The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Why?" I ask dejectedly my voice cracking soft hiccups quaking my flesh and my male stops in his tracks turning around to regard me.

"Why what?"

"Why is it that I am the one who loves you more? Why is it that I am always the one yearning for you? Why do you not love me the way I love you? Why do you not see the meaning behind my actions today?"

"I came here because I love you, Theia. To protect you. Why else would I-"

"No, you lie! You find it so effortless to leave me it comes to you naturally. You do not need my love but he deserves it more."

"Whom?" His eyes bulge slightly at my truth, his hands clenched into firm quivering fists as he awaits my reply.

"Your beast."

"No, you do not belong to him. You are mine." He yells his voice so very hoarse as he takes a large step towards my simmering heat his possessiveness towering taking control of him. He disapproves of me saying such things.

"Yes I belong to you but I... belong to him too and you must make peace with that. Make peace with him."

"If it is my words you do not understand I shall show you with my body whom exactly you belong to. Come here." He snaps exposing his canines to me hunting to find a way to capture me so he can fuck me into submission and make me cry out his name until he is pacified.

"Do you see this mark? I feel him now Phobos, I am not frightened of him anymore." I bare scarred my neck to him and his breath audibly hitches his body sways to what he sees, a vivid dried wound stands out on my pale flesh.

"He almost killed you, he almost took you away from me, has scarred you for life and you wish to love him. I will not let you Theia. He does not deserve it."

"He is your equal Phobos. Tell me will you not love my wolf? Is she not yours?"

"I love her. She is mine."

"Then your beast, he belongs to me too and I assure you he will never harm me again."

"Stop speaking on his behalf! You do not know him he is different from the others, he will not bend to you and will do as he pleases." I sense dark waves of anxiety enveloping my being but it is not my own for it radiates from my moon blessed. He recognises what it is I am going to do and it is making him apprehensive.

"He will listen to me and I am going to show that to you right now." I declare while speedily racing out the tree line towards the pack grounds.

"Do not do it, Theia. Stop!" Phobos roars trying to stop me but I overlook his fear. I must do this, I need to be the bridge between those two males.

"Luna!" Drakho hurries forward with a group of skilled warriors trailing after him.

I turn towards the forest facing my male who stands at a distance shaking his head pleading with me to not do it. He does not possess the power anymore in this situation, I do. His beast will not submit to him but he will pay heed to me.

"What is happening?" Drakho questions from my side a deep frown lingering amid his brows. Our pack wolves have gathered behind me each watching in curiosity and confusion.

Sealing my eyes taking a deep breath I enter the waters the beast resides in and swim downwards towards the home he has built for us. "Theia!" Phobos cries out my name in warning he is against this and he shall fight the one who is anticipating my call.

"Poj. Poj ke mn, m zve." I scream out and Phobos crumples to his knees upon the soil grunting in agony clutching onto his head for the inner war has begun between man and beast to my call. I swallow nervously keeping my calm despite the worry I feel seeing my male undergo physical suffering because of me.

(Come. Come to me, my beast)

I witness my male battle the beast with everything he has within him, a struggle between glowing gold and striking ocean blues take part within his globes. Phobos holds equal power and strength, he will not permit the beast to surge forward. He refuses to give up control.

"Pijt," I yell again my voice booming out compelling him to break through to the surface hoping my voice shall guide him to the light and not be defeated by Phobos's wrath. "Let him come to me, Phobos."

(Come)

The piercing sounds of his bones vigorously breaking one after the other to elongate and rupture through his skin has the beats of my heart quicken. Whilst the core of his flesh and his torso change shape each of his ligaments and tendons tear to mend with the new frame of his bones. His tattoos stretch with his skin fading into sprouting thick onyx fur, razor-sharp claws push through from each paw and pointed canines struggle through his gums. Phobos has given the king control.

