The Beast's Virgin Claim

Warm soothing brawny arms loop themselves tightly around my waist tugging me onto a hard toned chest that embraces me from behind where the slow beats of his heart evoke intoxicating shivers down the entirety of my spine.

Moist plump lips caress the frail skin of my uncovered neck that willingly curves toward his loving mouth, a feathery kiss they gift to my quivering flesh that is always eager to receive his affection.

"I love you." He grunts out nuzzling into my warmth like a little pup demanding attention. He inhales deeply with his eyes locked allowing my scent to be absorbed by his parched organs, my smell he finds to be relaxing as though it is the only thing that welcomes his essence with open arms.

"Oh, do you now? And how much do you love me?" I ask teasingly whilst folding the freshly washed clothes that have finally finished drying. The weather outside has gotten really frigid, a harsh frosty winter has cocooned our lands with dense cloaks of snow. We are now close to the beginning of the fourth year since he claimed me as his.

"More than anything else in this world."

"Then are you implying that if you discovered something out of this world you would love it more than me?"

"Never." He snarls boisterously tightening his hold on me not even liking the very thought of it, it disgusts him. I will be the only female who shall dwell in his soul for the rest of his days to come.

"You do not need to convey your love for me numerous times a day, Phobos. I am aware of it." This male has developed a new habit where he says 'I love you' at least six times a day since the night he made his choice. I love hearing it depart his lips of course for he was a male who did not say such things often but showed it.

"I do not want you to doubt yourself or us ever again."

"You eased my insecurities Phobos. I am all right now." I whisper as a soft smile paints my face. I attempt to move from his grip so I can continue with my chores but he merely clutches onto me tighter not enabling me to make a single move away from his heat. "Phobos. Let me go." I whine squirming like a timid prey within his arms accompanied by a fit of giggles.

He holds out a small bouquet of wild freesias and I instantly cease my playful antics peering down at his present with interested blues. "It is a token."

"Of what?"

"Of my love for you. I picked them on my way home." He gradually spins me around by my shoulders to face him yet my eyes are glued upon the flowers he carries. I remember how freesia looks like but this is a different colour, one that I have never seen before. He must have plucked them in the wilderness for he has been frequently heading out there early every morning for the past months.

"That is sweet of you."

My moon blessed tugs out one freesia from the posy and raises it to delicately set it over my right ear whilst inserting the stem into my golden locks. His piercing dazzling blues wander over my features taking in my look and a tender smile itches to light up on his face earning a deep wild blush from me in return. When he looks at me like this, I cannot be daring and face him.

I still seem to shy away from him at times. One can never truly get used to Phobos's wild rugged looks I suppose. "Beautiful." He murmurs whilst lovingly stroking my right cheek with his knuckles.

"Thank you. I think you are beautiful too." I utter with a broad smile as he lifts his eyebrow in question. "In a more...untamed way. Not feminine of course." I explain further to subdue his growing curiousness.

"Thank goddess." He mumbles gaining a chuckle from me.

"Are Ragon, Moira and Elriam prepared to leave?" I ask. Despite Elriam knowing Drakho is her mate she refused to stay and made her decision to leave once and for all. She could not forgive him for what she saw him do.

"Yes, after some time once Deimos's jet lands on our grounds. They are waiting by the gates."

"How are Moira and Argus? It must be hard for them to leave the only thing they have known all their lives. It will be their first time flying, I do not know what I must do to make them feel better."

"They are none of your concern, Theia."

"I am their Luna!"

"Not anymore, Lumina is. They now fall under my brother's rule and I have no command over them as well."

"But-"

"Theia." There is a subtle warning in the tone of his voice that has me shudder, Phobos is not this unsympathetic and I know he feels unsettled at the departure of Argus for they share a close bond but he did declare that Moira and her male had no seat at his table anymore.

"I understand," I respond with a brusque nod of acceptance. I am sure Lumina shall take good care of them and teach them the ways of her lands. It will be arduous for Moira and Argus to learn to be less wild and more civilized but I believe they will learn just like I did.

"Your breasts." My mate states out of nowhere his searching gaze adhered to my chest garnering the totality of my attention as I shyly tilt my face upward to regard my male who is studying my breasts with a low questioning frown.

"M-My breasts? What about them?"

"They seem quite swollen. Bigger than usual, why?"

"It is nothing," I mutter turning away from his inquisitive boring eyes with crimsoning cheeks. This stupid male never fails to mortify me.

My jaw is seized in a firm yet mild grip as he forces me to meet his blazing ocean blues. "Do not lie to me. I want the truth, why?" He growls in reprimanding for my blatant lie. When I do not answer him he bares his canines at me in his final warning, either I tell him my truth or he will force it out of me.