The Beast's Virgin Claim

I had slept tranquilly nuzzled into my male's chest his shielding arms enveloping me in a cocoon of raw pleasure. Never had I once been drawn by that kind of intense slumber for the second my ears tuned into the calming sound of his heartbeats I was entranced. His wild scent his tender pecks of affection on the surface of my neck and my body pressed against my moon blessed's everything seemed to lull me further into a mist.

For those few hours I was in euphoria, I had everything I ever wanted with me. My essence snuggled in my male's arms. But when the crows began to caw and the hens let their morning cries slip past their throats I was once more dragged away by pitiless reality which seemed to ridicule me for my vulnerability.

Phobos did not let go of me rather his hold on me grew tighter as his eyes fluttered close whilst he inhaled my scent preserving the visage of my soul in the abyss of his core. He did not wish to shift aside from my heat and neither did I as I gripped onto the rear of his shirt like my life depended on it.

My male held my face carefully within his palms gleaming ocean blues peering down at me with a keen concern. I still remember the way his thumb brushed delicately against my cheekbone, the way his orbs memorized my features. My eyes, nose, lips, cheeks.

I was not bashful for I had courageously done the same, his soft touch which never failed to bring forth those sizzling goosebumps I knew I would yearn with every breath I took. Loneliness would surely be my companion for the next seven months, I thought as a tremendous dread filled me up hauling me down into quicksand.

He discerned my inner war with precision and he did not like it, that I was feeling this way. That his departure was the cause of my frailty. Yet we both grasped the fact that his duty to the pack always came first over his every sentiment, every want and every need.

It made me content that Phobos staggered on the same path as me for he found leaving my being depressing. He did not need to discourse with me his truth as I noticed the way the brilliance of his eyes dimmed down to a neutral lacklustre tone the way the peaks of his lips slid downward portraying to me his upsetness.

As the racket of his warriors arming themselves outside our cabin preparing for the hunt was detected by us we gazed speechlessly at each other whilst the rhythms of our hearts moulded together to become one, our souls announcing our silent parting.

Phobos hoisted my right wrist to his awaiting lips his globes locked firmly with mine to lay a lingering searing kiss upon my pulse it was a deed that expressed to me his feelings. Perhaps to others, it may have seemed like an act of mere desire between mates but I understood the real meaning behind it. His meaning.

Phobos had made his soundless claim that I entirely belonged to him. Body, mind, heart and soul.

So I did the same as him once more. I wished to make my claim too before he left my side. I raised his left wrist and drew it skyward towards my mouth. His eyes swelled slightly by my action for he hadn't expected it from me, the second my lips daringly caressed his flesh the beats of his heart accelerated his being shivered as his chest heaved with the magnitude of the sparks that erupted all over.

"You belong to me too, Phobos," I whispered to him with a sense of sudden confidence that engulfed me. The astonishment withdrew from his eyes and I was met by his blinding smile. A once in a blue moon kind of grin that I often received from him when I was a pup.

When he stepped foot outside our cottage, the savages greeted us with bows of respect whilst Drakho steered forth Asger to pass onto my male. The females were headstrong as always standing tall their hands held stiffly behind their backs as they gawked at the males with pride.

I did not comprehend how they were able to live for seven months apart from their moon blessed, it felt impossible for me. I was the only female who had her emotions on display and I was not embarrassed by it. Rather I wanted them all to see how much their Luna cherished their Alpha for love seemed to be lacking on their lands.

Phobos did not carry much with him except for fur apparel to keep him warm in the case winter chose to emerge earlier than its time. I stood in the fields hugging my flesh shivering violently to the ruthless early morning breeze with my orbs adhered to his flesh observing the ease of his movements which showed me how used to it he was. I had questioned how many years he had been leaving his pack females that way.

After he had evaluated through all that was readied by his wolves for the winter hunt and had settled down he gave a terse nod to all in acknowledgement and the females rapidly rushed towards their males embracing them, kissing them and touching them. It was a lewd sight to heed indeed for they held no care to have an open show of want as the males grabbed their mate's breasts, bottoms and even thrust their hips sensually onto their cunts.

My cheeks crimsoned naughtily as I timidly took a peek at my male who casually continued loading a few personal supplies onto Asger, the bustle was nothing novel to him for he had seen it all before plenty of times.

It was not that I wanted him to show that kind of want towards me in front of all to see rather I did not expect any kind of open farewell from him at all as Phobos tended to keep things private between us. But my moon blessed as continually never failed to astound me for he turned to regard me with a purpose. Each step he took forward had my breath hitch, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"Drah." One word from his mouth addressed to me and at once all his wolves quietened staring at him with shock whilst I stumbled backwards in a surprise of his antics. I hadn't foreseen it.

(Beloved)

His limbs caged my supple waist drawing me to his chest as I stared up at him with broadened globes. "I have a gift for you." My moon blessed uttered loud enough for every wolf to hear, he did not care how he seemed before them for all he beheld was his female.

"F-For me?" I asked with excitement pressing myself harder against his fiery being.

He nodded in affirmation urging his hand into the small pouch encircled around his waist, he drew out a white freesia flower to gingerly set it within my locks over my right ear. It was truly beautiful and very fragrant like fresh strawberries or summer fruits full of nectar.

"Thank you, Phobos. I love your present." I beamed up at him as my fingertips caressed the soft petals of the flower stuck into my hair, a sense of giddiness fueled me. It was my first gift from him, I knew I would treasure it wholeheartedly.

The savages peered at the both of us with wonderment and I had felt the need to boast. Indeed the females had all given their males a handmade present but Phobos was the first male to offer his female one. He revealed to them what I meant to him in a way.. It was his first apparent demonstration of love towards me.

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