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‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒, letting the breeze carry her rather than the sanctuary of his embrace. By now, the evening sun honeys his skin, and she swears she sees a brief resemblance to his mother, the one with blood so cursed, and yet the one who gifted him his hidden goodness. Morrow has always been involved in the despicable, but the massacre of what he's done goes beyond her comprehension. She should fear those palms that hold the power to rip through cartilage and flesh, the hands that carry the strength to cease a beating heart. His history paints itself with death. It surrounds him. Defines him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎But his pending death from the blight is far from karma. Not to Elowen. His reputation stains him to the point that he can't clean it from his slate, but there's still a small candle that flickers within his shadows that beckons Elowen.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She studies his avoidant meadow hues. The sunlight catches them, causing a rare twinkle to sparkle from his lost gaze. A brisk heat tingles through her nerves as his inner wolf prowls down that invisible string guiding her to him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"So?" he murmurs, his voice cold. "Does that change your thoughts about me? Would you have entered this room if you knew what I was?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎There are so many names that could define the were-wyng, many that he'll despise, but Elowen never viewed him as the villain he fears that he is. A nuisance to her, yes—but never something undeserving of forgiveness.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I never believed the rumours when I met you," she confesses, her voice soft as if to calm his inner wolf. "The rumours always said the alpha of Tabrien was something to be feared. I heard the stories, the tall tales, the lies. I saw the wreckage of what you're capable of with my own eyes, but your mistakes were never the reason I wanted to run." Elowen craved her true safe haven, the one she'd spent years creating for herself. Only, there's no returning to the woods she once wandered.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I deserve to die like this," he mumbles, his knuckles tensing. "Just because you're my chosen mate, it doesn't erase my sins."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"And just because you carry those sins, it doesn't make you a monster."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His shadowed wings tense at the word monster. It's a label that's been placed on him that he can't peel away, and it's stuck to him like moth's wings to glue. What would Morrow change if he could start over? What does he regret? Is it his killings in the fight ring? His witch's runes that violate everything that he is? His lack of remorse for his father's death?

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow pivots from her, shaking his head before he peers out at the fading sun. "I know why you came in here, sparrow. I can read your thoughts."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Then I shouldn't need to ask if you're willing to accept my offer."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎To mate, to accept the bond.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The alpha tilts his head in the evening light, a glow goldening her mate's mark on his throat. The urge to have those fangs sink into her vessels and leave their scars has grown as Morrow unravels his past. For the first time in weeks, the pieces of an uncompleted puzzle finally fall into place. She just needs to know if he feels the same.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow steadies himself near the balcony's edge, his strong hands clamped on the stone railing. His inner wolf prowls around her aura, observing with stellar patience. "There's only seven days until the blight affects my head," he says as his sly tongue sweeps his lower lip, "and I can't spend them like a bird in a fucking cage, indulging in things beyond the catastrophe I left this province in."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"What else can you do?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It's my duty to protect Tabrien, even if my days are numbered. I'll do what I can from this room."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Then the choice is yours." Elowen enters into his space, standing on tiptoes before placing a long peck on his mate's mark. A deep coercing growl rumbles from his chest. "If you want to prepare for the war from your room, then we'll prepare. Just know that if you decide to take a mate, to claim me as your own, you know where I'll be."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Sparrow," he grits, a hoarse warning for her to feign.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Your pack wants to see you happy, to see you let down your guard for once."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"If I let my guard down, we'll all be in fucking terran chains."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It's not selfish," she continues. "They know the risks you've taken for them, but the decision is yours. I just hope it's one you won't regret."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Her creature purrs as she settles her palms upon his rune-scarred chest, the steady thump-thump of his heart beating beneath her touch. Her inner wyng has always loved Morrow from day one, and no matter the amount of times she denies it, she's always caught in his magnetic field, coming back in their polar opposite worlds.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Her hot breath trails down his throat, causing a subtle groan to escape him. "You deserve to let go for a night and put your duties to rest. When morning comes, we'll think about the pack."