Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,109

the space between us. Nothing felt like this—like being one with him. It was physical, and it was emotional, our bond humming with completion we’d never experience when we weren’t locked together in flesh.

“I will never want anything more than this,” Saga whispered.

His first thrust made me bite back down on his shoulder, my fingers grasping for purchase against his back. He filled me so perfectly, forced my pussy so wonderfully wide, and I could do nothing but lay underneath him and take it.

He was right, in some ways. I would have his heart and his undivided devotion for the rest of eternity—but when we had sex, I would always be the one to surrender. He was alpha through and through, they all were, and I—Norn-blessed, fated to save the world, wielding magic so powerful I still didn’t fully understand the extent of it—underneath them, I was only their omega. Born to submit.

He fucked me in long, hard thrusts, his breath harsh in my ear as he showed me his full power. I clung to him, clawed at his back and bit his shoulder from the intensity of taking him, and wound my legs around his to press myself up for more.

When my body started its climb toward my second peak, Saga thrust his hand down between us, finding my clit with experienced ease. I jerked at the contact and screamed into his shoulder when he began flicking the little bud hard and fast.

He grunted in my ear and pounded my pussy until my body bowed up and I flung my head back and came.

Saga clamped his hand not busy on my clit over my mouth, but not before my howl of pleasure burst out into the quiet room. A howl that swiftly turned to protest when the base of his already thick cock swelled, tormenting my sheath as he forced his growing knot in and out of my opening a few times before finally seating it behind my pelvic bone, right up against my G-spot.

I gritted my teeth and breathed through the hard expanse, shuddering as the pressure of his knot forced my climax to roll through my body in continual waves. There’d been a time when I’d hated everything about getting knotted, but now… It still hurt, it was still so forceful, but my body had gotten accustomed to the violent stretch. Where before I’d hated being forced to be so vulnerable and had found the experience humiliating, now it was something else. A proof of how deeply I trusted this man, how completely I surrendered myself to him.

Saga held me so perfectly tight to his hulking body while we both came, murmuring a mixture of filthy words and sweet confessions of love as he emptied himself inside of me. Only when we both had no more left to give did he release my mouth with his hand to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

Breathing a happy sigh, I nuzzled against the side of his neck and relaxed into the mattress, fully planning on dozing off underneath him while he waited for his knot to ease.

“I distinctly remember us all agreeing not to disturb our mate until morning,” a tart voice said from the darkness somewhere beyond Saga’s embrace.

Bjarni.

“That’s funny—so do I. In fact, I do believe he was the one to suggest it,” Magni joined in.

I looked to my left, and past the bulky shape of Saga’s arm caught sight of the outline of four male figures either sitting upright or standing. One of them—from the outline of his hair, I guessed Grim—moved away from the others and toward the door, followed by the sound of it opening and closing.

Saga smirked down at me. “Oh, sweetling. You’ve gone and woken them now. I did warn you what would happen if you didn’t keep quiet while you milked my cock.”

I grimaced, turning my focus to the three others. “Sorry.”

Modi snorted. “It did not sound like you were too sorry just a moment ago.”

“It didn’t, did it?” There was a distinctly predatory note to Magni’s voice. He got to his feet in a smooth movement, prowling closer to loom over the bed. “Looks like we were foolish to expect this little minx to need a full night’s sleep before she gets her pretty cunt filled. Weren’t we, pet?”

I groaned and hid my face in Saga’s shoulder. “No, not foolish at all. I’m shattered, really, I am—”

Magni bent farther down over the bed, his fingers finding where Saga and