Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,108

have done the same, had I been the one who had to put distance between us.”

“Yeah. You would have. Every one of you,” I said, pressing my cheek to his. “There was no other choice. You would do anything to ensure my survival. I understand that now.”

He hummed a small noise of agreement. “There is nothing I won’t give for you, Annabel. Nothing.”

I bit my lip, remembering Loki’s judgement. “Your father…”

“He will find a way out,” he said, a faint brush of pain touching his voice. “And if not, Bjarni told us what happened. I was… not too surprised. Our father has all days cared more about his own skin than ours. So, should he not manage to free himself, I am at peace with that. He would sacrifice us for his own life, and you—you are my family now. You and your mates.”

“I’m going to help him,” I said softly.

He pulled back, lifting up on one elbow. I felt his eyes scrutinize me, but he remained silent.

“He saved our lives. Nidhug would have killed us without him. So… I am going to repay him the favor. I have to.”

“How?”

It was a simple question, but I had no answer. Instead, I brushed my fingertips through his soft hair to his jaw, pulling him back down for a kiss.

“I’ll find a way,” I murmured against his lips. “Tomorrow.”

“Don’t risk your life for his,” Saga said, his exhale hot against mine. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” I said. “That would defeat the entire purpose of these past three weeks.”

“It would,” he agreed. And then he swallowed my breath in a searing kiss.

I spread my thighs again, but this time instead of using his hand to pleasure me, he broke free from our kiss to move down my body, nipping and licking my skin as he descended.

I gasped into the darkness when he captured first one nipple and then the other, sucking them both until they were stiff and aching. Then he delved lower, and I had to bite the back of my hand to keep myself quiet.

Saga placed teasing kisses on my vulva, trailing down to my inner thighs where he nipped and sucked until I wound my fingers through his long hair and pulled him up where I needed him.

His tongue flicked right over the tip of my clit peeking out from its hood, and my breath exploded out in a hiss of sensation, my thighs clamping shut around Saga’s head on instinct.

He chuckled and grabbed my thighs, forcing them wide. And then, he descended on me like a starved man.

It took everything I had to hold back my moans and whimpers as Saga devoured my pussy, thrusting his tongue up inside of me and sucking my clit until it hurt. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, he eased up on the stimulation, gently licking in circles around it until I stopped trying to shove him away—only to suck it back into his mouth the next second.

I came in a violent torrent of sensation exploding through my pelvis and into my brain. If Saga hadn’t released one thigh to press a hand against my mouth, my scream would have ripped through the room as I bucked and writhed, lost to the waves of pleasure.

While I was still coming down from my orgasm, Saga sat up on his knees between my thighs. He wiped his mouth with one hand, then ranged over me and brushed his lips over mine—gently until my addled brain came back from orbit, then deeply.

I tasted myself on his lips, tangy and rich, and hummed in appreciation as I stroked down his back, enjoying the ripple of his muscles.

“You feel like battle and victory,” he rasped, pulling back a little to look down at me again. Though I couldn’t make out his eyes, I felt the burning intensity in them as he drank me In. “You’re the one who conquered me. You won my heart, my devotion… my unending loyalty.”

He reached between us, and I hissed a breath in when the thick head of his cock nudged between my splayed labia, finding my slickened entrance.

“But when I’m inside you—you yield to me.”

With that he pushed in, seating his cock in its entirety in my core.

I whimpered and bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, the stretch of taking him bringing that now familiar mix of pleasure and pain I’d learned to love.

Once I was fully hilted, he paused, our breaths coming in equally harsh pants, mingling in