Fourteen: Tobias
Tobias's P.O.V.
I growled as I threw another collection of old, stained floorboards into the back of my truck. It wasn't often that I drove it. I despised the sound of the large machine, and being trapped inside the cage felt suffocating, but in times like this, I had no other choice.
Neighbors, who had done nothing for years when they heard the crying or screaming inside my childhood home, were outside watching as I gutted the house as quickly as possible. The new flooring order wouldn't arrive for a couple of weeks, but I felt my chest grow lighter with every floorboard I ripped up.
The longer I stayed in the house, the less I seemed to notice Ana's scent. It hurt to know that the last piece of her I had was about to be thrown out. Still, as I dropped the last load of the blood-stained wood into the truck bed, a little bit of the guilt I had been carrying lessened.
It was a step closer to leaving my past behind and moving forward to the future, toward Joselin.
I worked until the sun started falling, returned home to shower, and then went to the dining hall.
The head table was empty, and I glared at the door impatiently to catch a glimpse of my witch. Her smell was so unmistakable that it was as if she were in the room with me, and my nerves drove me wild. I needed to tell her about Ana and that I was finally getting closure. I needed to ask her to consider giving me a little more time.
My spine straightened as the doors were pulled open, and Joselin walked in, her hand in the crook of another man's arm. I felt my stomach twist, and I saw red. Her gaze slid right over me as if I was just another face in the crowd, and I wanted to jump over the table, throw her over my shoulder, and take her back to my house.
A sickly, sweet smell rolled off her as she walked by, and I growled as I saw a bite mark on her perfect flesh. Siren.
Had she not learned her lesson the last time?
Joselin's head turned, looking over at me at the sound, but she kept her lips pressed together as she walked by.
I knew exactly who the man was. We had been warned of his arrival in the castle, but I hadn't expected my witch to be with him.
He smiled brightly at her, enamored by her beauty, and it made me want to kill him. But he was Natalie’s brother, technically a member of the royal family. As much as I wanted to kill him, I had to restrain myself.
Still, he needed to leave before I took his departure into my own hands.
of bread as he boasted about
smirked as I knew she had my back. Joselin turned
baby. Eyes
to the newcomer. I had gone all day without seeing her, without her scent and her touch. If anyone took her away
was getting under my skin, and I was ready to throw my knife at him and skewer him to his chair. The fact that he knew how
her chair as she forced her eyes away as one of the servants placed her plate in front of her. The rest of the pack was buffet-style, but my plate remained empty
pressed together, and I
baby. Don't you worry. I'll ease that ache for you real
her lips wrap around the utensil. Everything
on my woman.
tearing her eyes away from her plate
you dancing tomorrow." He repeated, and I felt my eyes burn as they turned black when my beast came forward. One more
She smirked, but I didn't miss how she lit
we would move well together." He responded, and my nails extended
when Aurora and Henry, Natalie's father would return from their trip. The conversation flowed
No words needed to be said as I approached the door,
the hall, and only a second later, she emerged from the dining room. Her long hair looked windblown and wild, begging me to run my hands through
up and back
She greeted, stopping a few feet away and facing me head-on. The sound of my name on her lips was torturous, and I wasted no time pushing
waist, and I spun her, forcing the conference room door open. She let out a gasp
smell of her desire was prominent, and I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes from her body and sink into her as deeply as I could
clipped, but her hands rested on my shoulders as I pushed her against the wall, cupping her jaw as
parted open as she released a sweet little sigh that made me grow hard. "I'll make the
chest was pressed against mine, back arched off the wall. My lips brushed against hers as I spoke, and she trembled in my hold as
further, running my nose down her throat until I reached her neck. My tongue slid across her skin where my mark would one day lay, and she moaned loudly, her hands moving up from my
relief, knowing I hadn't lost her just yet. She was still mine. She just needed a little reminder of what we
go dancing with me. I am done sharing you. " I growled, my teeth scraping against her skin, but knowing it wouldn't be fair for me to mark her just yet. Not without talking to her or asking her if