The Beast's Virgin Claim

This was good for the pack, by the time we get to the end of the night my male would have acquired more faithful packs that would stand by his side at any time. I want them to adore him and perceive him as I do. There is more to him than his beastly appearance that he often shows as his true nature to conceal his heart of gold. That loving and caring heart of his he thinks it is his weakness but in fact, it is his biggest strength.

"We have been invited to several birthday parties I have lost count," Phobos grunts out annoyedly as he nibbles on a strip of spiced dried meat.

"That sounds nice, we should go. You need to make more friends."

"I do have friends."

"Other than Drakho, Awan, and Moira. Deimos and Cronus are family you cannot consider them as friends and I meant Alpha friends."

He sinks further back against the bolsters spreading his legs apart getting into a more cosy position as he scrutinises the dancing intoxicated wolves outside of the tent we are seated in. "It is not something I need or want."

Sighing completely giving up on the topic I slither forward towards his heat and lightly tap his wrist, he catches my implied request and speedily lifts his limb for me to duck under and snuggle into his warmth with my hand lazily hung over his belly. My nose is stuffed into the side of his neck as I inhale his musky scent my lips tenderly stroking his mark. "I see my female is not demure anymore." He mutters with a hoarse voice whilst gazing down at me with teasing eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"On the second day after your arrival here do you not remember how bashful you were sitting beside me in this very same tent at the ceremony? You would not even look at me."

"You know why it was challenging for me. And it is not easy being relaxed in your presence."

"I did look at you."

"Liar. You never did, you were busy staring at the barely dressed dancing females as if they held the totality of your attention when your female was perched right beside you." I huff.

"I often glimpsed at you when you were not looking at me." He bends lower to press his sultry lips against my ear so he can speak the rest of his truth. "And I looked at you when I had your shivering flesh beneath me as I savoured your cunt with my tongue for the second time."

My cheeks burn with intensity and I punch his chest in response obtaining a throaty chuckle from him. "You were a libidinous male with an unappeasable appetite."

"I still am that male. And if I remember well you promised to feed that very male tonight." The tip of his sizzling slick tongue glides up my jaw bone as he samples his prey before the final feast.

"Only if he behaves," I whisper my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I retain my gaze outside the tent.

Phobos yanks me closer to him in one tough tug so that my breasts press snugly against his toned side. "I will be on my best behaviour, my queen." He declares with a menacing smile that unveils to me the danger of his desire that I will face later tonight.

Soon after the females picked for tonight's dance form a circle right in the middle amid the campfire and the diverse surrounding tents. They wear the same attire as last time, lace clothing that hardly covers their bosoms and mounds accompanied by mesh veils to screen their faces. As they begin to sway their hips to each beat the unmated males cheer from every corner some even whistling for these females are truly gorgeous the way they move is synchronized yet so very lewd and inviting. But they will not be touched for that goes against the rules set in place, they are merely entertainers, not breeders used for sexual gratification.

My male hums from the base of his throat his narrowed eyes adhered to the females and I snarl exposing my teeth to him with displeasure. The sides of his lips twitch as though he is suppressing his amusement. "Stop looking at them." I snap not liking the way he is regarding them inspecting their flesh from head to toe. Is this male acting like this intentionally?

"Why? They are entertaining it is rude not to recognize their hard work." He plucks a fresh juicy grape from the bowl and drops it into his open mouth not taking his eyes away from the group.

"Phobos," I warn with a threatening growl that reverberates from my chest.

"Look at that female." He fearlessly points his finger at one of the wolves as though she has caught his eyes among the rest. "Her ample hips goddess I must-" Before he could end his sentence I bind my limbs tightly around his neck and tackle him to the ground catching him off guard.

Straddling his hips with my palms placed over heaving chest for support I glare down at him with a tilt of my head. "Do you find it enjoyable to insult me like this, Alpha Phobos?"

Uproarious laughter resounds from his chest as he stares up at me with fond eyes, his palms raising to settle themselves on my hips as he shifts me forward so his cock is nestled beneath my pussy. "I cannot help it sometimes, your reactions are too delightful."

"Do not play with me you silly beast." I punch his belly and he grunts out with a chuckle to the force of my strike. Trapping my slender wrist in his palm he guides it to his mouth to lay an affectionate kiss against my pulse.

"Forgive me." He smiles up at me yet I know it. He will joke around with me again, this male does not like to be teased but loves teasing me and he will never stop. This is how he is. "Well, this time I think it is I who should ask for the tent to be closed."

"What are you talking about?" I ask following the trail of his eyes to where he is viewing. My cheeks blaze as I remark all the seated wolves gawking at the both of us with gaping mouths and dumbfounded expressions as though they cannot believe their eyes. The music has stopped the only sounds that can be heard is from the crickets, now we both are the main source of prime distraction.

"It must be shocking for them to see that you are on top of me and not the other way around." He declares as I move backwards in a trial to unmount him but my moon blessed does not permit it keeping me in place with his unyielding hands. "Zavi stan." He orders and the string of the tent is pulled on as the flaps rush forward meeting each other in the middle like reuniting lovers completely obscuring us.

(Close the tent)