the one to take my panties off and seal the deal.

My head dropped back as my heart filled with happiness at his words. He wanted me.

I wanted to tell him I already thought of him when I touched myself, but I bit my tongue. Some secrets I could keep to myself. It would do nothing for me if I told him that, and he wanted nothing more than a one-night stand. I would never be able to get off without him again because I never could before.

It would do more than just ruin sex for me if this ended after one night. It would completely shatter my heart.

He growled, and my eyes opened as I looked down at him. From how hard he was, I knew he was attracted to me, but did he want more like I did.

"What's stopping you? I've been flirting with you for months." I whispered, leaning down and hovering my mouth over his. I had been dreaming about kissing him for years. It felt like it was too good to be true. All of my dreams would be coming true. He openly admitted his desire for me, and based on his impressive size and skillful hands, he would give me a night to remember. If everything went well, he would be mine by sunrise.

"This isn't flirting. You're seducing me, sweetheart." His hold on me tightened, and I pressed my breast further into his palm as he continued to touch me and rock his hips in time with mine. My breathing came out in short pants, and I knew he could feel my wetness through my panties.

'What's so wrong with that? Does it not feel good for you?" I whispered, enjoying our game but wanting it to end so we could finally get what we both wanted. As much as I wanted to reach down and slide my panties to the side so he could sink deep into me, I was still waiting for him to make that move.

Instead, it was my heart that dropped as he spoke.

"You still don't understand. I don't want you to seduce me.1