A wolf's hatred is a fickle thing

A ColdHiddenBlade Oneshot

This story does contain some spoilers, read at your own risk.

He hated her.

This was an obvious fact that only grew stronger, more concrete, with each passing moment in the Fade prison he wove himself.

He hated her… maybe not as much as he hated Elgar'nan, but it was still strong enough that she could almost taste it. They clashed with simple jests at first, before she started to lose patience, and read his lies with more clarity after bearing witness to his distant past memories. Jokes and teasing turned into bitting words, things that at another time or to anyone else she would instantly regret.

He hated her… and she did not blame him. She hated him too…

After everything that happened, the loss of one of her dearest friends, being tossed into the prison for what felt like years, killing Elgar'nan, fighting to survive against a third god, and almost losing her friends in the process.

Her sacrifice… it was all she had left to protect the others. Emmrich and Lucanis did not look impressed at her choice, nor did the Inquisitor or Morrigan. She remembered them calling out to her as she held onto Solas with all her remaining strength and let the fade drag them both in.

Rook felt his ire heat up as he drew in power from the Fade to heal his wounds as if in preparation to continue the fight, the taste of hot iron filled her mouth and the air felt fizzy as violet eyes glared at her with blue magic tinging the outside ring of his iris. Beautiful eyes… Rook wanted to stab them, if only to silence his gaze. She was not known for her violence to others. Usually pacifying a situation with words, carefully selected for the other person or the situation. She was funny, but also gentle, diplomatic, and empathetic.

She treated all with respect, even Manfred… she grew up with more understanding and almost no racial judgement than most. She was raised amongst the dead and spirits, and also RAISED literally by the dead in probably more ways than one. Held her tiny hands in the dark bony ones of a few Lich's who studied (with no answers) where she suddenly appeared from… she had even curled up in the almost nonexistent lap of Vorgoth before she could even walk. And her connection towards the wisps was on the higher level even amongst the professors that studied the Necropolis their whole lives. The wispy, musical whispers were almost a language that she could perceive.

"No… NO! What have you done, you have doomed us all! All I wanted to do was help, to save us! Your friends will pay the price for your…"

"You got what you deserve." Her direct voice was deep and somewhat raspy despite her small stature as she interrupted his intended rant, "You never helped anyone… YOU with all your arrogant delusions, dog."

Her degrading comment made his already creased brow tightened further.

"I never wanted this! I wish we had been friends in this plight, it would have benefit us both."

"It is no secret that you would happily stab your friends in the back… speculated and literal." He flinched at this suggestive comment and his eyes seemed to darken while her dark painted lips curled up in a proud smirk. She knew full well who was on his mind in this moment. She met the man both in real life during her yearlong chase after Solas and in memories of another, the ancient elf lived like an empty husk of himself. His soul killed in the fade by the man he trusted and waited upon for centuries. "Do you think I would trust anything you said? Never trust a stray mutt that bites everyone that showed them kindness. You don't deserve it."

She was a necromancer mage, she studied magic in the Necropolis since she was a child… so she sensed the Fade shifting in a sinister way before she even saw anything. The hair on her arms raised, and goosebumps crawled down her neck. And her nose tingled as if she had tiny bees buzzing around, she wanted to sneeze. The crumbling stones that seemed frozen in air closed together with a thunderous clash. A wave of nausea almost floored her. Rook stumbled slightly as her little island rumbled before righting her feet. A gloved hand closed tightly around her throat and Rook felt her heart sink. So… he was going to kill her now?

Maybe that would free her of the pain she felt all over.

Their entrance to the fade was not a smooth or comfortable one. She was sure a couple of her fingers were broken where she punched Solas and her arm was probably dislocated from the landing.

His eyes were too close, thumb digging into her jugular. The pressure enough to keep her from breathing. No, his everything was too close. Heat and magic radiated from him, burning the skin he touched.

"You impudent child!" Solas snarled from his chest and his voice seemed to fill the darkness. Heavy, suffocating. "You speak like you know the world, know suffering! You destroyed my chance to fix my wrongs, to fix the People!"

