Morrigan's Mate

3

When Soteria woke, her whole body throbbed. Pain unlike any she had ever felt before was radiating from her ankle and stomach. Ignoring the agony of her wounds, she took in the room around her. There was paint everywhere, lovely paintings of the night sky. Of Mor's eyes. Of Azriel's. Sweltering shame came up her throat like bile. He would never forgive her. 

In the room outside of the bedroom she was in, Soteria could hear someone bustling around. Delicious smells wafted into the room, and Soteria stifled a groan as she got herself out of the bed. Limping heavily, Soteria exited the bedroom. There was a dining room table covered in an assortment of food. Soteria saw that Mor was standing at the stove. Stirring something in a large pot. Slowly Mor turned around to face Soteria, a bowl of steaming soup in her hands. A small smile illuminated Morrigan's face as she set the soup on the table. Eagerly, Soteria sat down at the table and looked down at the soup. Chicken soup with peas and corn, and little bread wafers. 

Soteria cleared her throat. "I know about faerie traditions, Morrigan." Mor's eyes dimmed slightly. "And I will gladly eat your soup." Soteria picked up the spoon in her battered right hand and started eating. As soon as the hot liquid touched her tongue, she swallowed and shoveled another spoonful into her mouth. Mor chuckled as she sat down at Soteria's side and took a roll off the table. She was picking off little pieces and tossing them into her mouth as she watched Soteria eat. 

Once Soteria had finished the soup, she grabbed some fruit and shoved them into her mouth hurriedly. "How long was I out?" she asked Mor.

"Long enough that I don't think you'll ever be full again," Mor said before she ate the rest of her bread roll. "You were unconscious for six days." 

Soteria stopped eating. "Then how am I awake and alive right now? I should be dead." Mor frowned.

"I had Feyre come and give you some of her blood." Mor could see the panic in Soteria's eyes, "Her and Rhysand are the only ones that know that you're here, aside from anyone you told." 

"I only left a note for my captain, and if Gael knows, then so does Thesan," Soteria told Mor. Mor gave her a nod and grabbed another roll. "Mother above, if Thesan knows, I'll be given a blood ruby," Soteria said with a groan. 

"Were you planning on going back to Thesna's court after this?" Mor asked her. Soteria shook her head. 

"I don't know what I was planning. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I thought, maybe you wouldn't want anyone to know, or that you'd reject our mating bond." 

Morrigan blinked at Soteria, confused. "After the night in your room, why would I reject the mating bond?" Soteria shrugged, not wanting to say. Morrigan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Because you deserve better than me." Soteria breathed out. Shock was clear on Mor's face. 

"Soteria, we deserve each other. You are mine and I am yours." Mor said, her eyes stern. At that moment, Soteria felt as light as one of the feathers on her wings. Her physical pain was gone, and she wanted Mor. 

Soteria reached over and kissed Mor hungrily. Mor's hands went into Soteria's unbound hair, and Soteria's went to Morrigan's waist. Soteria pulled her closer so that Mor was sitting in Soteria's lap. Bringing their bodies closer, Soteria was trapped, a hostage in Mor's plump, pink lips. No longer in pain, Soteria picked up Mor in her arms, Mor's legs around her waist, and took them into the bedroom she had slept in. 

***

The next morning, Morrigan stayed at the cabin until Soteria woke up. Finally up and about, Morrigan opened the door of the cabin, and there was Rhysand, standing there, his power dampened as he talked with Mor. Soteria could still feel it hurtling itself against her own power, her own shields. Soteria subconsciously pushed back against Rhysand, and his shield faltered for a second. She prodded against his mental shields as she stood behind Mor. He and Morrigan talked business, about The Court of Nightmares and when their next visit would be. Soteria was only half paying attention.