Moonstone Quarry [M] Do you dare to tame my fire?

Fleur hummed as her name and titles, now and forever coveted, fell from his lips to bleed and thrum in her veins, pouring into her heart, into the deepest parts of her essence.

From this moment, there was no going back to being the lost-at-sea, wayward girl; no, this was to be her reckoning, her ascension, her coming home. And, Solharr: he was her beacon, the light that will forever guide her to safer shores; he was the coast in which her ship would dock during the toughest of storms. 

But, what can she offer him? She didn’t have any skills to speak of, her past is non-existent at this point, so what did she even have? Her love, of course, that was a given; if love could move mountains, she would bend the world and even the gods to her will if that meant she could give Solharr all that he ever wanted. 

Maybe one day she could—maybe the love of the Sun God she rested upon will unleash a power long forgotten? Maybe that power was locked away by the Sea God who washed her ashore here? She snorted, amused by her thoughts.

The press of his paw deepened into the fur of her belly, both anchoring and scorching, the fire within her chest whirled to meet it, threatening to unleash once more. Her thoughts turned to him, his words beckoning her back to reality. For a man who once claimed to be of little words now spoke many, and each one called her closer, begging her nearness. 

She pressed a kiss to his lips, scorching him in return, her brow pressing to his. The gods wouldn’t dare touch me, touch us, not when I shall carry your blood in my womb. You are a king, a god among wolves and our children, with your blood in their veins, will be their demise should they try. 

Settling into him, she deflated with a contented sigh, the fire within slowly dying. She yawned, her words stretching with it as she spoke. I cannot wait to scream that name from the highest peak. But, for now? I want to dream with you.