"You speak as if you have never been between a female's legs! I should be the one to say
this. I am the one who has to feel the pain of the next heat! You should have done your duty as my mate." I say frustrated. Anger seeping as it ruffles Deimos up. I am scared of the pain my next heat will bring but I will not tell him.
"Yes, I am no saint but I am your first! If I took you that day you would have felt more pain of me fucking you. You might have screamed for me to stop but I would have still taken you over and over. Is that how you want your first time to go? Fucking without thoughts or words? Our minds clouded with lust and pleasure? " He replies with his anger rising to the surface.
I look away from him. If I open my mouth, I -will spew words I would regret. My anger is burning at the moment I need to calm down. Why is he overthinking this? I just want to mark him to finally claim his as mine. Why must I fight for everything in my life?