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A brooding growl echoes through him. "Don't be tempting me with the idea of mating. The pack won't be on our minds when the sun rises."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I can remind you."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎He turns to her and crooks a brow. "It won't work like that when I have you screaming my name."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎To this, her cheeks flush, but she can't help her suddenly snarky tongue. "You brag about something that you've never done."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Sparrow," he grits as his irises glow. His wings expand, his body appearing large as he begins to corner her in. He likes the challenge she's posed. If not him, his wolf. Elowen steps backward towards the balcony doors, never once shifting her gaze from his prowl. "What we've done together is only a taste of what it would be. Everything about you will be mine, and believe me, I've been so fucking patient with claiming you."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen tilts her head, exposing her neck, a featherlight tease. The heat of his gaze lands on her vulnerable pulse. "You want to wait for the sake of your pack, so we'll wait."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I hate this game you're playing."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You've only played the same one since the day you met me," she breathes as she backs through the open balcony doors and into his bedroom. Morrow follows, his focus only on her. "I've been thrown into a world of mates and wolves, and gods, I tried to deter it, but look at us. We're both trying to isolate ourselves because we've never had someone to trust, someone to love. If circumstances were different, maybe we wouldn't have to make this choice when you're dying from the blight."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I don't know how to love," he murmurs. "Is that the type of partner you want?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Neither do I."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I pity you for being tied to me."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Don't pity me. You've shown me what I'm getting myself into."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A low dominating growl echoes from him, one that curdles Elowen's blood into submission. Her pace reversing from him slows enough for the space between them to diminish, a space that's been kept between them for too long. Together, they need to let go of the past and worries of the future and breathe in the now.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The alpha raises a blight hand to her neck, gently cradling his fingers around her throat and tilting her head upward. His thumb paws her heartbeat. "If this is what you chosen, then you'll understand that you can't run away. You'll be ruling the entire province as my equal, as Tabrien's luna. This pack will be ours."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"They've seen the mark on your neck already. They know who you're bound to," Elowen admits.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"And yet I don't know a thing about you." Morrow dips his head near her own, his hold around her throat tightening. "You wouldn't even tell me your name when I first met you."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎There's no need to hide the secret. If tonight lies in destiny's palms, then there'll be no boundary separating them. Her name was all she had before, but now, she has him. If he's willing to hand himself over to her, body and soul, scars and sins, then she needs to do the same.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Elowen Neverclove." Her tongue slips the words into the open air like butter. "That's my name."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Elowen Neverclove," he hums in a delicious growl, prompting the back of her thighs to meet the height of his mattress.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen's mind-link sparks into embers of heated warmth, all catalysed by him. His thoughts are a constant repetition of her name, a possessive mantra. Elowen. Neverclove. Mine. Mate. Elowen. Neverclove. Elowen.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His lashes fall heavy, weighted by desire as he loosens his cinch from her throat and parts his lips. A wet open-mouth kiss dances over her pulse, her heart beating at a hare's pace. Calloused hands travel down the length of her body, one cutting between her pristine feathered wings, the other to the dip of her hip, then inner thigh.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His tongue teases her heartbeat before his kisses make landfall. "Lay down, Elowen Neverclove," he orders just a hair above her throat.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Before she can submit, he assists her down onto the cot, her wings a mess beneath her as she gazes upward to the lust-hungered wolf anxious to make his mark. Above her frail anatomy, he appears like pure domination—powerful arms and daring meadow eyes. When another growl rumbles from the depths of him, her eyes close. She liquifies to his sound.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow's kisses sully her throat, leaving behind swelled evidence of his lips. An almost unheard moan breaks free from him amidst his brooding growls and darkening gaze. He's prepared to engulf her in his shadows, to feast upon her in reverie.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen fondles with the opening of his white buttoned-up shirt, prying it away from his shoulders and majestic black wings. There's a hitch in his breath as her fingers scathe over the scars upon his bare sculpted chest. As if to mirror her, his own nails traipse across the other side of her throat, down to the sleeve of her dress, disrobing it from her body. Her panties don't last long either. Like nothing, he tosses them aside, admiring the way she splays beneath him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow pauses, hot air fanning down her flesh and causing pebbles to form in its path. "Mine. All fucking mine."