The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Yes." There is not even a single trace of hesitance as he brazenly voices his truth. "So much that I desire to have it as my meal three times a day, so much that I envy my male."

"How does it taste like to you?"

"Like sweet delectable nectar. But definitely not as sweet as your cunt." My cheeks heat up to the point I am unable to endure his hotness and I set my palms over my face concealing myself from him. Phobos bursts into deafening laughter that echoes around the bathroom walls as I punch his chest in return.

There is only so much I can take from his unabashed male of mine who constantly says and does lewd things.

"How is it that you still have not gotten accustomed to me and my ways, my female?"

"One can never get used to you," I speak as his laughter loudens whilst I saunter out of the bathroom towards our room to change my undies. If I head out to the gates smelling like this, they would all know what exactly transpired here.

"But I must admit you have gotten much better at handling me compared to when I first brought you here." He says as he too changes into a fresh set of attire. I know he does not care if wolves learnt of what occurred here but he is doing so out of respect for me.

"Whom do you prefer more? How I was or how I am?"

"I adore your past and your present equally. For both of them was and is my Theia." He smiles a smile that has my heart flutter with indescribable emotions.

"And what of me? Do you prefer the juvenile I was or the male I am today?" He asks trying to mask his insecurity and steaming nervousness from me. It is tough to behold them clearly for his eyes remain cold and unfeeling but I know it. I feel it and he need not show me or openly tell me.

"You are not any different to me, Phobos."

"You said I changed, that I developed into a completely new male one whom you could not recognize." He speaks while offering me his palm which I grab onto happily. I like it when he holds my hand, I feel protected and cherished. Our pack males do show public displays of affection with their females but it is mostly sexual.

But Phobos shows the more sweet parts of a relationship like holding hands, forehead kisses and tight warm hugs.

"Yes, that is true. But I was blind to your essence for the juvenile part of you never died or was replaced. He was always there within you just waiting for me to bring him out."

"Is that true? Then tell me what parts of me resemble the male you played with when you were a pup?" Curiosity sparkles in those brilliant blues of his as he peers down at me with utmost fondness and I cannot help but fall for this alluring male of mine even more.

"It is always the little things, the way you teach and train me every day to grow stronger, wilder. The way you care for me like carrying me to our bedroom when I fall asleep on the couch or when you make breakfast understanding I am exhausted because of Tadeas. The way you look at me sometimes mirrors the way you beheld me when I was a pup.

Your protectiveness, that serene composure you possess and the way you constantly tease me. It all resembles the juvenile you. Especially-"

"Especially?"

"The way you cut apples has never changed. You still peel the skin out with a pocket knife and shape the flesh into small wild hares for me."

"You were quite fond of them when you were a pup, it makes you smile and I want to make sure it remains forevermore." He chuckles with a shake of his head as we both saunter towards Tadeas's crib. He is a quiet male just like his father, he does not make a single sound even when he awakens from slumber rather he waits patiently. He waits until Phobos or I come to check on him.

Tadeas is awake indeed and he has his enormous excited ocean blues plastered on both of us greeting us with a wide toothless grin and messy pale blonde hair. His locks are growing at a rapid speed unlike the other pups but Phobos refuses to cut it wanting it to extend longer and now both of them look like two photocopies.

"How was your nap my little beast?" I coo softly whilst picking up Winnie from his side and setting it at the foot of his crib. Tadeas has formed an attachment to Winnie he will not sleep, eat or play without her by his side.

My male babbles in return his chubby cheeks moving in an adorable manner as he attempts to communicate with us. He is only seven months old but he has got the both of us wrapped around his tiny finger. Phobos swiftly squats by the crib playfully hiding from his male and Tadeas jumps back searching for his father with upset worried eyes. "Where is your father, Tadeas?

I cannot find him can you?" I act shaken blanketing my mouth with my palms as the little one quickly crawls forward and stands up on wobbly plump legs by grabbing onto the wooden rails of the crib for support.

He scours the whole room for his father his blues instantly shifting to one of a striking gold seeking to sense his father's essence. But Phobos is smart he keeps himself obscured not allowing Tadeas to use his abilities to find him. This is sort of his informal training.

His uneasy golden globes turn even more upset and his lips quiver as he begins to wail noisily for he is unable to locate the one whom he was frantically looking for.