through, thanks to the clamp of Annabel’s pussy. “Fine. But I’ll take the lightning. Keep your fingers out of my asshole.”
Modi didn’t respond—he just knelt behind the pair and reached forward. Lightning flashed, and Magni jerked hard and spat out a string of curses. Another flash of lightning had him howling and rolling off Annabel. When he glared at his brother, there was murder in his eyes, but Modi paid him no mind. He sank down on top of our prone mate with a shudder.
“Anna,” he murmured, lifting one of her legs over his hips to ease her onto his cock. She gasped at the immediate penetration, but Modi was gentler than the rest of us had been. He pushed into her inch by slow inch, rubbing small circles on her clit with his free hand to ease the sensation of his entry. Only when he was fully seated within her did he leave her sensitive bud to reach for her face instead.
“I waited a lifetime for you, my mate. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“I won’t,” she said, pushing her chin into his palm, eyes closed. “Never again.”
Modi’s pain came slower to us than Magni’s. He was hesitant, but he didn’t fight it in the end. There was such shame in his relationship to his family—in his love for a mother who had hated his brother, and his worship of a father who might not have deserved it.
But the deepest scar for Modi was still fresh and pink and smarting at the edges. He hadn’t thought Annabel loved him—still found it hard to truly believe, even though he himself had fully surrendered to the Fate that had been woven for him. He saw himself as an outsider in our little group—someone expendable.
Annabel’s essence flared as that particular thought filtered through. Fury filled our bond—fury and a love so intense it made Modi’s hips stutter mid-thrust.
“You still believe this nonsense?” she growled. “How can you still think such things? You are mine, Modi. Mine.”
She pushed at his shoulders, and he let her roll them over, leaving Annabel on top. She straightened her back, placed her palms flat on his pecs, and stared down at him.
“What will it take for you to hear me, mate?” she asked. “Just the thought of you gone, of our connection permanently silenced… It makes me want to die. You are not expendable. You are mine.”
With that last, growled word, Annabel rolled her hips, letting her pussy rise along the proud column of his flesh embedded within her. Her lower lips clung to him, showing the rim of his head bulging through the thin flesh before she sank back down with a moan.
“Mine!” she repeated. She dug her nails into his chest, but Modi seemed too far gone to feel it. His eyes were half-hooded and filled with worship and desire, and though we all felt his simmering alpha instincts fighting against letting his female put him in such a submissive position, he let her ride.
Annabel loved it. It may have started as an urge to show her troubled mate that she wanted him, but there was no hiding the rush of elation weaving through our bond. She moaned shamelessly as she rode him—a wild warrior queen taking what she wanted from the men who worshipped her.
A goddess.
The word flickered through my mind and settled in my chest as I watched her rise and fall on that thick cock, and I doubted even Freya could have mastered five alphas the way our mate did now.
Her pussy still clung tightly to Modi’s hard flesh, though the shine on the rigid pole left the unmistakable proof that our mate was an omega and built to take us. All of us.
My own cock throbbed painfully at the sight of their joining, more than eager to return to those hallowed depths, and I gritted my teeth to resist the building urgency in my abdomen. Even if I somehow managed to hold back until Modi was done, it would come to a fight if I tried to have her again before Bjarni took his turn to reunite with her.
I was halfway through planning how to overpower my battle-hardened brother and somehow keep him restrained while I took Annabel again when my mate let out a particularly deep moan, and a memory struck me. I’d seen her straddling a man once before. In Freya’s Hall, she’d been astride Magni when Bjarni and I arrived—but she hadn’t been alone.
I narrowed my eyes as my