1. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren looked back at him. Unable to stop herself, just like always. Her eyes traced his, studied the dark cast of thought behind them. Then lower— pausing on his mouth, as if she were trying to imagine the words they might’ve said last night if things hadn’t broken apart. If they’d kept going...
  2. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    That brush of his knuckles to her cheek felt like the first careful steps toward redemption, and her eyes fluttered shut at the touch, a quiet hum of contentment stirring low in her throat. Her hand slid from the nape of his neck, up the sinew of his forearm, fingers seeking his until they...
  3. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren's sigh feathered with the flavor of remorse. Whatever anger she’d clung to from last night, righteous, and blistering— felt far away now, softened by the safety of his arms and the warmth of his body. All that remained was the lingering sting of how things were said, no longer the why...
  4. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    It was tragic, in the way that that kiss stopped her heart. And more tragic still for the way it lurched back to life at his bidding. Stirring with sleep-soft murmurs and half-objections at being moved, his arms closing around her drew a pleasant prickling warmth across her scalp—enough to melt...
  5. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Sleep had been heavy and dreamless, as if Farren had been dropped into the old belly of the earth and buried in dark comfort. Her breath came deep and shallow— and in slow increments, her body remembered how to wake. But in quickening thoughts, she noted stark differences between last night and...
  6. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The mattress dipped under her as she leapt up beside him, the dense weight of her wolf form sinking easily into the space he had left for her. For a beat, she lingered, snout brushing his wrist before she gently nudged beneath his hand. Pressed her head beneath the crook of his arm and curled...
  7. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Her ears twitched at the sound of the yurt flap shifting, heart skittering to life in a sudden, all too-alive rhythm. But Farren resisted moving or opening her eyes. Working to steady her breaths into long, slow pulls to sell the lie of sleep— if only so she wouldn't startle him. If only to keep...
  8. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    "Aarn-" The name faltered on her lips, half-realized before she could stop herself, tempering that desire to follow. Her hand, outstretched, hovered a beat longer before it wilted to her side, watching the flap of the yurt sigh closed behind him, the weighted air fleeing on his heels. That...
  9. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren watched him, unable to stop the sardonic smirk that tugged at her mouth at his final words— lists and comparisons, like their grief could be catalogued. Like his pain had an invoice and hers a receipt. How easy it all would be if they were good with such numbers. That kind of dark-edged...
  10. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Where the Light Returns

    The weight of her exhaustion had been unexpected. Farren had been a Bell Keeper since she had first bonded with her wolf at age eight. And she had found and bound three more since. So she was no stranger to the tithe of shroud it took to work with spirits, nor to the responsibility of being...
  11. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren hissed through her teeth, her nostrils flaring with the effort not to scream over him, "Will you keep your fucking voice down?" Her words striking like flint sparks. “Well— if anyone was unaware you were here, Aarno, they fucking know now, don't they—gods! Who the hells are you performing...
  12. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Self. Fucking. Centered. A dry, brittle laugh barked from her. How insane this turn of the night felt. She had told him something she didn't like, and now they were both furious and snapping in the empty space left cold between them. Someone please save her with a goddamn punchline. Her...
  13. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren's breath hitched, and her head jerked like she’d been slapped, her fury flaring so bright it felt like it carved the hot beating heart right from her chest. For a breath, she just stared at him. A sharp, narrowing glare that burned with an anger that could've only been inherited, the kind...
  14. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A shapechanger? Her brow furrowed. How had she missed that? The shroud that it took to change the body was a tangible one for someone like Farren who grew up in more bodies than just her own. And she couldn't help but feeling a mote of frustration at her own self. Her role was not of scout, but...
  15. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren froze at the sharp tone of her name, her back still half-turned, fingers curled around her linen tunic as his words struck hard like a slap of cold wind— she slipped her tunic over her prickled skin that suddenly felt too exposed under his venom, crossing her arms like reluctant armor...
  16. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The action caught her by surprise, and a breath hissed out of her with a flinch, her free hand grabbing Aarno's wrist, "Oof, darling, I'd ask you to be gentle. I don't know how long it's been for you— but I'm rather tender and don't exactly enjoy being manhandled so freely." Her face softened...
  17. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A languid satisfaction buzzed pleasantly just under the skin, and it was all Farren could do to keep from smiling like an idiot, even as she carefully extricated herself from his embrace. She felt rejuvenated and well-spent, even laughing affectionately at Aarno's expression, "I mean, you did...
  18. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Yes, came her fervent nods, lost to the pressure of long fingers around her throat that felt like salvation. Farren pressed into his palm, cutting off her airway as a pulsing began behind her eyes and beat in time to the one that pounded in her clit. Her body bucked— hands releasing to grab onto...
  19. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Shockwaves of bright pain bloomed into a heated afterglow, and she called out in a tangle of curses and moans and fervid pleas, the skin of her ass flushing a bright red where Aarno struck her. She was pliant under his hands— a live nerve of heady wanting, trying to chase that electricity that...
  20. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A challenging chuckle burst from Farren at his warning, but it ended with a startled yelp at his snapping hips. Back arching as she drowned her lustful keening into the furs beneath them. The wet sounds of them fucking lulling her into a sinful stupor— a trance where she was floating and too...
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