The Beast's Virgin Claim

Chapter 69 - Anything & Everything - Part?1?

"What is it?" I question the startled male while casually stirring the minced boar stew making sure I do not over boil it in order to retain its natural flavour. Phobos had always requested me to make it for him for it was Luna Aphrodite's best homemade dish and he missed it.

He stands by his bedroom door as though he is almost hesitant to enter the kitchen. "Will you be standing there all morning?" I ask once more urging him to come and take his seat for breakfast. Phobos takes gradual steps forward towards the table to drag his chair out and perch upon it ocean blues set firmly on my flesh.

When we returned a few days ago after Kal's party I had still kept him away from me. Yes, I conversed with him now and then compared to the complete silence during the last two months but I still remained detached. He needed to learn how the way he treated me made me feel how challenging I found it to forgive him and that a kiss was not going to sway me.

And he understood staying on his side of the cabin not trying to overstep my boundaries which were set as a means to keep him away. Today is the first in a long period I have cooked his first meal of the day this is why he seems to be surprised hoping it is a sign of my mercy.

I take his share of toasted bread and stew towards the table wordlessly laying it before him as he gratefully receives them from me peering into the bowl browsing its contents excited to taste the piping dish.

Sauntering to his side holding a knife and fork in my hands which Lumina was kind enough to lend me I slice his loaf of bread into thick slabs making it easier to dip it in. Appreciating our sudden proximity his sneaky hand is raised to delicately set the pad of his thumb over the exposed flesh of my stomach which seems to tantalize him filling him up with a need to touch me. He skims his fingers over my skin evoking wicked goosebumps as I take in a tremulous breath striving to stay hard-minded.

"Will you eat with me today?" He asks his voice faint and uncertain his orbs observing the way I skilfully plate his serving pouring the soup over a slab of bread allowing it to soak it up whilst I sprinkle some fresh parsley and squeeze a few drops of lemon for garnish.

"Yes."

I am not simply upset with him anymore it has passed rather I am fiercely raging and I have chosen today to unleash it. This meal was made purely to water down the fire I will unhesitantly ignite.

"Will you not be punishing me anymore?"

Frowning I gaze down at the male with confusion. Did he just say I punished him? "How did I punish you Phobos? You were the male who chastised me for something I did not even do. For certain things you assumed by yourself."

"You did not speak to me. You desired to have space. You did not cook the meals you prepare with love. To me, these are punishments from my female. And for what I have caused you I have repented and requested your forgiveness Theia."

"Forgiveness does not come in mere days to your filthy doubts of my virtue Phobos." His hands clench into fists steadily set upon the table his jaw clenched as he attempts to restrain his surging temper. The quarrel has merely begun and this male refuses to let it proceed.

"I do not wish to argue with you my freesia."

Yes, his theories of my past have been cleared up by me there is nothing else that is severing us but my reluctance to easily forgive him. I can never hold grudges and having one against him is futile but I need him to know. The turmoil he prompted to my heart with his indifferent ruthless actions towards me.

The past days have not been smooth for I am trapped in a relentless tug of war within myself. A part of me wants to fly into his awaiting arms yet the other part wishes to severely reprimand him. And this conflict is causing stress between us once more leaving him utterly confused by my antics. He had thought a single kiss was enough to shatter our dispute but I proved him wrong. My pardon will not be delivered with ease.

I watch the way he devours his meal contently as though he has been starved. But that is not the case is it for he had fed from another female's hand frequently. "Do you like what I have made?"

"Yes." He answers grabbing another cut portion of bread dunking it into his second bowl of steaming stew.

"Did you like Moira's as well when she served you the last two months?" He pauses chewing to my taunting tone a swift seriousness swamps him and his piercing eyes are elevated to collide with mine. I am treading on thin ice from this moment onwards I must be cautious with how I speak with him. He is warning me with those eyes of his which I do not care to submit to by for they do not intimidate me.

"She cannot compare to what you make for me with your hands Theia."

"Then why did you go to her hut every night to consume it?"

"Because I found none at home."