"WE didn't need your saving! I know suffering that you created, and that destroying the world again and AGAIN will never redeem you." Hissed Rook with the last bit of breath in her lungs. Her hand grasped his forearm (yes a finger was broken) and tightened into the metal and leather, unable to dig into flesh or lodge herself free. Solas slit his eyes as they shimmered with magic causing wisps like smoke to caress along his temples. Rook gave a small gasping squeak as she felt the skin around her throat burn. Not so much that it will cause permanent damage, but enough to leave a mark.

Her own depleted magic flared up from deep in her chest in defence and Solas growled as her necrotic fought back against his raw magic. Twisting green and blues, fighting. Their magic clashed and Rook could see clearly the difference between them. Solas was a deep cold pool, even when exhausted by fighting wave after wave of Venetori and darkspawn, the final battle against the arch-demon followed shortly after by her. It was like the Fade was replenishing him, reaching out to give him all its affections while abandoning her.

And Solas, in a brief moment, saw her…

He blinked as sounds flooded him and he had to discern them without clear visuals, the cries of a baby in dusty blankets echoed off unlit walls, even he felt a chill as he saw the corpses and spirits lean down around the little pale figure. Lit from behind by wisps living up to their namesake. Curiosity.

'Where did this child come from?'

'Find out if a mortal abandoned her here, and find Vorgoth…'

'No one has had a child recently, I would have known.'

'The Lich lords will want to examine her…'

'I will not allow that, she is just a baby!'

'Where is Vorgoth!?'

The voices were intangible, like smoke as he tried to grasp it. To understand the woman who ruined all his plans, grab onto anything he could use as fuel. All he knew of her was what his agents could find during her chase after him with Varric since she spent her whole life hidden away, and Mourn Watchers nearly never left the dark shadows.

'You are nothing, no family, no home. By the Void, we don't even know if you are actually elven, just look at those eyes! You're a monster, so stay away from us!'

'It's the little ghost! Do you think she can feel pain?' The sound of a rock hitting skin followed by a little girl's cries of pain followed. The perpetrator began to panic as it was evident that she indeed felt pain and also bled red like them, in poured down the side of her face. Leaving being the tiny scar that remained in her hairline to this day. 'Shit! I don't mean to… Vorgoth, sir! Please don't do this!'

'THE CHILD IS OURS.'

The deep, familiar, voice gave Solas chills. It was almost like they were directing their words to him and he instinctively loosened his grip allowing Rook to take in heavy gasps of air as shadowy claws reached into his vision. She had the favour of an Executioner!? He would have been more cautious of her if he had known that.

The ancient spirit-turned-elf ran his eyes across Rook, taking note of her eyes. It was not the first time he was entranced by them, both in the Fade and waking planes. He had even been a little put-off when they met in person after he had switched places with her in the prison… after the loss of her friend, and he saw the true depths of colour. Her eyes were like a sea of blue and turquoise in an abyss of black sclera.

Hearing the voices of her past had him curious, and he adjusted his grip to the back of her neck to pull the woman closer so her nose brushed his chest and quickly examined her back. Yes, the injury committed by Elgar'nan was quite serious even through her robes and leathers. He was surprised she didn't collapse during their fight. By the trembles that racked the woman's body, he could guess she was VERY aware of all her pain. Even the Fade could not dull all the injuries. He felt the wet and stickiness that coated the woman and felt his lips twist in annoyance.

He hated her… but he would not let her die here. She fought hard to get them here, and he needed to make sure she felt the same misery he did. For eternity.

Rook flinched when his magic invaded her like a rushing waterfall, pain dulled and her skin knit together. Her face filled with confusion as she stared at her own blurred reflection in Solas' elaborate chest piece.

Then a flash of pain as his magic reached the stab wound in her stomach, one he made with his lyrium dagger that lay on the ground near their feet. It was deep, and also the wound that bound her alongside Solas. It was a different kind of injury.

Darkness claimed her.