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Just as you are mine."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow mauls her with a passionate kiss, silencing every desperate whine from her lips. For her, he'll destroy the stone walls built around his heart's fortress. The corners within are dark, uncharted, and treacherous, but she's prepared to claim as much of him as she can before their time runs out. He'll submit a slice of his crown for her to reign as queen. Alpha and luna, a dynamic that Tabrien longs to have rule over them.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His velvet tongue tangles against her own, his dominant and fighting for her submission, until it ends with her sharp need for oxygen. She gasps, her lungs filling with the cool evening air as he presses his half-bare form closer.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The alpha cocks his head to the side. "I will mark you, sparrow, but just know that there's no going back after tonight. You are mine, and I will make sure you understand that thoroughly. Do you understand?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen nods her head; it's all she can do before he seals the vow with a brief kiss upon her lips.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I promise I won't hurt you," he hushes, "but if you ever need to tap out, just tell me so. My wolf won't have the fucking patience to ask once we begin. You're gonna be the only one he can listen to, so I won't stop unless you say so."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Again, she nods.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Words, sparrow."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I understand."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His lips curve into a salacious grin. "Good girl."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His mouth descends upon her own, a tackle of teeth and desperation that sends her hands into a frenzy. She tugs at dark cloves of hair, then mattes down his black feathers before gripping the base of his wings with her hands. Gods, if she knew that this was what had been waiting for her all those years, she would've sought out Morrow years ago.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎With rough claws, Morrow outspreads her legs wide, breaking the kiss as his dangerous hues angle down her naked form. His tongue skillfully licks over his lower lip. In his mind, the image of her burns into her own, elevated with every mark of him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I'm gonna enjoy you all fucking night," he murmurs huskily. Knuckles brush against her inner thigh, followed by a finger sweeping across her folds, collecting the arousal that begins to drip down. Without hesitating, he licks his finger clean.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen's palms slip from his wings down to his beltline, finding the hem of his low-hung trousers. She traces her finger against a throbbing vein, then daringly squeezes the bulge developing beneath the fabric. His cock twitches within her clutch.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A heady oomph comes out mixed with a wolfish growl. "Sparrow."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"If you want another taste, be a good boy and get undressed."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"So needy, aren't you?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Do I need to repeat myself?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His lips curve upward. "You're getting bold."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I guess I'll close my legs—"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Another growl rumbles through him like thunder, a warning sound that controls her limbs to stay put.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Let me see that pretty flower of yours, his voice purrs down the mind-link. Don't hide it from me.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Without his glowing hues leaving her, he shucks out of his trousers and boots, unveiling the body of the alpha in full splendour. Warning after warning came about his reputation, but she's come to admire the soul that lurks beneath, a shadow she never knew she wanted. He's ridged, carved of marble and stone and chiselled with pure decadence that it causes Elowen's mouth to water. When he returns to her, his wings extend wide to block the fading evening light from warming her skin.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow remains above her on all fours, one hand near her neck, the other timelessly palpating his stiffening length. She can't help but look down. He's hard, already on the brinking of collapsing into his own gratification just by being in her presence. Those meadow hues study her, anticipating her next move.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She lifts up her head to meet him for a kiss. Just as her slender fingers begin to wrap around his dick, he swats her away.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Don't," he hisses, his face twisting with lust at her contact. "I won't last longer than thirty seconds if you do that. There's only one place I want to come tonight, and that's here."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A finger drives deep into her core, hooking deep inside as he searches for sensitive nerves. She yelps, her hands finding the base of his wings as her back arches into him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Morrow," she grits, not expecting such blunt intrusion.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The alpha ushers her back down to the cot, placing her head beneath one of his pillows. A soft wet kiss falls against her pointed ear, followed by a seductive sshhhh. Her body only feels the cadence of his breath and the finger sunk deep inside her heat.