The Beast's Virgin Claim

He wants me with a keen voracity I know this but I am unsure as to why he forces himself away. Why, is the question and I truly wish to find out.

My male\'s left palm casually settles over my hipbone as though it is where it belongs whilst he drives his toned front to my back and I gasp breathlessly whilst the heat of his being sets me ablaze. Oh, goddess how much hornier can I get than this? I have been patient and understanding with him but how much longer can I last without his meat?

"Which one?" He rasps with an unfathomable deepness held in his voice and I shiver as my body senses the wicked fire of his ocean blues on it. He is looking at me and I want him to see what lies underneath my clothes for it will work in my favour as bait and I want to discern his reaction.

"The blue container," I whisper digging my nails into the wood of the counter controlling my urge to turn around and get on my knees in front of his humongous cock. I have never tasted him but I have learnt the different ways on how to give him pleasure. Lumina taught me and I truly wish to try it out with him.

I want to see his face when he is on the brink of release and I thirst to sample his seed on my tongue. Is that shameless of me?

He unhurriedly obtains and carries down the container as I hold in my breath my aroused eyes steadily attached to the wall ahead. My breaths come out in searing pants whilst he sets the box over the counter with a faint thud.

"Thank you." My voice is unstable and breathless. Why do you torture me to this extent, my male? What sort of cruel sentence is this?

His clasp on my hip tautens and I whimper faintly with delight. I have gotten accustomed to his barbarity and roughness when it comes to feeding on my flesh to the point that I brazenly crave it. That I yearn for his aggressiveness and wild fucking. I have missed it so much that I cannot even put it in words.

"You smell nice, Theia." He grunts out as the tip of his nose glides up the delectable frail skin of my neck that I deliberately bare to him.

"I smell the same as always Phobos."

"No, your scent has altered for the second time. It is now fused with Tadeas\'s."

"Perhaps." I gasp out as his moist scalding lips press against my throbbing mark and in a matter of seconds jolts of electric sparks is sent straight down to my dampening cunt and it thrills me to the point my knees buckle under the weight of my drastic lust to be gobbled up. The last time I provoked him he bent me over the table but the punishment I was craving for never came.

But today I will take what is my right to possess. I will make sure he falls in my trap.

A throaty groan of need is let out by him as he slowly rolls his pelvis onto my chubby ass whilst his right brawny limb eagerly circles over my waist whilst his palm fervently dives beneath my shirt to relax against my unclothed belly. "Have you fed him yet?"

"Yes, I did earlier in the morning."

"I still cannot believe you are a mother."

"That is because I am still a juvenile in your eyes am I not? When will you start seeing me as an adult wolf, Phobos?" A high pitched whine vacates my throat as he glides his ardent fingertips over my ribs towards the lower swell of my ample breasts.

They have grown much bigger since I birthed Tadeas and the two weighty balls of meat dangerously tantalize my male for I have seen how he gapes at them when I wear tight clothing but soon enough he will love them with his skilled mouth as they demand.

"You know that is not true. I would not feed on your flesh the way I do if I considered you that way." He utters with a profound huskiness that has my needy cunt leak out more bodily fluid. Can he not smell it, the way my body hungers for him?

Resting the back of my head against his firm chest I tilt my face up to meet his dimmed destructive blues that have me at their mercy. Phobos\'s eyes darken even more as I sensually initiate our fucking whilst I commence to erotically grind my ass against his awakened savoury cock that sits upright jabbing onto my anus. Filthy male.

With a booming snarl that reverberates all around me, his right palm ascends at an indecipherable speed to clamp around my neck and choke me in a controlled yet delicate grip. He is warning me. I must be afraid, I must run for my life. But I will not do so. I will never leave his side again. I will meet his beastly passion, his unrelenting dominance head-on.