The Beast's Virgin Claim

I choke on my breath my horror-struck eyes peering up to meet with his broadened ones. An aghast scream rips past my throat as the ice finally bursts right beneath my feet a dark hole created to swallow me up and I am dragged in by the harsh current plunged mercilessly into cold waters.

It feels as though I am being stabbed by numerous knives all at once all over my body I am unable to move my flesh my limbs remain fastened to my sides the pain is intolerable as a raw disturbing scream parts my mouth underwater whilst I gag as large amounts of icy water is forcibly rammed down my throat.

My heavy winter attire has soaked up so much of it and is pulling me down stirring me in another direction. Heavy vibrations have my awareness as I turn my eyes skyward to notice my male sprinting forward to the spot where I am drowning below holding a long pole in his hands. Yet before he could get to me the vigorous current pushes me sideways to the right away from him.

"No!" Phobos screams in dread and once more darts to where I have been taken to. I cannot breathe my body is going into shock as I lock my mouth as to not consume any more water. The pole is being slammed against the ice continuously as my male grunts and groans straining himself to break it and crack a hole right where I am being smothered. "Stay with me Theia."

The rapid rhythms of my heart quieten to an uncanny slowness I cannot feel my body my eyes fighting to stay open and witness the way my moon blessed is working to save me. My mind accesses a mist of drowsiness and I wish to sleep the waters singing to me their comforting lullaby. I find myself to be floating in tranquillity unlike any other I have felt before.

"Grab onto the pole." I hear his booming voice stabbing through the fog and I discern him and what he is offering me. Yet I cannot move my hands the waters steering me deeper and deeper below. I feel as though an anchor has been shackled to my feet. "I cannot get to you if you sink further so come to me Theia."

I am losing time I know this and if I do not fight for my life I will die here. Pushing through the excruciating pain gritting my teeth I hoist my limb seeking for the tip of the pole that Phobos thrusts deeper into the water for me and I successfully clamp my left palm around it. "Good now your right. Show me your strength Drah."

It hurts it is killing me. My right arm goes against my wishes preferring to attach itself to my side. Phobos tries to pull me up working with all his might only to fail the waters are too strong with my damp winter apparel adding to my weight. "I need your right! If you die here I will die with you. Is that what you want?" He roars his persistence declining for he sees no more time left for me to survive this.

I can do this. There is nothing in this world I cannot do. I need to live not for Phobos for my family or his pack. I need to live for myself and my future.

I raise my frozen hand towards the pole with every scrap of energy I have left. My wolf has retreated into her den this is not her fight she watches from behind the barrier she trusts in me for our strength she knows will conquer. "Yes come to me." He clutches the pole firmly and once he sees I have caught onto it he crumples to the ground kicking his feet crawling backwards drawing me out and what follows after is a whirlwind of moments.

One minute I am in his arms coughing and choking grappling to breathe with his fingers pushed deep in my mouth as he forces me to eject the water I consumed and the next I am embraced tightly to my mate's chest and rushed back to the fields. I know once we enter the cabin I will receive an ear full from him I know he will be very upset with me for endangering myself.

"Luna." Many of the wolves gasp along the way astonished by what they see with worried faces as he carries me towards our home. Awan races ahead towards us to help but stops in his trail as my male raises his palm to him as a sign to not disturb.

Phobos is quick to place me upon the fur mat by the fireplace his actions hurried as he undresses himself revealing his bare flesh to me from head to toe. I cannot speak to him for my body shivers fiercely and I am unable to sense the heat of the flames from the fire I feel numb.

He hastens to his chamber and I detect the sounds of cupboards opening and closing. I peer down at my pale flesh to the light blue tone it holds. My blood has clotted up in several areas as well.

My moon blessed kneels by my feet and hurriedly tears apart my clothes. Everything is ripped off my body and I sit there naked as the day I was born before him. He crawls behind me spreading his legs holding my hips to haul me to his flesh so I am seated amid his legs my back laid against his chest. Around the both of us he wraps a dense woollen quilt and I sigh to the first minute hint of warmth I feel.

"Hold onto me Drah." His hands are securely coiled around my stomach as I set my quivering palms over his driving myself closer to his heat. We are pressed together like a ball every inch of bodies moulded together as one.

The event which occurred the truth of my near-death experience ultimately descends upon me and I begin to wail aloud tears spewing down my cheeks my heart unsettled to the horrendous moments that infiltrate my mind.

"Hush. You are all right." He murmurs angling his face to press his lips against the side of my head rocking the both of us seeking to pacify me. I sluggishly turn around to face him mounting his body to straddle his flesh demanding more intimacy the need to feel protected arising.

He simply leans his back over the couch freeing his arms to receive me as I settle into a comfortable position. My male once more encompasses us with the quilt as I lay my weary head on his shoulder my nose nudging into his neck inhaling his calming scent whilst he pats my back soothingly.

"I-I am sorry." My body quakes to my hiccups as I nuzzle into him placing my palm over his beating heart. My childishness put both of us in jeopardy my curiosity never did have positive outcomes. He is quiet not answering me retaining his blues on the fireplace.

"A-Are you upset with me?" I ask timidly lifting my face to gaze at him. His beauty is highlighted by the shadows of the fire's flames that delicately outline his features in the dark cabin.

"Yes."

"I did not know it was thin ice. I simply wished to play."

"I know." He replies rubbing my tears with the pads of his thumbs caressing my cheek affectionately a faint smile on his face. "I am happy you are safe Drah."

I lunge forward to bind my arms around his neck a hug I give him with gratitude my full breasts squeezed against his chest my legs bound tight around his waist. The tremors have faded and my body is slowly feeding on the warmth he provides me with. Yet my innocent love for him is cut apart by his need that brazenly reveals itself to me.

I gasp breathlessly to what abruptly jabs at my stripped pussy my eyes broadening to what I witness.