The Beast's Virgin Claim

"It feels a bit upsetting for me." He speaks rubbing the shampoo in between his hands to create fresh foam.

"What does?"

"It has been so long since I relinquished even the smallest of luxuries that I grew up with in order to claim my throne. It was not that arduous for I had always longed to be one with the wild but everything in this pack that you are used to but which you do not find back home...I am concerned you are not happy, Theia. I do not know how I can offer you these things back there."

"I am happy, Phobos. I do not need such luxuries I have told you this before." I answer wishing to ease his worries as he works to massage the shampoo into my golden locks startling me. "You do not have to wash me."

"I have always wanted to. Father regularly did so with mother, it was a symbol of his love for her." He says receiving a fond smile from me, no matter how harsh his father was Phobos has learnt things in regards to being a good male from him. In that way, I suppose my male considers his father a role model when it comes to dealing with the mate bond.

"And did you hear me? I said I was happy."

"Yes, I did." His voice is faint his true emotions disguised by the overpowering racket of the shower. With no hesitation bounding me I turn around to regard him in order to make sure my truth will be received well by the stupid male.

"Has returning to my pack made you feel insecure concerning your duty as my provider?" I ask peering up at him with a keen affection shown to him clearly through my eyes. All he ever cares about is making sure I am truly happy.

"Yes. Very much." There is an unsettled frown that takes its seat amid his brows as he tenderly cleans my belly to lessen the potent smell of his semen.

"What is it that you think we lack back home that I want? I have everything I could ever want with you Phobos. I love what I am blessed with and I do not need anything more. That cosy cabin for two we live in is what I call home. Our home. So do not ever question yourself when it comes to me. I will be happy wherever and with whatever as long as you are beside me." I set my palm gently over his cheek stroking his cheekbone with my thumb showing to him the unfaltering love I hold for him.

"Thank you, my female. I shall treasure your truth." He murmurs gazing down at me with a warm grateful smile whilst nudging his cheek further into my palm bathing in the admiration I lovingly shower upon him.

"But could you grant me one wish?" I ask anxiously while smearing the soap's froth onto his chest and belly washing him. There is no such thing that only the male can bathe his female as a token of his love, I can do the same. Love goes both ways.

"What is it?"

"First answer me this. What do you like the most about my family's pack? About the time you spent so far here?"

"Feasting on your flesh on the very same bed where you touched yourself to the thoughts of me as a juvenile on countless occasions." His unhesitant agile answer has my cheeks blaze avidly with embarrassment. Goodness can this male not give me a break? Horny male.

"Other than that," I say restlessly, wanting him to relate his answer in regards to my family or the overall vibe of the pack he picked up on like how they welcomed him or how pleasant he found them to be. I want him to say he likes this place and would love to come and visit often. I am fearful...that this would be the last time he would permit me to ever come here again. I am terrified this would be the last time I can see my family.

"I feel as though you are seeking a particular answer from me, Drah." He states with a seriousness in his voice that bothers me further. I keep my head down as immediate apprehensive tears flow down my cheeks masked by the running water whilst my heart aches to the stabbing sadness I feel. He senses it, my unexpected variation in emotions. "Look at me." He whispers feebly with a keen softness that is carried by the tone of his voice whilst he cradles my face in his palms urging me to lift my head and meet him so he can discern the reality of my feelings.

"Why are you crying? What is it that has your heart troubled?" He asks gently gliding his thumbs beneath my eyes his own holding sadness in them as he peers down at me. Watching me cry he loathes it.

"I w-want to come back here, Phobos. I want to visit often. Ismena is pregnant with a male and Cronus will find his female soon. Living so far away from them breaks my heart and I truly wish to be a part of their lives."

Phobos allows an understanding sigh to pass through his lips and he leans down to plant a loving kiss upon my forehead. "What I have told you, Theia? I will do anything and everything as long as it is you who demands it from me. I promise you I will bring you here as often as you want and even on the days I am bound to my duties as an Alpha and cannot accompany you I shall still make sure your feet land on this soil."

"Truly? You would permit me to return here?"

"Permit you? Who am I to permit you? You are my equal, you can do as you please. You are not under my control in any way. I have seen how much you cherish your friends and family. You share a much bigger bond with them than what I had with my own inner circle and I will do my best to make sure you will be here often to see them."

"Thank you." I whimper standing on my tiptoes to encircle my arms around his neck hugging him as a sign of my gratefulness whilst he hooks his limbs beneath my thighs and carries me out towards the quiet vacant chamber.

