The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Do not make me say it out loud, you stupid male," I yell picking up the feather pillow from my side placing it over my face to shield myself from his searching orbs.

"Say it, let me hear you say it." He tries to rip the pillow away from me and I giggle loudly striving to keep it in place. A playful tug of war we have started. "Drah." He grunts in warning at my antics.

"Phobos stop." I squeal tittering my heart pounding.

"Tell me. Where must I touch myself? I never knew I could do so. I wasn't taught to do such filthy things you see. So teach me." Liar! There is not even one lewd thing he does not know. From dirty words, sex positions and wicked teasing he knows it all. When he finally manages to rip the pillow away from me and expose my face I regard him with a wide grin.

My chest heaving my eyes playfully narrowed at him I come to a conclusion. This male yearns for me to say 'your cock' out loud like he made me do last time. Well if he wishes for this who am I to deny what the king demands.

"Your pencil," I whisper boldly my head held high and he leans rearward taken aback by the word I used to describe his penis the scalding seriousness in his eyes is replaced by amusement.

"My pencil? Goodness, Theia." He laughs softly with a shake of his head and I laugh with him.

"It is the only word I know." I joke whilst he rises to stand on his feet and pick up the dress he brought in yesterday for me that I never got a chance to wear, I was constantly naked filling up his empty belly since last night.

"Lift your arms." He utters kneeling in front of me as I obediently abide by his instruction and raise my limbs peering up at him with a fondness, he takes care of me well way better than the males of these lands do with their females. He is the only wolf here who puts his female first above all, I have beheld this in several ways.

Phobos slips the white sheer nightgown down my trembling flesh making sure I am fully covered. "You know I possess several other attire that is more concealed, why must you always choose something that you can see through?"

"It is just as you say it." He leans forward to plant his chin on my shoulder so he can seal the back of the dress. "Seeing your pale bare shivering flesh beneath a transparent dress excites me, Theia." My male murmurs huskily into my ear his fiery breath skimming the outer shell and he lets me go with a delicate nip to my earlobe whilst my cheeks burn to his ardent words.

Palms grab onto my shoulders and gently turn me around so my back faces him, his fingers entwine themselves into my locks uncovering the sides of my neck whilst commencing to weave a plait. "Are we going somewhere?" I ask curiously.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"To a special place."

"What special place?"

"Our special place."

"We have a special place on your lands? How come you never told me of its existence before? I have never been anywhere with you except the pack grounds and the river so which one is it? What is the purpose of it? Is it a surprise for me?" I ask my questions steadily leaving no time for him to answer in between so he can do so in one go after I am done, my being bounces lightly revealing my excitement. Phobos lightly jerks my hair backwards my face positioned upward so he can engage with my eyes.

"One, these lands are not mine alone but ours for they rightfully belong to you as well and two what have I told you about curiosity, Theia?" He questions waiting patiently for me to respond to him of what he instilled within my mind in his training with me when I was a pup.

"I need to have it on a leash. I must know which certain situations to unleash it and which others to grasp it tighter and deny it to slip past my hold." It takes me a mere second to answer him, the words I memorised and listened to as a pup sent forth to my trainer, to the one who taught it to me in the first place.

His eyes widen as he gazes down at me with astonishment. "How is it that you remember it word by word?" He hadn't expected me to recall it accurately perhaps he thought I would pick up the pieces I had forgotten and sew them into meaningful phrases.

"I remember everything you taught me, Phobos. I always treasured them, here." I lay my palm upon my head and move it down to my beating heart. "And here. I not only listened but I also faithfully followed your teachings."

His chest visibly puffs up to my words stuffed with pride of me and he leans down to skim his lips on my cheek, a loving kiss he gives me. "I am proud of you, my female."

P-Proud? Of me? This was what I continually yearned to hear from him ever since he began to train me, for him to say just how pleased he is with me and now that he has ultimately said it I feel so very happy. I am certain he has said this phrase to several wolves from the warriors he trained to his own wolves, yet I wonder if anyone has ever told that to him.

He lost his parents way before they could appreciate his hard work and behold the mighty Alpha male he has grown into. His father would be pleased I know it but I feel in my heart that he has never heard these words from any wolf though this male truly deserves it.

"I am proud of you too," I hum while beaming up at him with a faint smile and I seem to have shocked him once more with my antics yet this time a swift flash of emotion crosses those blues of his, not a happy one but a sad depressing one. "Phobos?" He clears his throat and gazes away from my questioning orbs trying to stand up and escape but I am fleet to turn around and capture him arising to settle on my knees in front of him.

A confused frown lies amid my brows and I hoist my limbs to lovingly cradle his face in my palms. My male looks so very sad and it hurts me. "What is it?"

"Nothing at all, Drah. Let us go I wish to take you to the place."

"Do not hide from me, Phobos. You barely speak with me about your past and I know what I uttered just now troubled you so tell me. Help me 'uncover' you." I plead my upsetness shown clearly to him and he sighs feebly giving into my wishes not wanting to perturb me further.

My male runs, he flees whenever I proceed to understand his emotions and speak to him about them for he has gotten so used to being alone and tending to others that he does not let anyone take a glimpse at his heart or aid him in any way.

He snakes his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him as though seeking comfort as my perky breasts press snugly against his chest. "I...I have always longed to hear that from father. It was what I looked forward to ever since I was a juvenile. After he died, I grew anxious to hear those words an unforeseen burden I held. I felt lost and without hope just because my father was not given a chance to acknowledge my triumph. But now that you have said it on his behalf I feel at peace, Theia. It is not what I thought it would be like at all.." He nuzzles into my palm his eyes closed a smile on his face only to mildly brush his lips over my pulse.