Solas felt her go limp in his arms and felt a fleeting flash of concern. He knelt on one knee, lowering Rook down so he could brace her lower back against the inside of his leg. His large hand cradled the nape of her neck so her head didn't flop all the way backwards, and his violet eyes quickly examined her injuries. They healed, leaving behind the faintest of scars and he would need time and a better location to mend the broken bones which included his jaw that Rook almost shattered… the Inquisitor should have taken notes, the punch they did in Skyhold was nothing compared to this. Rook put all her anger and frustrations into one single right-hook. Then his eyes reached her throat, bared to him.

The scar of his hand shape was a cruel reminder of who he had become…

Rook groaned, her head was spinning even before she sat up. Eyes blurry as she took in the new place…

This was the Lighthouse! The blue shimmer of the aquarium was as calming as she remembered as she was spread out on the lounge.

It almost felt like everything was just a dream and that she could pretend that nothing had happened yet. But as she heard a quill scratch across parchment, drawing her eyes to the back of Solas, dressed simply instead of the elaborate armour she was so familiar with, the illusion broke. This wasn't real.

Disappointment filled her.

"Finally awake?" Solas didn't turn around as he wrote, a wisp danced aggressively above him and Rook recognised their attitude making her chuckle weakly. The wisp rushed over to her and circled her as she leaned her forearms on her thighs with an uncomfortable groan.

"I'm ok, little one…" Her voice was raspier, touching her throat she became aware that Solas had not healed her throat… was it to remind her that he was the position of power here? Her stomach twisted with annoyance. "I am a big girl, I can tell him off myself."

Solas scoffed, "You have greater understanding of their language than most people."

"I was raised amongst wisps." Rook's eyes glazed over for a second before she blinked the haze away, the longing for her home was almost painful… for everyone who looked after her and gave her familial love in the Necropolis. Emmrich and Vorgoth… the rest of the companions. They both were the closest to family she could ever have.

There was a click as Solas tapped his quill dry and laid it down on the small bowl to keep the ink from staining the desks mahogany, he pushed the chair backwards slowly before turning around to her. His violet eyes catching the look of sadness, longing… guilt before the woman who had caused him so many headaches hid her emotions behind a familiar mask. He realised that's all he ever saw. A mask.

He wasn't going to tell her he could sense the guilt, as strongly as he felt his own. Maybe that was why the prison was so strong this time round. He felt it, stronger than it had been the last few months.

Or was it because the one person he had been connected to was no longer on the outside. They were both locked away. Funny that…

He was able to trick her to take his place, but somehow she escaped. He would have to ask her how, but for now… "Your most pressing injuries have been healed, enough that you won't die right away."

"Really… should I be thanking you for your forgiveness?" Rook slit her eyes at him, the blue of her eyes almost glowed with the reflection of the aquarium. Solas wanted to rip them out for the briefest of moments but he squashed that feeling down. Not realising she too had a similar though moments ago.

They were stuck here for eternity… he knew all too well how boring a life of darkness could become, more so when alone. Once Rook's body became more attuned to the Fade; it would not be easy to kill her. It will protect her almost as much as it did him.

He should be able to enact his rage upon her then, without her dying at the first strike. That afterthought filled him with a sickness that tightened in his stomach.

He hated her, he hated how she brought out all the things about himself that he despised. Reminding him that he was changed by those he thought were friends, siblings even… and Mythal… the pain in his chest twisted like a knife. He sensed her presence as they were pulled into the fade. Golden eyes staring at him with pity. In the face of a human.

"Forgiveness? You are beyond that…" Solas clenched his jaw before relaxing it, he waved his hand at the wisp and it gave a indignant chime before flying off. "Tolerance? Maybe."

Rook snorted with sarcasm. But Solas chose to ignore it.

"We will be stuck with each other forever now, thanks to you." Rook's face curled up as if the thought was the most disgusting thing she ever heard making Solas' annoyance snap a little, "So my tolerance is something you should remember. I could crush you without a moments thought." He didn't feel much truth behind his words. But that c

"Really? That's not what I remember, all I recall is…" Her snarl was cut short when Solas' glowing eyes turned to her, a crushing pressure filled her and she gasped as she fell to her knees. Pain shooting through her bones.

