The Beast's Virgin Claim

Disregarding his existence I hasten forward towards the shelter marching past him without another glimpse at his being that waits to be attended to by me. If I just reach my room, I can bolt it and I shall be protected from him for tonight. The earsplitting racket of his heavy feet thundering against the floor behind me has my heart race with a velocity. Do not follow me!

"Leave me alone, Phobos." I holler a terrified scream leaving my lips for the sound of his footsteps propels me into a panic. They are turbulent and fleet.

My male snatches my wrist with a fierceness as he spins me around to face him whilst I pull rearward towing my hand from his toiling to flee his wrath but he does yield to me.

"Let me go!" I shriek my right closed fist pounding his chest pushing at him. I do not wish to be touched by him tonight. Why cannot I seem to subjugate him in any way, be it endurance or emotional strength? Why must I be so undeniably weak against him?

He grabs my jaw coercing me to look upward to meet his eyes, he seems puzzled by my actions, he does not understand. I haul my face away from his relentless hand only for him to clutch it once more and draw it back towards him. He leans down so very imminent to me his eyes narrowed as he plunges deep into mine, it is as though he is assaying to read my emotions through my eyes.

"You...you are angry. With me. Why?"

"I do not wish to answer you," I growl working to kick his thighs but being short does not defend me in any way. His thighs are too high for my legs to reach.

He tugs me to his chest with ease as though he worries little for my upsetness as though he sees me as this pup throwing a tantrum. "Why?" He demands again.

"I will not answer you, Phobos!"

His eyes narrow further in reprimand, his lips pulled back to uncover his canines at me in warning but it does not soothe my tension. My rage with him overpowers my every sentiment, Moira\'s truth has me betrayed by this male.

"Let go of me," I bark opening my mouth to bite his wrist yet his hold on me does not loosen rather he finds my actions comical. Bored of my tantrum, a low sigh passing his lips he stoops down hooking his arms around my legs hoisting me to cast me across his broad shoulders with ease as though I were a sack of cement.

"Let go, you silly beast!" I complain heatedly like a crazed female kicking my legs as he transfers me to my room.

Throwing me on the bed, my body bobbing to the intensity of his movements I commence to squirm to the other side away from him. I know him, I know how he shall ambush me. His large pitiless palms dart forward with an indescribable urgency to arrest my ankles prying me to him as he ascends over the bed immuring me beneath him.

"No, stop it Phobos!" My hands\' flounder against his chest as my feet boot his abdomen. I do not wish to do this with him, why cannot he understand that at times I shall require space from him? That sometimes I may be upset with him and all he needs to do is let me be?

The beast is fast with his responses, taking my wrists encaging them above my head simultaneously spreading my legs apart coiling them around his waist. He sinks his cock right over my cunt and I incontinently stop my protests my chest heaving, my eyes widening.

"Tell me."

"No." I expose my teeth to him a mean snarl of displeasure sent forth his way.

His blues convert to a fathomless seriousness as he angles his hips and shoots forward a merciless immoral thrust, his cock slamming strenuously onto my quickly moistening pussy. I pant whilst he dips his head to the side regarding my reaction to him.

"Tell me."

I clench my mouth shut twisting away from his wickedness only for my moon blessed to squeeze my jaw and direct me back to confront him.

"If you do not answer me, my next onslaught will not be over this tunic." He warns a sinister gleam in his orbs as I gulp audibly.

He waits and I...lose my fight.

"Moira recounted to me of your lies. Of how you told them you merely found me two weeks ago. I know why you did it." My eyes sadden as my lower lip wobbles, tears blurring my eyes once more.

"Why?"

"Because you found me weak for your pack did you not? You found me embarrassing. Unworthy to be your Luna. You saw me as this female who was mistakenly given to you by the Goddess."

Silence.

He does not reply to me releasing my hands and my legs as I lie lifelessly beneath him.

I have my answer. "Leave Phobos." I twist away from him weeping softly, it damages more than I can tolerate.

"I was merely protecting you." He splits the silence slithering over my bed reclining beside me behind my back.

"Liar," I whine rubbing my tears with the heels of my palms diminutive hiccups departing my mouth.

"Come here. Look at me." He urges benevolently, snaking his arm around my waist turning me back to him.

"It is my truth. They would have come for you much earlier uncaring to how you were, they would have taken you in a way worser than how I did." This is the longest he has spoken to me, I wish to battle with him more on purpose just so I can make him talk longer.

"I-I do not believe you. I do not mean that much to you that you would have wished to protect me from your wolves. Weeks since I entered your lands and not once have you called me by my name." I accuse him my eyes fixed to his.

Phobos smiles at my words. My male is beaming at me.

Cuddling closer to me pressing his lips against my ear he whispers fervidly, "Theia." My orbs swell to the way he summons me, it is so different from how he called my name when I was a pup. This is so tempestuous.

"Theia." He says my name once more hoicking my ear lobe into his mouth giving it a nip as my cheeks blaze with a perverted thrill.

"Theia."

"All right, that is enough. You proved your point." I tell him as my teeth sink into my lower lip. Sinful male, he knows his way with me.

"Theia."

"Stop, Phobos." I am reddening all the way to my ears, I cannot stand the way my name deliciously rolls out his mouth.

"Theia. Theia. Theia. The-" He continues calling me as I belatedly giggle at his antics clamping my palm over his mouth. He regards me his ocean blues gleeful with a fondness.

"I said I understand now."

He removes my hand from his mouth only to reach up and brush my flushed cheeks with his fingers. Budging closer he cradles my face as he plants a feathery kiss over my right cheek. The beats of my heart rest as I gawk at him tongue-tied.

This is the very first sign he has awarded me.. A sign of his affection.