Chapter 125: Mother - Part【3】

"Can I take this as rejection from you? Because of what I have chosen to do with Argus." There is a sadness in his voice and I immediately work to shred his troubled thoughts.

"No. Not at all. You know I have made my peace with it, we have discussed the reasons and how it would overall benefit our pack."

"Then why do you look so unsettled my female?"

Taking a slow deep breath freeing both my heart and mind from the melancholy I glimpse up at him with a big smile on my face. "I am fine. Truly. Do not worry so much. Now come."

"Theia." He protests disliking how I disregarded his question, he wants me to explain myself but I am not in the state of mind to do so. I catch his hand in mine and greet Vůdce who bends low welcoming our arrival.

"I have prepared everything as you have asked from me." She says to my moon blessed.

"I appreciate it." Phobos nods in gratitude his eyes burning my back following my every movement endeavouring to interpret my feelings as I walk around her hut taking in all the tiny bottles of herbs and mixtures. No matter the number of times I come in here I am always fascinated by them.

"Can I see the design?" He asks his palm lifted towards her as she nods in acceptance and hands him a bamboo paper. My male's eyes are still firmly locked on me his jaw tensed I can sense his stress radiating off him in waves that agitate me. He will not back down until I have told him why I seemed unhappy when he spoke with Argus.

"Do you require any changes to be made or can we begin Alpha?" Vůdce questions as my male intently studies the sketch making sure it is satisfactory and meets his criteria.

"We can start. Theia will watch." He utters whilst handing the paper back to her and taking a seat upon the tent floor as I frown in puzzlement. While she prepares certain uncanny looking equipment I too take a seat beside him leaning against his side requiring his attention. My male notices it and binds his arm around me to lure me further into his heat and leans down to plant an affectionate kiss against my temple.

"What are you both going to do?"

"I am getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo? What kind of tattoo?" I hadn't expected this, the entirety of his right peck and limb all the way to his wrist is inked with artistic designs so why does he wish for more?

Vůdce speechlessly comes forward to perch upon a small stool in front of him disrupting our conversation, she carries in her hands her sketch that she shall outline on his skin, other tools with some that resemble sharpened animal bones and a tiny pot of fresh ink.

"How is this a present Phobos?" I ask with interest as she begins to draw on his skin using a very thin brush its tip barely visible to the naked eye.

"Because of the meaning it holds."

"Then can I get myself a present? I too wish to get a meaningful tattoo on my skin." He raises his eyebrows as though he is asking if I am serious.

"Are you certain? It is a very painful procedure to undergo and it will take some time to heal."

"If I said yes, will you allow me?"

"It is common for our females to be inked, you have seen this. I would support you if you truly desire it."

"Mother would faint if she ever saw me with a tattoo. You know how it is regarded as unfeminine and forbidden for females to get tattooed back in the other packs even Cronus's." He grins at my words as though if I broke certain rules instilled within me by my past he would be cheering. After all, he adored breaking rules and lived by his own.

"As long as you are my Luna you can do as you please, no one shall question it."

"I will begin to ink you now, Alpha." Vůdce's calm voice gathers his attention and he grants her a terse nod in confirmation.

When she pierces the spiked apex of the animal bone into his bare skin right above his hammering heart and begins to create tattooed marks by hand-tapping the ink with a small wooden hammer Phobos grunts in response his face showing evidence of discomfort but in a few seconds his emotionless mask takes front seat yet I sense his happiness of getting it.

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At first, I am unable to figure out what exactly the design he had personally requested is for she begins with a giant circle that covers the totality of his right peck. It is a big one he shall be getting I reckon.

"Will this take long?"

"Just a few more minutes I assume. I have high pain tolerance, Vůdce is extremely good at this and I am only getting the skeleton of it done today. She will shade and tattoo the small details and art another day."

"Will you at least tell me of the meaning behind it? I cannot wait anymore I do not hold that much patience."

My male chuckles at me with a shake of his head as though he is mocking me. "Few more minutes." He utters once more with a smile and I growl lowly in annoyance. He likes to keep me on my feet my curiosity is often left to wait in the cold unappeased until he chooses to silence it.

And so I waited sitting beside him clutching onto the leftover patience I possessed intently watching the way the leader of females inked his skin. At times he would wince if the needle was impaled a bit deeper inward but as he claimed he had a remarkably solid pain tolerance for my male did not even make a single sound throughout the entire procedure. He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled.

When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested.

"Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

"Of course, Alpha." She bows in farewell as he wordlessly escorts me outside the tent towards the centre of the pack grounds. My eyes are still attached to his right peck taking a good look at it for it is no more dimmed under the shade of Vůdce's tent. The natural light illuminates his new tattoo and I cannot help but feel it makes him more attractive for it suits him really well.

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?"

"I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day."

"That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

"Give me your hand." He states halting in his tracks as I come to a stop in front of him to offer him my right palm as he requested.

Phobos clutches onto my forefinger and guides it to his heaving chest. He mildly traces the pad of my digit over the border of the circle his eyes firmly locked with mine. "My moonlight." He whispers hoarsely as my eyes enlarge to his words a muted gasp departing my throat. The circle is a moon.

Then he proceeds towards the first flower with petals bigger than the second which is etched right beside it. "My sunflower...my freesia." My hand trembles in his as I inhale a deep breath to tranquillize the beats of my heart that copes to suppress the fluttering sensation in the pit of my belly.

When he tracks my finger against the crown he exclaims, "My queen." His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him.

Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have your name tattooed here but that would be too prominent and wolves would come to know my only weakness. So I chose to do-"

Before he could conclude his sentence my mouth is upon his startling him and as a predator, I feast on his lips my fingers stuffing themselves into his hair and I bring him more closer down to my passion. His smile grows for even if I do not convey my happiness through words my actions are more than enough for my emotions to be known to him. He deepens our kiss thrusting his tongue into my humid hole his palms gliding down my curvy hips to grip my fleshy ass cheeks and squeeze them as a spirit of possessiveness swamps him.

"I see you like it." His teeth gnaw on my lower lip sampling the moist flab of meat whilst his hold on the globes of my ass hardens a greedy need to feast on my flesh bounds him to me.

"I love it. Let me show you how much I love it." I whisper fervently in his ear and he stiffens to my bewitchment an aroused growl resounding out his chest. My erect nipples graze against his exposed chest through my clothing tempting him as Phobos shifts his eager hand further down to slip it beneath my legs from over my skirt. When his digits press against my damp cunt he finds that it has sent forth spurts of rich liquid to soak my panties and inner thighs. His eyes flare wildly and erupt into searing flames to what he discovers.

"Goddess." He groans throatily with an urgent lust to my slick wetness his cock awakening from slumber right in front of my eyes. I instantly grip his hand hastening forward towards the heat of our cabin our steps are hurried and unsteady as we aim to hide the scents of our desire from the pack. My male's breathing harshens and so does mine anticipation of a lewd rough fucking enveloping us in a misty haze.

Phobos rapidly climbs the stairs first to our cottage tripping along the way and opens the door wide for me. "Come. Show me." Those filthy blues summon me with profound wickedness held in them. Biting my lower lip I make a move towards him wanting to be gobbled up by the beast.

Yet something caught from the corner of my eye overtakes my attention and a low frown sparks up upon my face in question. I unknowingly begin to walk towards a minute bucket deposited on the opposite side of our home wondering what it contains for I hadn't regarded it before.. Someone must have stored it here temporarily.

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