"That was in the real world, you are now in my domain, where I am strongest." Solas' voice didn't raise, but it held a commanding strength. The chair scratched a little as he pushed himself off it and folded a hand behind his back. The other waved almost lazily, a force of magic snapped Rook's back straight and held her head upwards so their eyes met. It was uncomfortable. "You would do well to remember that, Rook."

And she snarled at him. Her lips, black and smeared curling as she growled in challenge. He was momentarily caught off guard and he had to agree with a passing comment Elgar'nan made when he overheard them fighting as he tried to bring down the archdemon… she was beautiful, and had a aura about her that made him want to teach her a lesson. Name her kneel. Dominate her.

He reached out and rubbed at the smear of black, smirking as her eyes fluttered slightly. He recognised that look. That was the face of someone touch starved.

He tested his theory by cupping her face in his palm and stroked her cheek, "Unfortunate that Varric found you first, we could have reshaped the world together." His smile twisted more as she melted into his palm.

"As if I would have accepted that." Despite trying to bite back, her voice was airy. Eyes glazing over as Solas' finger traced around his handprint burned into her throat.

Usually Solas would hold himself back, but why should he? She was no friend or lover of his… and no one else around to question him.

His hand closed around her throat, perfectly slotting over the scar, he already sensed the flesh healing on its own, and tugged her forward roughly causing her to loose balance. Her hands came upon his thighs and held on as she tried to push away to no avail, "Must I find better use for that insolent mouth. We have the rest of eternity together, I am sure we can find ways."

"Tsk, you want me so bad you can't resist touching me huh?" Rook's heart raced even though she tried to act aloof. And she knew Solas could feel it. If someone said she would be on her knees before the Dread Wolf, while he suggested something even remotely sexual she would have either hit them or walk away in disgust. Her eyes fluttered without her control as Solas traced his hand down her veins, following the erratic beat of her heart. Fingers pushed down her collarbone before reaching the top of her robe, they were so long and slender that his nails grazed against the mound of her breast. Her heart shuddered, breath stopping. She had no idea what his intentions were.

Only that he was smirking with that one look that was full of arrogance and pride! She hated it.

She switched tactics, hooking her arm behind his knee, Solas' eyes widened a fraction as she yanked his feet off the ground and he crashed backwards. On shaking legs, Rook sprinted from the room…

She was confused for just a moment. The Fade looked like the Lighthouse, but twisted it. Many doors were closed like it were when they first arrived months ago, floating rocks and shelves seemed more abundant. Rook heard Solas snarling, inhuman and angry, behind her and she used her magic to melt the lock. She knew it wasn't going to hinder him long, so she dashed like a madwoman for the door that usually led outside. It was cold outside and she felt her body shiver while her eyes flicked around to find an escape of any kind. She would be happy to never see Solas again.

BANG!

She was running out of time! Rook ran to the only place she could think of, a place that made her feel safe…

Harding's garden, it was as she remembered. The Fade at least copied this one thing for her. She locked the door and braced it with a chair, not really expecting it to do much. Unfortunate that Harding's weapons weren't here. A sense of calm overtook her as she brushed her fingers against the massive leaves of the worlds largest Elfroot, her heart grew steady even as she heard bestial snarling outside. He was searching for her, howling in rage.

He hated her. And she hated him.

So why did her heart flutter so much?

"When I find you… know your place… Rook!" His voice faded in and out as he entered building after building making it impossible to glean every word, smashing furniture as he went. Rook felt her breath stop and chills run down her spine. He was going to find her… her eyes glanced at the window.

If she jumped would it take her to a different part of the prison? Away from him? She felt like a little rabbit, shivering in the corner despite her attempt to seem big.

"I smell you…" His growl was outside the door and Rook bit down her squeak, she searched for an escape, reaching for the window to take a risk. A shadow filled her vision… Solas leapt through the window stopping her from being able to commit to the unknown. His eyes glowed bright as he reached out into the open air between them and Rook felt her body freeze. She could do nothing as Solas strode towards her, it was like everything slowed down as the elven god smirked.

