95

I suddenly feel nauseous. I don’t want to go to the council to meet the same people that will decide my fate.
Tobias, seeing how nervous I become, places the phone back in the cupboard before closing the lid and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I relax against him and he rests his chin on top of my head. “Don’t be scared, I won’t let them hurt you, Imogen.”
“No, you will just let them kill me.” I say, stepping back and away from him.
I hear him sigh as I turn and walk off towards the living room. Theo is still in the exact same position on the armchair by the fireplace. A perfect statue.
“How long will he remain like that?” I ask, worried. Tobias walks over and places a hand on Theo’s shoulder. Theo doesn’t even blink, just stares off vacantly.
“I’m not sure, hopefully not long,” he says.
I turn the TV on and put a movie on. I’m suddenly feeling mentally drained. I try to watch the movie, but it is hard, seeing Theo out of the corner of my eye sitting so still. It is starting to give me the creeps. Tobias, obviously used to Theo going into this state, just watches the movie, his big, warm hand resting on my thigh.
I roll onto my back. “When we go to the council, will they decide then, how much time I have left?” Tobias turns, looking at me before climbing between my legs, his arms resting on either side of my head as he holds the weight of his body off mine.
“I’m not sure, but Theo and I will be with you, so will my parents, so don’t be worried. You may think they don’t like you, but they do. They just aren’t used to dealing with humans. They won’t let anyone hurt you either Imogen, not even my father,” he says, kissing my forehead.
When he pulls back, I kiss him. I feel him smile against my lips before he thrusts his hips into me. He is already hard underneath his pants. I moan, his lips move to my neck as he sucks on the skin. Then, I catch sight of Theo over his shoulder, still staring off blankly. I shiver, not really comfortable with him staring, even though I know he isn’t watching.
“What is it?” Tobias asks when he feels me shiver.
“Nothing. Theo, is creeping me out staring off like that.”
Tobias looks over his shoulder before sitting up. “I can try and wake him.”
“How did you wake him last time?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He has a silly smirk on his face. “By touching him,” he says, his lips turning up slightly, obviously remembering the last time he was in this state.
I laugh, of course he will wake up. I stand up and Tobias watches me. “What are you going to do?” He asks.
I know it is childish but right now, I’m bored. “You got a sharpie?” I ask, a silly smile on my face, lighting up at my idea. Tobias eyebrows furrow, wondering what I want a sharpie for.
He stands up and walks off before coming back with a permanent marker. “What do you want that for?”
“Well, the pair of you still aren’t forgiven, so while he is like that I plan on giving him a make-over.” I walk over to Theo, suddenly excited about doodling on his face. I take the lid off, standing in front of him. He is the perfect canvas, still as a statue.
“Imogen, will he kill you,” Tobias snorts, but doesn’t stop me.
I have to stop myself from laughing, not that he can hear or see me, but that doesn’t make it any less funny.
Tobias walks out before coming back with another marker. “You ever do this to me, and I will spank you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week,” he says, a silly smile on his face as bends down in front of him.
I color in his eyebrows before joining them together. I’m impressed at Tobias drawing skills as he draws a huge cock on Theo’s face that goes from the bottom of his ear to Theo’s mouth. It is unbelievably detailed and veiny. I also draw a huge, curly mustache. By the time we are done, we both stand back and admire our artwork.
“Done now? You had your fun?” Tobias asks.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy doing that Tobias, I can feel you through the bond.” I say, nudging him with my elbow.
He chuckles slightly. “Maybe a little, but he is going to be so pissed off when he wakes up.”
I chuckle and Tobias wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me to him. I turn in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck.
Tobias’s lips move to mine as he kisses the side of my lips, to my chin. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, his hands going to my ass, holding me against him. I run my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck.
“Not here. Not with Picasso over there,” Tobias chuckles and turns, carrying me up the stairs while I suck on his neck.
He groans, liking the feeling of me, kissing and sucking on him. I hear him open the bedroom door before depositing me on the bed. Tobias leans over the top of me, and I tug his shirt up. He removes it when he realizes I want it off. I run my hands up his chest, loving the feeling of each muscle moving under my fingertips. Tobias moves his face closer, kissing me softly, his hand going under my shirt as he grabs my breast, squeezing it. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
His lips move to my neck as he pushes my shirt up higher before removing it. He kisses the top of my breast, before biting down. I hiss at the pain before his tongue soothes it. I can feel his erection through his pants. Reaching down, I tug on his belt, trying to loosen it. Seeing I want his pants off, he quickly stands and removes them, while I pull my leggings down, removing them and tossing them at him. They hit him in the face, and he smiles before climbing on the bed between my legs. I can feel his erection on the inside of my thigh.