Chapter 186: Vůdce's Prophecy - Part II

He frowns with puzzlement for he does not understand my antics but he will soon enough. Hopping down to stand on my wobbly feet I settle my palms upon the counter and turn my back to him only to bend down and press my breasts against the cool texture. Rising my hips upward I jut out my bum swaying it side to side tantalizing the barbarian whose meal I halted halfway.

"I know what it is you want from me but I will not give it to you until you say it out loud." He utters his scalding fingertips stroking my smooth fleshy ass cheeks. I keep quiet my cheeks burning to the point I find it unbearable I thought he would take the hint and just proceed but it is never that effortless with a male who adores teasing you, who adores witnessing your reactions to them. "Say it." He snarls heatedly into my ear while slapping my drenched labia folds with his wet cock not entering me merely offering me my meal that I will not be able to eat unless I give him what he demands.

"Spank me Phobos," I mutter drilling holes into the wall in front of me with my eyes unable to meet his searing gaze that is scorching my flesh.

"What must I do, I do not punish unless you have done something to deserve such." He strokes my throbbing opening with the massive tip of his cock and I shift my sneaky hips rearward hoping to catch him off guard but he captures me instead keeping me still in place not letting me get some that easily. "Solutions, Theia. Give me a reason to spank you."

Gritting my teeth I peer around the kitchen examining for something that would make me deserving of his sinful yet pleasureful punishment. Right beside me lies two expensive vessels that were a gift from one of the Alphas who is relatively close to Phobos, he had told me to keep them safe as to honour that male's kindness. I had intended to keep them in a safe place one where our mischievous little beast cannot reach. Without another thought, I grab one of the dishes and casually toss it to the ground gazing at it as it shatters across the timber floor into minute pieces.

Pin drop silence follows the clamorous sound of breaking ceramic and I gradually turn back to glimpse at my dumbfounded male who witnessed everything I did. "I did not mean to do that, it was a mistake. Please do not punish me." My last words that were spewed out with a teasing suggestive tone have his mighty cock twitch his slightly wide eyes blackening into a thunderous storm as he studies me with destructive blues.

When he places his palm over my right ass cheek I shiver with anticipation eager to receive the first spank. "You know your way with me now don't you?" He rasps as he positions his glans at my leaking entrance once more and this time I know I shall undergo an even more fierce fucking.

A matter of mere minutes is what it takes for me my being to tremble vigorously for my knees to buckle unable to carry the weight of my bursting release. Each of his wicked strikes upon my ass cheeks have me cry out with my body lunging forward as I clamp tightly around his cock and milk him dry amid his ferocious fucking. I pump his cock with my crushing pussy walls until I make sure I am fed with every last drop of his thick creamy seed. It is instantaneous the way his eyes collide with mine watching the way I ride those waves of sheer ecstasy with my bleary eyes and slightly open mouth. No wolf could ever possess the passion Phobos and I have for each other.

I open my mouth wider accepting his slimy tongue down my throat as he grasps my waist tighter and tugs me further into his boiling heat. I whine into his mouth as our lips make love to each other whilst his palms tenderly massage the plump globes of my ass relieving the stinging pain I feel from his merciless spanking.

"Are you feeling discomfort? Forgive me I lost control of myself." His words are swallowed by my greedy mouth that ravishes his lips amid his talking.

"I am fine, Phobos. I enjoyed that." I giggle aloud as his mischievous nose glides against the sweaty skin of my neck tickling me and I find myself enjoying his playfulness.

"I enjoyed that too my female. Let me make love to you next time." He utters while affectionately kissing the top of my head.

"We can try." Phobos and I find it arduous to make love our attempts usually develop into passionate fucking where we both rip each other's clothes and bite into each other like starved beasts. He cannot stop himself and neither can I. My want for his flesh is too extreme and gentle lovemaking does not satisfy my belly much for though my heart feels full at the end of it my cunt and my body demands more from him. Something rougher, wilder.

"We must, it is important for us to adapt to making love. It is crucial for our relationship." Phobos strides towards the study room with me following close behind. I have a few things I wish to speak with him about.

"I do not mind you being rough with me, Phobos."

"I know this, your body has accustomed to my ways. But now that I have a little more control over my beast I wish to love your body in a more delicate way. Is this not what you also want, you had once asked why I was gentle with Moira and not you?" How does this male remember every single thing I ever said to him or asked him even when I do not?

"That was the past and I had my insecurities, it is different now."

"But I wish to love you this way too." He states whilst plopping down upon his chair peering over his work table that possesses several records that Drakho had prepared for him last night, negotiations with the closest packs for the winter hunt, monthly trades and so on.

"To treat my body as you would do so with glass?" I ask teasingly which has him flash his teeth at me obtaining a faint chuckle from me in return.

"You know what I mean." He mumbles as he carefully reads over the scribbles striving to understand what is written. I will admit Drakho has really bad handwriting to the point that it is quite hilarious.

"I wish to speak with you on a few matters," I state as I take a step forward to sit upon the wooden chair in front of the table but freeze midway when Phobos shakes his head in objection.

"That is not the seat for you, Theia. It is only meant for the trusted males I shall invite here for negotiations."

"Then where else am I supposed to sit?" I ask as he lowers the pencil upon the table to glimpse up at me. He leans back against his chair and parts his legs wide whilst offering me his palm from across the table for me to take.