Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,112

last of his essence from his still-throbbing cock did my senses come back to the room—and the alphas still hungry for their taste of me.

Warm hands stroked up my back, soft lips framed by a scruffy beard kissing my shoulder and teasing at one of my claiming marks. Bjarni.

I hummed and leaned my head back against him, letting him catch my lips in a hungry kiss. His hands slid from my back to my breasts, wedging between Magni and me.

Modi knelt behind Magni, his hands slipping between our hips. I jerked when he flicked my clit, making Magni hiss as I clenched around him.

“You keep doing that, my knot’s staying inside of her for the next hour,” Magni moaned. He shifted his hips demonstratively, rubbing my G-spot with his hard knot tied in my still-trembling channel, making me mewl.

“Do not make me do what you did to the Jotunn, brother,” Modi growled.

“Just… give it time,” I gasped, wincing when Magni shifted again. “Come. Let me… Let me help you.”

“You just wanna pump our cocks, don’t you?” Bjarni purred in my ear. He shifted to my right, grabbing my hand from Magni’s shoulder and brought it to his throbbing member.

Obediently I wrapped my fingers around it and gave him a slow stroke all the way from the base to tip that had him hissing with pleasure. Immediately, another thick cock was pushed into my other hand. Modi moaned brokenly when I gave him a stroke in rhythm with Bjarni, wrapping an arm around my body and pulling me into him and away from Magni.

Magni growled, but it was somewhat unconvincing. “Careful. So long as she’s stuck on my knot, she’s mine.”

Saga snorted. “I’d be careful with such statements. I hear a finger up the ass can settle a knot down right quick.”

Magni shot him a death glare.

“Dunno about your brother, but I’m getting closer to giving it a go than I’d ever thought I would. Fuck!” Bjarni rumbled, his breath expelling in a burst when I rubbed my thumb over his swollen head, smearing the ample pre-cum pearling there.

“Just… give me a couple of minutes,” Magni gasped. He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and wound his arms loosely around my midsection, breathing deeply.

I kept up a steady pace for Modi and Bjarni, massaging their cocks as well as I could with only one hand for each. The scent of sex was thick in my nostrils, and the feel of them in my hands and their low growls of desire forced my exhausted body to heat once more.

Magni groaned when my pussy trembled around him with awakening desire. “You’re killing me, pet,” he rasped. “Every time you tighten that slick cunt on me, you’re adding minutes to my knot. Keep it up and I’ll need to fuck you again before I let them have you.”

“You do that, it won’t just be my finger that goes up your asshole,” Bjarni growled.

“I am with the Jotunn on this one, brother,” Modi said, swallowing a groan as my thumb rubbed at his frenulum. “I would die for you, but if you do not pop that knot out of her in the next two minutes, you are getting a bolt of lightning where no one wants a zap.”

Magni barked a half-laugh, half-growl. “Bunch of fucking pricks,” he mumbled against my skin. “This is what you do to us, pet—turning brother against brother just for a taste of your cunt.”

With another groan he pulled his hips back as far as he could go, making me whimper at the aching stretch of his knot battling my trembling channel. He reached between us and grabbed the bottom of his cock barely sticking out of me, squeezing it hard.

We both growled through it, the sensation less than pleasant—but it worked. After a few moments, he jerked his hips back again, this time managing to force his still semi-hard knot free with a wet pop.

“Shit, ow!” I released Bjarni’s cock to smack Magni’s chest.

“Blame them, pet. I would have happily stayed until it went down on its own,” Magni panted, diving in for a stolen kiss before he dodged my next attempt to swipe at him, rolling up on his knees by my side.

Modi and Bjarni moved at once, but I still had a grip on Modi’s cock, so Bjarni managed to claim the spot between my thighs. He shot Modi a devilish smirk. “Too slow.”

“I’m not a fucking amusement ride,” I growled. My pussy still ached from Magni. I