Lahat ng Kabanata ng PHOBOS: The Beast's Virgin Claim: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Deafening sounds of roaring engines break through my pitiful thoughts and have me turn to my right to discover trucks following closely behind us, they caught up with us quite quickly. Did Phobos give out the signal long before? How did I not notice it? "Luna, are you enjoying your ride?" Drakho hollers from the driver's seat his window open as he drives with ease through the forest showing me his mastery of it. "Yes." I bellow back a grin on my face as Asger neighs and gallops faster endeavouring to win this race he assumes is happening. "Not today Asger. Today you carry two wolves, not one. I told you didn't I that this would soon happen? It is my turn to win." Drakho cackles evilly stepping on the accelerator as the truck darts forward leaving us to follow as I giggle at the situation. "It is all right, Asger. You are doing quite well." I whisper brushing down his mane with gentleness to calm its

"Spices?" I question aloud into the early morning tranquil silence my eyes broadened as I gawk dumbfounded into the drawer filled with assorted flavourings that possess the capability to even make rotten meat flavourful. I did not expect to discover seasonings, this is surprising. Rather perfect for now I shall make his breakfast even more gratifying to savour on with each bite. A minute groan of discomfort is quick to depart my lips achingly breaking me free from my thoughts as I clasp my head in my palms, my headache is truly thriving. I had not rested well last night, every inch of my flesh had quaked to his hoarse breathing as I overheard the tortuously deliberate inhale and exhale that crossed invitingly out those plump lips of his with a sharpness. Yet Phobos was drawn peacefully into his sound slumber whilst I grew restless to our first night together, it seemed as though it did not sway him as much as I was stirr

"You must stop bothering me!" I urge pushing at his chest trying to cover my vivid red cheeks from his searching eyes. He shakes his head in disapproval of my words as though he shall never cease doing so, as though it is an exciting hobby of his. My male's eyes then move forward to study all the plentiful food on our table and he shifts to regard me once more. "We can keep it for tonight if you'd like or do you wish to share some of it?" He nods at me in confirmation of my words loosening his grip around my hips as I give him a curt nod detaching myself from his being trudging towards the kitchen. He might deliver some to Drakho or his warriors. My male does possess close bonds with them after all and I am happy he wishes to share the food I fixed, it makes me feel proud of my talent. I stand on my tiptoes struggling to pick up the vacant containers I have located prowling deep within the cupboards simultaneously leapin

"Luna, watch out!" A minute terrified scream flies past my lips as I swiftly move away from what she points to. The cow that lurked behind me audaciously excretes further by my feet whilst feeding on silage. I gag, turning away once more from the repulsive scene. I shall not be able to sleep tonight it shall haunt my dreams forevermore. "Y-You must be c-careful, Luna. They tend to... pass whilst feeding." She is clenching her mouth shut as she strains to restrain her laughter. "I know you wish to laugh, there is no need to hold it in on my behalf." She throws her head back, hands on her hips her mouth open wide to release her deafening cackles snorting along the way. "I-I apologize Královna! That was j-just so entertaining!" I am withdrawn as I continue with my purge overlooking her teasing. "It is quite all right, it seems as though every wolf on these lands adores humiliating me."&nb

"Phobos! That tickles." I giggle feebly shrinking back leaning away from his teasing mouth only to be dragged to his burly tattooed chest by his broad palms. His nose tenderly nudges the nape of my neck, canines nipping and sucking at my flesh with playfulness. My male does not cease his actions no matter how many times I request him to pause merely because we are by the stove. It is not a secure setting to play in but he does not care doing as he pleases with me. This has become a daily morning routine for us, Phobos standing firmly behind me forelimbs confining my being between his muscular flesh and the counter whilst examining me cook and me luxuriating in the warmness he bestows me with. He relishes it, the way I prepare our meals, the way I aim at the dishes and converse of their names or how they are made. My passion he finds fascinating. Slicing the banana into thin slabs directly inside the porridge that is simm