When the omnipotent beast is finally birthed under the full moon he stands tall in all his glory and gazes up at us with his bewitching golden globes, his dominance the raw power majestically oozes from him to overwhelm us into submission. My pack wolves sink to their knees their head bowed low with reverence. "Krl." They greet him in unison, they welcome the beast who never reveals himself in his true form but has done so in answer to my request.

His head is held high his chest puffed with pride of whom he is but he cares for none of his wolves but me for his calm eyes are anchored to my flesh. My wolf lets out her shrill whines and whimpers clawing through the cage I have thrust her in and demands I set her free for the one she has yearned all her life stands before her. Her male.

The beast saunters forward with confidence for he is the ruler of these lands, he is larger than any male I have ever beheld before his golden orbs are so hair-raising yet at the same time crystalline and so very alluring one could drown in them. He speaks with those eyes that hold immaculate depth. The fur that embraces his masculine frame evokes a need to run my fingers through them as I do with Phobos's hair.

When he is close enough sharing with me the warmth of his being I slowly sit upon the dirt and he cautiously tracks my movements his eyes slightly narrowing down at me. This male is very composed for our first real meeting unlike regular wolves owning a similar demeanour to Phobos. His eyes linger on my neck an indirect command he gives me with an earsplitting roar and I wince to the ringing sound that follows in my ears. He wants me to bare my neck to him.

With trembling fingers, I sweep my locks aside uncovering the healed mark for him to view. He sets his wet snout onto my tender flesh sniffing around his artwork studying it. His long damp tongue laps up the scar and I pant to the fiery heat it ignites within. He licks the entirety of my neck, my lips, my cheeks and moves down to my heaving breasts. Signs of his affection.

Once he has sampled my flesh he locks his eyes with mine and I see him attempting to forge a connection with my wolf, he wants her to subjugate me and come out so he can meet her. I uncover my teeth to him in defiance not willing to give in to his desires and he arches low snarling at my antics disapproving of my disrespect.

"You yearn to meet her, I will let you. But you must promise me that you will behave. That you will not create any more obstacles for Phobos and me."

He gnarls noisily filled with irritation and rage and the power it holds has my pack wolves lay their foreheads upon the soil whimpering petrified of his wrath. The beast commences circling me as though he is hunting, as though I am merely prey for he does not like how I do not yield to his dominance, how I do not submit. No one has ever tried to question his authority before no wolf has dared to speak to him in such a way. Only Phobos has forged deals with this uncompromising male, I am the first after him to do so.

"I-In return I will set her free whenever you desire and I...I will love you equally as I love Phobos." My words have him freeze in his tracks as though he is registering the words I have just uttered in the abysses of his mind and his penetrating eyes plunge into mine seeking my truth. Raising my quivering palm restraining my anxiety and all-consuming nervousness of the situation I try to lay it upon the surface of his neck to touch him, to feel his heat only to earn a sharp nip to my wrist and I whimper extracting my hand back retaining it over my wildly hammering heart.

This male does not like to be touched.

Without prior warning, he leaps up balancing his being on his hind legs to slam his paws over my shoulders and shove me down earning a startled squeal from me. Once I am sprawled beneath him he elevates his right leg and urinates all over my belly, the pack members watch with puzzlement whilst my cheeks crimson to his bestial antics. I...I hadn't expected this. I squirm beneath him as I feel the warmth of his leaking urine soaking through my dress to smear the flesh of my nude belly. This is a new feeling.

As soon as he empties his bladder, he stoops down to lick the delicate skin of my neck once more. When his canines jab into the tissue my hands instinctively lift to grip onto his fur for support and without wasting any more time he gently immerses them into an untouched area of my neck creating his own place on my flesh, one Phobos will not be allowed to erase with his lust. This is unlike the last time he is considerate and is not rushing and I painfully close my eyes a deafening outcry parting my lips to the stinging discomfort of his fresh mark.

The beast has marked his territory and has once more claimed me as his only this time he boastfully exhibited it to his pack. He need not speak for his actions confirms it all as to what he truly feels when it comes to me.. Mine.