The Beast's Virgin Claim

In a matter of mere heartbeats, two pointed knives are hurled towards their direction gliding through the crowd at an indescribable speed and one lodges itself deep into the rear of Ragon's right knee whilst the other is impales itself in between his shoulder blades.

He lets out a resonant grunt in discomfort and pain as Elriam shrieks whilst he crumples to the ground bleeding heavily. "Ragon!" She is brisk to kneel at his feet studying his wounds whilst Drakho extracts the third knife from his concealed clothing. Her smouldering eyes rise to land on her male very well knowing who exactly is the cause of this.

"Drakho! Ty idiote." Moira yells at him dashing towards an injured Ragon who tries to draw out the knives from his flesh. Her need to heal her mate has swallowed all her rational thinking all she sees is her male bleeding and she desires to assist him.

(You idiot)

"I warned you, Elriam. You mustn't provoke me. I do not know what kind of traditions you are used to but here we follow an eye for an eye. He touches my female, he bleeds." Drakho says casually yet he is cautious for he knows he will face her wrath but to me, it looks like he is waiting.

Waiting for her to come closer so he can apprehend her in the invisible trap he has laid out for her one she is oblivious to but one we all can see.

She does not speak a word but only lunges for him filled with outrage and aggravation and he welcomes her wholly. Rather he foresees her movements before she could even attack and when she attempts to throw a powerful punch with her steel knuckles he snickers and grasps her by her wrist shoving her to the earth whilst mounting her being in a matter of mere seconds.

His fingers capture her jaw and angle her mouth upward as he forces his eager lips onto hers.

Elriam's eyes broaden with a mixture of shock and wonder as she begins to reach for her own knives and once again her male foresees her potential actions. Arresting her wrists he locks her hands above her head whilst parting her legs with his knees and occupying the space in between with his athletic body.

It is immediate how the fight perishes in her eyes for it is the first time she is feeling the sparks of the moon gifted bond and how it overpowers her body. She cannot fight it, she cannot fight him.

A single fierce thrust of his pelvis onto her mound has her whimper out as she clenches her eyes shut to his ardent aggressive kiss. "Your fury, your strength arouses me to the point that I feel my cock is going to explode. Why must you torment me this way, my female?" He moans into her mouth as her cheeks flush to his truth.

I let out a fatigued sigh in objection to this male's antics. He is showing to everyone present who she belongs to in a wild way in our way one I am sure she is not comfortable with for she looks as though she is about to cry. "Drakho. Nech ji jít." I order but he is so drunk by his lust for her that he does not abide by my command, he does not even hear it.

(Let her go)

"What the fuck? Let her go, you bastard. Your incivility appals me." Ragon bellows as Moira tends to his injuries sitting close beside him.

"Drakho!" The authority in my voice echoes all around us causing my wolves to whine and bow their heads in respect whilst the stupid male instantly rises his body tensing in response. "That is not the way you must treat your female be it our ways or not. You will treat her with respect for she is not birthed on our soil. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Královna." He bows to me and gives his female who is dazed by his fierce desire a lewd avid look. Elriam catches her male by his throat fleetly her eyes flaming with anger and his eyes darken with an aphrodisiac need that immobilizes him beneath his female's touch. Her dominance the strength she possesses that is equal to his tempts him.

"Touch me like that again and I will make sure your cock does explode for I will ram my knee into it." She irately threatens him with a flash of her teeth.

"I shall look forward to it, my female." He whispers breathlessly his eyes keenly watching the sway of her hips as she wanders back to Ragon. He will attempt to capture her again I know it.

"Ragon are you, all right?" I question worry coating my voice.

"Yes. I just need my wounds to be bandaged."

"W-Would you...like to come to my home? I can bandage them for you." Moira stammers her gaze adhered to his wounds for she is unable to meet his gaze. I do not know if it is shyness or nervousness.

"Elriam can do it for me. I do not wish to be touched by you any longer." Ragon disregards her with his vicious voice and she jerks back taking her trembling palms away from his flesh in rejection.Her lower lip wobbles and she gives him a shaky nod of acceptance. Getting up she quickly spins around on her heels and allows a fresh set of tears to stream down her cheeks.

He is hurting her but she will take his brutality without protest for she thinks she deserves it.