The Beast's Virgin Claim

He halts his eyes snapping to mine in an urgency to lock them but I do not meet his summoning orbs looking away outward the open terrace. "The tales you heard after you abandoned me in my pack when I was eighteen are not true. This is all you need to know."

"I did not forsake you. I was protecting you Drah."

"Whatever you call it. You had always been a cruel male I merely refused to acknowledge it for that was how much I cherished you in my soul. And I reckon you wish to ask me about my relationship with your brother." When I turn to face him he gazes away from me swallowing apprehensively. Yes he wants to know.

"I suppose you find it arduous to kiss me because you envision my lips doing sinful antics with other males including Deimos is it not?" I hold in my breath imploring the goddess hoping it is not true. Hoping there is another reason for it.

A single nod is all he gives me and I take in a tremulous breath restraining my cry of torment. My heart feels too burdensome for me to carry.

"Deimos was my protector. He was a true friend. He was a great companion. I saved him after the death of your parents and in return he saved me from the hell you recklessly thrust me into. I sought solace from him and at times I would imagine he was you to relieve the anguish of my heart which you prompted. That is all."

I rise up casually from the bed sensing the end of our conversation. He takes a brief step forward his eyes observing each and every movement of mine. The beast is monitoring my intentions whether to tackle me or not in the case I chose to flee his advances.

"He hadn't encountered Lumina for a long time and we had concluded I would be his Luna to bear a little of his weight if he needed it. If you find my acceptance of it immoral than that lies with you. But I do not regret it I would have readily been by his side as a friend for he had no other to look after him not even his brother whom he adored so much."

He inhales deeply as he absorbs the truth he had dismissed. If he had simply trusted me or if he had asked me before sentencing me things might have been different between us.

"I am so sick of this." A muffled whimper parts my wobbling lips as I hastily wipe my tears away that freely run down my cheeks. "We keep running in circles. All this back and forth with you I do not wish to deal with it anymore Phobos. All you have ever done is hurt me since I was eighteen. T-This is not how I want my life to go. This is not how I want it to be between us."

"I know. I understand." He nods in agreement shifting towards me to hug my being but I move away from him not wanting to be touched. Vocalizing the truth does not mean I shall disregard the way I have been treated by him.

"No you do not understand. This necklace you gave me when I was ten and I have worn it proudly since then never once taking it off as I promised. This is the type of female I am. How could you even consider I would touch another when all I have ever craved was you? How could you stomp on me this way?"

"I am sorry."

"My emotions you like to play with them is that it? You want me to remain as an object you can manipulate with ease?"

"No that is not what I want, Theia. Forgive me."

"For what?"

"For not trusting my little freesia. For getting consumed by the malicious lies." Clenching my jaw gritting my teeth I stare away from his pleading blues. Why does it feel like he is so happy right now? Like my words have levitated a weight which suffocated him for many years?

"Now that we have addressed the situation as you required there is nothing else to speak about," I murmur clutching the book to my chest roaming around him towards the door. I do not want to be in this room with him any longer.

Phobos is speedy to apprehend my forearm whirling me towards his desire only to angle his head and crush his searing lips onto mine. It is not a gentle kiss he gives me but a carnivorous forceful one. My eyes broaden with confusion and I fight in his hold pounding my fists brutally against his chest. This is not what I want this moment.

I tear my mouth from his aiming away shaking my head in rebuke of his actions. "No. Stop it Phobo-" He merely grasps my jaw coercing my face to meet his so he can gorge my lips savagely once more not allowing me to breathe. I can feel the totality of the need he held and his happiness in this one kiss.

He steers me towards his bed shoving me atop stumbling over with me as I writhe beneath him whilst he ravishes my lips like a piece of meat he salivated over. His right palm braces tightly around my neck holding me in place whilst his left has my limbs secured above my head so he can take what he needs from me. Selfish male.

*This bed which once carried two innocent wolves now holds two wicked mates swamped in passion.*

His damp lewd tongue is rammed coarsely into the warmth of my mouth the tip savouring my every nook and corner a flavour he memorizes with all his senses. He groans with an intense gratification as though he has ultimately drunk a potion of salvation which I only could give him.

"My Theia." He states into my mouth his fingers squeezing my cheeks as he positions me to take more of his monstrous relentless tongue which only seeks to travel deeper.

Fangs elongate to my inner storm of his antics to sink into his organ as he alarms and promptly releases me. I bare my teeth at him a resonating snarl ejecting from my chest.

He does not pay heed to me nonchalantly wiping the blood that drips out his mouth with a slight teasing smirk. My hand is instantly boosted to slap him back into reality but he predicts my subsequent action before I could do so only to grab my advancing hand and draw it to his mouth to plant a kiss on my pulse as though urging me to calm and wait.

Rummaging through his pocket he extracts a pearl bead ring as he pries my hand closer to his face. Removing the green ring Deimos gifted me tossing it on the bed he slips his own onto my slender finger in replacement. "I made it for you. Moira was guiding me on how to make it during the last two months every evening before dinner." He smiles down at me scrutinising my hand checking to see if it is a perfect fit. Is this why he contributed so much of his time to her the past weeks? To make me this ring?

"How do you know my size?"

"I measured you whilst you slept." This male never misses to astonish me.

"This does not change anything. This does not change how you doubted my virtue."

"I know. I shall earn your forgiveness with time."

I look down at my hand the ring is so gorgeous and the fact that he made it for me makes my heart feel so full. It makes me feel as though I am important in his life that I am valued though he never openly acts like it but he silences my storm with these sweet gestures of his.

"You are mine Drah." He declares his knuckles affectionately skimming against my cheekbone as his blues plunge into mine blending our souls into one.

"I have always been yours, you dull-witted beast," I claim with a reprimanding punch to his chest hoping the stupid male has learnt his lesson.

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