"There is no need to thank me, my freesia. It is my responsibility as your male to make sure all your desires are fulfilled." Phobos slowly sets me down on my feet enveloping a fluffy towel around my shivering body so it could soak up the wetness of my flesh and warm me up.

He strides towards his coffee-coloured baggage rummaging through it picking out his outfit for today. "Are you thrilled to see the lantern festival today?" I ask stepping to the closet to browse through the apparel I possess here that were not taken to our pack. My eyes linger on the sleeveless lavender colour layered dress and it sparks my interest. I haven't worn it before I do not remember when I purchased it but I know it is brand-new. I shall wear it for tonight's celebration.

"Thrilled is not the word I would use. Curious perhaps yes." He responds leisurely putting on a pair of navy blue jeans to compliment his unbuttoned white linen shirt that beguiles me. Is there no clothing in this world that would not accentuate my male's good looks? Why must he look sensuous in everything he wears, how many females must I go to war with?

"Phobos why did you not wear your boxers underneath? What if your jeans zipper somehow gets unfastened?"

"That would be quite the show then. After all, your male is well hung down there and according to your own words, I am humungous." He teases me with a sly skyward slope of his lips as my eyes swell to his words supported by a muffled gasp.

"You heard me last night?"

"I did. I have sharp hearing, Theia. I detect everything." He laughs witnessing the way I crimson all the way up to the tip of my ears.

"That is not right! You mustn't eavesdrop on female's gossip." I scold him with an annoyed huff as he casually trudges towards my heat seizes my wrist and guides me outside towards the stairs. He did not even let me put on my shoes but then again we hardly ever wear shoes back home except during the winter season. We have been unknowingly walking around bare feet on Cronus's lands as well, I wonder if the pack noticed.

"Maybe next time do not make it so apparent."

"What do you mean?"

"I intentionally overheard your conversation solely because of your reaction, Theia."

"My reaction? What reaction?" I ask with confusion as Phobos halts in his tracks to shift towards me. Lightly forcing me rearward he cages me upon the staircase handrail his arms fixed on either of my sides his fingers clutching onto the rail.

Leaning forward caressing the outer shell of my right ear with his moist lips he answers me in a hushed gruff voice that has my cunt wickedly throb to the indescribable depth it holds. "When your friend inquired how huge I was down there, you became insanely wet. I could smell your arousal from where I was seated and after, your pale flesh began to flush into such a tantalising colour that I could visibly see it despite the darkness of the night. Does this answer your question, my queen?"

"Yes." The tip of his mischievous tongue sensually laps up the overly sensitive frail skin over my mark and I gasp gripping onto the collar of his shirt tugging him closer down to me angling my face to sample his mouth.

Phobos looks too hot for me to handle in this outfit. I wish he would eat me wearing this.

My moon blessed brutally clutches my jaw dragging me closer to his face muffled eager growls roaring out his chest. He perceives the dirty images in my mind that has surfaced of him doing unspeakable things to me wearing this particular outfit. "Tonight." He announces whilst humping his cock onto my veiled moistening pussy. Shall I skip breakfast? Shall I misbehave and get into trouble with this reckless male? I want to be a deviant with him.

It is so simple for this male to turn me into a hot panting mess with effortless involuntary actions, this is the immense power he holds over me.

"Tonight," I murmur feverishly my craving globes anchored to his plump lips just like his are on mine. He swallows hard and I brazenly crush my heaving ample breasts against his muscled chest which has him grunt as if he is in torment, sealing his eyes he takes a steady inward breath. He is hoping it shall calm him down and forbid the reigns of his self-control to slip past his fingers. We feasted on each other all morning yet why is it that it is never truly enough? How come our bellies are never full no matter how much we eat?

"Theia." He says my name as though he is pleading with me to stop this.

"Phobos." And I say his name as though I am pleading with him to continue this. Who is the seducer here between the both of us I wonder?

Just before our thirsty lips encounter the other to set fire to our limitless passion that would consume us and force us back into the bedroom, Zina's teasing voice that climbs up from the bottom of the staircase has me flinch and peer down at her in shock. "Oh my, what a beautiful sight to witness first thing in the morning."

Phobos extracts his palms away that were roughly kneading the fleshy globes of my ass just a few seconds ago and moves backwards freeing me from his cage. "Zina! Good morning." I chirp overlooking the excessive dampness of my crying cunt.

"Morning? It already feels like late in the afternoon, that is how late you are. Punctuality runs in your blood and this is the very first you are this late for breakfast.. Mind telling me why?" She playfully wriggles her eyebrows and I shove my elbow into her side walking ahead without sparing her another glance.