Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,113

reached between my legs to rub at my agitated lips and grimaced at the wet mess left there.

“I beg to differ,” Bjarni purred. He leaned in, and when I raised my arms to push him away, he grabbed my wrists and held them against his chest to kiss me. Deeply. When he pulled back, a smirk danced on his soft lips. “Definitely a rollercoaster.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “There speaks a man who wants to get off in his own palm.”

A rumble of laughter echoed around the room. Even Bjarni grinned, but the gleam in his eyes was predatory.

“It’s so cute when you pretend like you have a choice in how much and how hard your pussy gets pounded, sweetie."

“Adorable,” Modi growled from behind me. He slid his hand around my hips, descending on my vulva. I jerked at his touch, but Bjarni kept my wrists trapped and my thighs spread around his hips. Defenseless.

Despite my soreness, something deeply biological made my pussy pulse in response to the complete vulnerability in my position between the two huge alphas.

Modi opened my labia with his left hand. Splitting his fingers apart, he drew them up until he got to my clitoris. It was swollen from arousal and peeking from underneath its protective hood, but Modi pressed the pads of his fingers on each side and pulled up, fully exposing the tender nub.

“There we go,” he purred in my ear before he popped his right thumb and index finger into his mouth, wetting them. Then he brought them down to my throbbing clitoris, closing them firmly around the small stem. A shock of sensation made me jolt and arch back against his chest with a moan.

“Feels good, does it not?” he whispered.

I nodded a breathy agreement, the ache in my channel slowly fading to the background as he rubbed up and down my bundle of nerves, driving pleasure to the forefront of my mind again.

“If you are a good little omega and do not complain when your alphas demand you serve them, then this is how it will always feel, Anna.”

Perhaps if I hadn’t been so out of it from the prolonged stimulation of my entire body, I would have caught on to the dark tone to his voice. But I only breathed a hoarse “uh-huh,” rolling my hips for more of his wonderful touch. The longer he stroked me, the harder it was to push back the promise of the orgasm building in my loins.

“A pity you are such a poorly behaved woman,” he growled, squeezing the very tip of my clit hard enough to make me gasp, my eyes popping open from shock. And then—then came the lightning.

In reality, it was probably a very minor current, but when Modi sent a bold of electricity directly through my clitoris, it felt like my entire world shattered in blinding rapture.

It wasn’t even pain. It was like the raw energy that built every atom of the universe shot right into my pelvis, short-circuiting my nervous system.

I screamed, bowing back hard, my head smacking into Modi’s face, but I couldn’t feel anything except for my clit alive with the very source of life itself. I came hard—at least, it felt like I came, but it could honestly have been seizures. My entire pelvis cramped, my gaping pussy contracting hard and rhythmically as every nerve ending in my body fired.

Modi only released my clit when white dots danced in front of my eyes and I had no more air left to scream.

I sagged in his arms, half-sobbing, half hysterically giggling.

“Any more objections to offering up your pussy?” Bjarni asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

Somehow, I managed to shake my head.

“Good.” He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. Another yank and I was on my knees, ass up and head pressed into the furs. The perfect image of omega submission.

Bjarni slid his hands from my hips to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to reveal my pussy. He pulled my lips open and pressed his thick cockhead to my still-trembling opening, holding it there for a moment. Letting me anticipate the incoming stretch.

When he finally pushed in, it was so slow it was almost gentle.

I breathed through the sensation of the rim of his head popping past my entrance, clutching at the furs underneath me as he drove in smoothly, filling me to the brim.

“Bjarni!” I gasped out his name, whimpering when he hilted, his balls smacking up tight against