"Did you think jumping would save you? I would find you no matter where you go." His hands were like ice as they grabbed her hips and pulled her close, his breath was hot as it licked against her cheeks. The smell of frost, magic, and leather filled her nose. It was overpowering and she felt her head spin. "Just give in…"

She didn't want to. Her heart was thudding just because she was desperate to fight back. Not because of their close proximity.

A icy hand grabbed her at the nape of her head, tugged her head back so rough she gasped in pain and swore he pulled some hair out. But she could not think of it for long because his lips claimed hers. Bitting, aggressive. Dominating.

He wanted to consume her, his tongue exploring her depths. The taste of him overloaded her, heat filled her body and her ears turned pink as she felt Solas grind his hips forward, his need hard against her stomach. He was so tall for a elf… with broad shoulders, it made her feel so small as he surrounded her. Body hot, hands cold.

"Solas!" She gasped between kisses, trying to fight back even as her body betrayed her. Solas had been a huge figure before her, even as she chased him with Varric. The dwarf told her stories during their time in the Inquisition. She felt that if it were another time and Solas made better choices, they could have been friends. Reading books about the Fade together, learning about the world together. She would have loved to listen to his stories and lectures… But Solas made terrible ones. So they were far from friends.

The man snarled something out in Elvhen and she felt herself clam up, she didn't need to know what he said to understand the intent. Her knowledge on the language was limited. Her lips were stolen again. She squirmed when she felt heat touch against her lower core and couldn't help herself and moved her hips. Solas groaned deeply as she pleasured herself on his thigh, he felt her starting to soak through his trousers and the heavy scent of her need invaded his nose. His neck got hot as he gripped her hip harder and slowed it to his pace, making it torturously slow. Her frustrated mewls and whimpers did something to him. He wanted more!

His kisses grew more aggressive, claiming every stretch of skin as he dragged his hand down, tearing cloth from skin, first revealing a pale collarbone that he sunk his teeth into, followed by the soft mound of her breast that he bit and sucked until the wound pale skin was raw.

Rook arched with a broken gasp as Solas raised her body up with his knee, his foot braced on a chair behind her. Her legs dangled uselessly as he slowed his pace, making sure she was on the edge until he was willing to let her finish. Rook felt her sluggish arms move with a mind of their own, fisting tightly into Solas' shoulders.

"S-Solas!" Her cry was full of desperation and pent up frustration. Solas chuckled deeply from the pits of his chest as he tore at the rest of Rook's clothes, they hung like useless rags around her waist so he had full access to her upper body. Every inch was going to be marred with his teeth, maybe then he would be sated.

"Say my name again Rook."

"Ah… Solas!" She gasped out in response and Solas felt his manhood throb.

"If I knew you would be so obedient to my touch, I would have taken you earlier." Solas gave a small growl as he kissed at her ear, "I have had many opportunities, even before we were bound at the ritual site."

As he spoke, Rook briefly saw a flash and an image of herself as if seeing it from another's eyes framed by green grass and reeds. It was the first time she was out on the road with Varric. Nervous to bathe in such an open area even though Varric promised to be on the lookout and also avert his eyes. Harding had laughed at her before pushed her into the water. Skilfully holding the end of the towel so it didn't also fall into the water too.

She saw her own body, flawless, none of her scars showing her tussles with the Venatori, Qunari, or slavers. Or double-crossing information brokers…

Pale, clear. Even her makeup was softer, more innocent before black became her signature. And that built a mild interest in the wolf that watched her. She felt it. His arousal was a surprise, even to him at the time.

She wanted to comment on this, get another rise out of him since she felt that was the only way she could deal with Solas, but words failed her as her trousers were ripped from her thighs as if they were paper rather than cured black leather and three fingers pressed into her wet body, thumb barely caressing against her clit. "Ah!" Was the only sound she could make. Sparks flashed making it hard to keep her eyes open, her lashes fluttered. The touch only lasted a few seconds, he was only checking on the effect he was making on her and a disappointed whine escaped her throat.

Solas panted with excitement and pride, finally she was acted accordingly. Exactly how he expected.