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His kisses grow lethargic as he begins to suckle and nip her pulse. The way he works is rhythmic, a song written in actions rather than sounds. The pace of his hand down below matches the tempo of his kisses, slow, yet melodic, the final note being a call of his name from her lips as his finger finds the sweet spot inside of her.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You're doing so well, sparrow," he whispers.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen mewls when a second finger drives inside of her, and it becomes hard to think of anything else. She drips wet with need, every single pang of her longing for him felt within her silken folds.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow soothes her with another tender hush. "Our time might be temporary, but fuck it. To me, you've been worth this lifetime of hell, and I'm going to enjoy this. You're like a dream, like heaven."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎With those words strung in the humid air between them, Morrow parts his lips, grazing wolfish canines against her rosed throat. She forgets about the blight damaging his body's temple, forgets that his pack remains in the distress of annihilation. The dream of mates and unions will come alive, for this bond was written in the stars before the dawn of time. Morrow was meant to find her, to rescue her, to bring her back to his homeland. It just took her time to see his light when all she's ever known is war's shadows.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎As his bite clamps down on her and her skin breaks, she basks in the moon's prophecy fulfilling itself. She knots her fingers into his hair, pulling at the strands as his teeth sink deeper. A foreign warmth pools from his bite, followed by a trickle of crimson red down her throat. Her blood, a newfound wine he can't consume enough of. Her body tenses, sensing a new open wound, only to be loosened by his two fingers plunged into her core. She sighs out his name as her tie to him strengthens into a knot no one can untie.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"A little deeper," she urges, cradling his head closer to her new mate's mark.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She means his bite, but he roughens the pace of his two fingers, tugging them in ways that rile her nerves in ecstasy. Her hips buck upward to meet his skilled touch, all while he has her limp in his wolfish claim.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Not once does his bite elicit pain, only a tingling delectation that reverberates through her bloodstream. Forever, she'll be marred with the mark of Morrow. While one hand holds him closer as his bite deepens, the other finds her own mark upon him. With a light fingertip, she traces the bite of her teeth upon his neck, causing him to shudder in delight.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His hold on her breaks as his breaths grow ragged. Red drips from his fine lips, his meadowed hues shut with satisfaction. "Elowen," he whispers like an oath into the night.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She tentatively lifts a hand to her mate's mark. Her thoughts must be as clear as glass to him, her soul a window he can peer into until time runs out. There's no secrets to be kept, no double lives that can be hidden under shadowed wings.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When Morrow's meadowed hues open, they dilate into a wolfish black obsidian. A hungry growl clamours from deep within his chest, his inner wolf stalking her mind in full heat. At once, his inner monologue invades her thoughts.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Look at you. Rosed cheeks. Body begging to be taken.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His fingers accelerate inside of her, pulling and stretching to prepare her for his final claim, to take what truly belongs to him.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A needy little thing. Just dripping wet for me, ready to be fucked into oblivion.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A whine leaves her lips. "Please," she begs aloud.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She expects him to pick up speed again, or perhaps expand his repertoire and add a third finger. To her dismay, he removes his digits from her core, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, the only warmth coming from the blood still seeping from her mate's mark.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Blight hands snatch her wrists, bringing them above her head. A deadly smirk taints his blood-kissed lips. "All mine."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎As the confession leaves his lips, he thrusts his hard-erected cock deep between her thighs, burying himself to the hilt in her silken heat. She screams at the stark intrusion, but what did she expect? Patience? Tenderness? She squirms beneath his hold, searching to find some relief from his vast size. The alpha is anything but kind, even in something as sacred as mating, and it takes her a moment to come back down to earth from his demanding entrance.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow's grip on her wrists loosens as he releases a strained moan, his jaw clenched and tight. "Oh, fuck."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎For a moment, the wolf in him backs down, his meadow hues transforming into a firefly glow. He bites his lower lip, a growl of delight thundering down his entire body, before he finally gazes upon the place their two bodies connect.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Beautiful, it's the only word that sings down their bond.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When the blistering sting of his driving cock simmers, Elowen rolls her hips, wretching a groan from him. In response, he lowers the planes of his sinewy form against her figure. Muscles and runes scathe against her bare skin, a friction she's come to adore.