Last night like this

Basilisk gave a soft hurumph at that, kissing her cheek, wrapping his paw a little tighter around her. “You, my dear Ignita, enrapture me.” he bit gently at her cheek. “Like a brilliant, exotic bird I’m afraid will fly away.” His songbird. Caged, because he could never let her leave. His love were bars around her.

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind some time alone with your ex-Queen.” He said thoughtfully, a darker chuckle escaped him. “Somehow, I don’t think she’d like what I have in mind.” If ever he had the opportunity, he would make her pay for every hurt Ignita had suffered beneath her. He nipped at her chin, breathing in the scent of her. “Your the most beautiful wolf in my life.”

"Basilisk & Ignita"