His eyes hooded as he traced them across the expanse of her body, licking his teeth as he saw the smear of black. He tasted it on his lips. Sweet, like cherries. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and hummed when a little bit of lipstick came away. The rest was around the woman's own mouth and throat, with little faint bruisings of paint between bite marks.

"If you weren't so insufferable, I would call you beautiful, then take you to a new height. But I don't believe you deserve such respect." Solas licked his raw lips, smirking further as her hazy eyes followed his tongue. "I'm going to bend you over, fuck you like an animal while you scream my name."

His words were like a growl, barely a language. Rook visibly shivered and her chest heaved. She knew he wasn't lying.

Seeing her hazy stare, and the desperate need on her face, Solas could barely contain himself. He lifted the woman up and spun her around. Rook gasped as her knees and hands sunk into the cold, damp dirt of Harding's garden, crushing some flowers. Their scent heavy invaded her nose, familiar, soothing just for a brief second before Solas' body inclosed around her spine. Tension shuddered down her spine as she felt Solas fumble with the treads of his trousers for a moment before the slap of something hot and throbbing hit the back of her ass. It was heavy, thick and seeking her heat. Solas groaned into the back of her neck, making the skin there feel hot and clammy as he dragged his manhood across her slick entrance. She was dripping, soaking his shaft tip to balls until his skin glistened. His hands held her hips in a way that she feared her bones would break, and lifted them up uncomfortably. His tip pushed inwards then outwards almost instantly as he teased her. Rook whined.

"Like a bitch in heat." Solas laughed bitterly, "You want me to violate you, treat you as you deserve. Fucked into the dirt… You will cum for me like this, Rook."

With one final demand he slammed his hips forward until his balls slapped loudly against her clit. Rook dug her nails into the dirt and cried out until her lungs were empty. He did not wait for her body to become accustomed to his length and thickness, he fucked her as promised. Like an animal, her pleasure never on his mind as he fucked her harder and harder. Her fluids splashed against the ground in thick strings, pushed out by his force as he pulled her hips into each thrust while making sure she felt him surround her, overpowering her, his weight heavy as he bore down on her back with his chest. His mouth bit against her shoulder as he focused on one thing.

Abuse her body until he was finished.

Magic flowed through his body, filling every vein. Rook felt it engulf them and her eyes rolled backwards as she felt Solas swell, he was already so large he stretched her body, now it felt like he was going to break her. His tip hitting places she didn't think possible, the entrance of her womb kissed around his tip, swallowing it deeper and deeper that Rook thought for a moment that she would die like this. Her heart pierced by a gods dick.

"Ah, ah! Solas!"

"That's it. More!"

"Ah!" Rook almost sobbed as she came, the feeling of his balls slamming against her clit was enough to stimulate her to the finish line, her body tightened up like a heartbeat and Solas grunted in surprise followed by a pleased growl.

"Do you think it's over just because you already found release?" He bared his teeth as he never relented in his thrusts, he didn't feel close yet as magic bolstered him. He was going to make sure she couldn't talk or run away after this. "You will come again."

Rook sobbed and buried her face into her arm as her body sunk into the dirt, the smells were the only things helping her focus as all her senses were alight. Her stomach hurt, but her core throbbed with glee.

It felt so good. Being taken by the Dread Wolf in the literal sense. His hate, his anger, his magic all tasted like frost and a strange aftertaste of limes.

All she could do was accept it with needy moans and screams of his name.

Solas was in bliss as he pounded her, the woman's walls glossed over him like a glove custom made for him. Silky and warm. Ridges stroked his sensitive veins, trying to persuade him to come.

So many opportunities to take the woman, as the Dalish use to say in their stories. The river was the first time he saw her at a distance, he had been checking in on his friend Varric after his agents said the aging dwarf had slowed down and picked up a stray girl.

The two agents whispered amongst themselves about the girl, saying she was beautiful and looked at the world like she never saw it before. Wide eyed as the my passed elvish ruins on the road, and acted the same with human made ones. She was an elf by all appearance besides her eyes.

He was intrigued. His agents rarely showed or shared such strong options.

And he agreed with them.