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You're so tight, just made for me," he mutters, peppering stray kisses against her brow.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen wishes she could hold the base of his wings or pull at his hair, something she can hold while he brings her to the heavens. Instead, he buries his face into the new mark on her throat, sighing in pleasure, before sliding his cock out to the tip. He plunges back in, slamming hard. Another scream barrels from her throat, a call of bliss that ricochets off his bedroom walls.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow's pace increases, quickening as his hold on her wrists tightens. Wolfish nails dig into her skin, holding her captive to the way his body moves. His eyes fall shut as he focuses on thrusting harder, rougher, faster until her pleasures can't keep up.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow releases one of her wrists in order to take a hold of her thigh. He lifts her leg around his torso, angling her to reach deeper. In a plea of desperation, his breath quickens, and his head descends back to hers as their crowns brush. Sweat-slickened dark hair falls across his brow, yearning to be combed away. His nails trail up her inner thigh, exploring the tendons until he finds the place where him and her become one.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His features become so twisted in anguish, in need, in solace. Morrow's waited for the day he can give his partner everything that he is, and now, he crumbles to pieces against her skin, waiting for her to collect the wreckage. Bit by bit, they move in eternal harmony. His wings let the first sliver of night light caress their bare skin, a sign of blessing from their almighty moon.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I can't—" he growls, holding her tighter as his movements grow sloppy, out-of-rhythm.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I'm almost there," she begs.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎He's so close to falling over the edge into bliss, so close to knowing what it's like to give himself over to his mate in full admiration. But as the stars collide into supernovas, so is she. With every oscillation between them, she finds herself climbing the castle built within him until she's crowned as queen. For all the iron daggers the world has thrown at them, for the doubts that have scaled their walls only to burn to ashes—she will finally become one with fate's second half.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎With her name bracing his lips in nothing more than a silent oath, together, they reach the stars.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Him and her.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎One.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When she comes back down, he dances soft kisses against her cheek and throat as he slowly pulls out from within her. His release is hot, dripping from between her legs from the depths of her core. His lidded eyes can't help but stare in wonder and disbelief.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She reaches a hand up to cup his chin, coaxing his attention back to hers. "Alpha," she purrs.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎For a flicker, she's met with dilated meadow irises, until he pulls away. Morrow tears his body away from hers, only a clamorous growl echoing from his throat.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Naked and bare, he saunters over to his balcony, shoving the glass doors open wide before blight-tainted hands grip at the stone railings. In front of him is his regime, his pack. His errors as leader have outranked his achievements, and yet, the were still follow him and his dark feathered wings. His wings spread wide, fluttering in the slight breeze.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Morrow?" Elowen calls out, sitting up on the bed.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎In a moment, sparrow, his voice coos down the bond.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow raises his head up to the moon, tipping it in a bow as he mutters a near silent prayer as a thank you to the gods. It's then she senses it through their bond. Peace. The moon captures his charcoal cloves of hair, illuminating him to look like a true fallen angel. The breeze brings his sovereign words to her, and she can't stop the salty tear that carves a rivulet down her flushed cheek.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Thank you for bringing me her. She's everything."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎He finishes his prayer with a howl, a sound that quakes the mountains and awakens the seas. The sound carriers to the corners of Aelethia, a sound of dominance and submission wrapped into one. The alpha of Tabrien has selected a mate, and she's waiting for him to come back to his bed.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Morrow turns back through the balcony doors. Elowen lays bare upon his quilts, marked and marred with claws and teeth. Only now, she's truly his mate, and she'll never deny that fact again

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎His eyes trace the contours of her form, gaze darkening.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"My luna," he whispers like a dance on his tongue. "We're far from done."

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you heard the man. we ain't done yet haha. lets face it, this morrowen moment wasn't enough was it? we need MORE!

also, I'm sorry for leaving you on a month long cliffhanger! but I hope that I can continue to bring you continuous updates now that I'm reacquainting with Morrowen and the Sparrow world again.

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thanks!

ivy <3