A long-drawn, fluctuating vocal sound that resembles a howl and is produced by discharging a high pitched loud voice followed by a rapid back and forth movement of the tongue and the uvula. The combined sound of it weakens my knees, it is too overpowering. (Our Queen has set foot on our soil!) Phobos and I trudge up the trail paved for us, torches mounted high on either of our sides. He treads with confidence on my left his head raised spine upright the Alpha accompanies me through the masses as they bow and kneel upon the soil in honour for us. Two thrones occupy the space in front of us, thrones made of bones and skulls of animals. It instils terror within me whilst my moon blessed stands in front of his seat as I scramble to settle by his right. His wolves arise to turn to us their faces coated with white paint, I can only discern their radiant eyes as they examine me. Phobos seize my lef

It is as though I am given an aphrodisiac my being sways and my eyes flutter close to the feeling of utter bliss that bewilders me. Ocean blues dilate with amatory gluttony and there is a need to flee that envelopes my being. Yet I cannot move. I cannot speak. He possesses absolute control over my heart and mind as though I am a puppet. His puppet. He kneels by my feet with torturous slowness as I strive to shuffle away from him but he desires for none of that. Calloused palms lunge forward to clasp around my under thighs as I unblushingly whimper audibly to the feeling of his ardent fingertips that melt my skin. In one fluid yank, he lays me flat beneath his herculean body as he hovers over me. His fervent globes begin their wicked path down from timid eyes to my throbbing lips, my neck and my covered ample breasts. He engraves it, the rise and fall of my bosom hidden under the thin ve

Sitting by his side has him visibly stiffen as always, I do not understand why he does this as though his senses are constantly aware of my existence. As though my presence tortures him. I study the copious dishes on the table, it is all shared with an eagerness to provide for every wolf. Yet I find no breakfast meals rather all I can decipher are a variety of meat. Fish, pork, chicken and lamb. Some are cooked, rather burnt I would say and the others are raw. A sudden need to gag is set forth within me, how do they eat this so early in the morning? An unexpected memory lights up and I smile faintly peering down at my skirt. I remember perching next to Cronus where he would always place fresh bread, pancakes or waffles on my plate knowing how much I adored them. He would always advise me to eat more and to finish everything on my plate. Truly a devoted brother. I take a glimpse at the platter lying in front of me upon th

He does not acknowledge me merely watching me with narrowed eyes as though he is unsettled with me. Have I done something wrong? The beast crawls forward towards my heat as I gasp and timidly attempt to escape from his emerging hands. He is fleet to arrest me and drag me by my ankles to lay me underneath him as a diminutive scream of fright passes my lips. My male hovers above me his globes stewing with rising rage. What is he so bitter about? "P-Phobos?" I call his name softly eager to know what is the problem. I feel numerous eyes on us, I do not like it. I do not wish to give them a show of whatever this is. I shift my face to the right to peek out of the tent, indeed they are all staring at us many giggling and gossiping about what they see. He leans down with a formidable slowness his blues lingering on my lips and my eyes widen once more. Is this male going to kiss me? I turn my face away from his my palms shoving

This soaring libidinous tension that awakens between us every time we come into contact, can he sense it as well? Does it immobilize him as it does to me? The tip of his nose gently nudges the nape of my neck as he drinks in my scent, yet I cannot see anything just solely feel and this makes it even more palatable. The way his grip on my waist toughens, the way his breathing shifts to one of a perverse slowness and the way he sensually thrusts his hips into mine in synchronization with Asger's gallops. I knowingly entered the beast's den once more, I shall be devoured. "P-Phobos," I whine softly. I wished to enjoy the ride but this is more pleasing. Our bodies clash as one deliciously his hands lingering on my quivering flesh. Ecstacy. He makes me feel naughty, as though I am an immoral siren luring her male. "Hush." He whispers avidly in my right ear nibbling at my ear lobe his voice rumbling and hoarse his app