She was beautiful. Her eyes able to hold his gaze with no hesitation, even when they met in the Fade she looked at him as if she was on the same level. As he watched her through the eyes of 'Varric' he was able to see she treated everyone with a kindness not often seen anymore. When Taash was lost, Rook was there to help them find their person and beliefs.

She was there when Harding was breaking over her magic and the truth of the Titans. One of his regrets.

Davrin, she willingly walked into unknown danger to save the young Griffin's. Being wounded in the process that had her in the infirmary for a week.

Emmerich she was the closest with. She knew him before everything and almost turned into a lost kid again whenever she was with him. And the aging necromancer seemed to show an affection for her too. Almost the same as the skeleton, Manfred. Maybe he had a hand in raising her as a child? Or just because he was one of her professors?

Neve… she had deep regrets for her. Even though Neve was tense when they spoke, Rook dropped everything everytime to help. Making up for not being there when it mattered.

Bellara was someone Rook admired and befriended fast. She tried to save Bellara's brother. Taking on a new scar to remind herself of the failure. The fear she felt when Bellara was taken by Elgar'nan was so palpable it sent ripples through the Fade. The sorrow when they met again… Solas tasted it.

Then Lucanis, both he and Spite liked the young woman leading them. Solas saw every secretive glance whenever he detached from Varric. The assassin wanted Rook but hesitated. Maybe if he had said something, Rook would have been in his arms instead. The thought left a bitter taste in Solas' mouth.

As if punishing the woman for having the assassin like her or maybe trying to show she was untouchable to all but him, Solas bit down on the soft meat in Rook's shoulder. The tang of blood filled his senses, he felt her clench around him as she came again. His vision swirled with black.

Snarl! Solas pulled Rook into each thrust as best as he could with how much space he let her have, he wrapped a hand back around her throat and forced her head on an angle so he could leave bites along her pale throat and shoulder. Angry marks as he claimed her as his own, his to fill.

His eyes glowed as he felt his own end crashing toward him. His manhood swelling more. How can he make this more torturous to her?

His smirked as he ran his bloodied lips along her ear. "How much of wolves do you know, my dear."

His endearment was dripping with sarcasm, and Rook only replied with a confused whimper. Her voice was gone. Finally.

"You're not separating from me easily." He chuckled when he felt her tense, he let his magic wrap around him. Semi transforming. His hands grew in length, turning black with needle-like nails and his spine stretched the skin of his back. His feet like talons dug into the dirt as he buried himself inside the woman, his base darkened and swelled. Then swelled some more. Followed by more swelling.

Solas' roar rocked the walls and rattled her bones.

Rook's eyes widened and her numb body wanted to flee as she felt what she could only assume was a knot filled her. Then there was a tidal wave of heat that burst into her body. She felt his seed swirl through her body, straight into her womb as it had nowhere else to go. "Solaaaas!" Her finally scream, her voice broken as Solas' grip tightened. She choked, body tensing, she couldn't see beyond black and dirt. Sharp fangs slowly pulled out of her shoulder. The smell of blood, flowers, and their fluids filled her senses.

"Easy Rook…" Solas' voice was grating, a hint of concern caressed her ears as he brushed her hair away from her face. He backed up a little so he could lay Rook down better, his eyes running along her body. Seeing the bulge of his enhanced manhood and seed filling her body. He was both pleased and horrified at his own actions. Horrified he could even feel proud in breaking the woman. He left her such in a mess. He ran his clawed hands along Rook's body, healing all the more concerning wounds. He kissed at her neck as his bites closed, leaving faint scaring. The Fade can do the rest.

"Rook.. I…" No response, she was dreaming. Solas sighed and his apology died on his lips. He summoned a thick blanket with some pillows to nest around them and shuffled them onto it. Groaning as each movement had the woman grind against him, before he finally got them positioned and threw a warm blanket over them, making sure to bundle the woman up like she was in a cocoon. Would make it harder for her to move when his body returned normal.

Sleep found him too, and even though he sensed her dreams close to his, he did not go find her. She needed time away from him. And he honestly could not face her.

He hated her. And she hated him.

But maybe with time he could change that.

They had eternity.