Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,114

me. He was so big. They all were, but Bjarni had an extra maybe quarter inch of girth, and I felt it all the way through my core.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Wrung out and aching from too much sex, and you still crave my dick. My knot. Let’s show them how much of a woman you are. How much more you can take.” With that, he wound one hand in my long hair and pulled me up on all four, holding me steady for his first thrust.

I grimaced at the pull on my roots mingling with the delicious ache of taking his cock, then moaned when he thrust in harder the second time.

Bjarni didn’t stay gentle for long. Within five thrusts of his powerful hips, I was keening every time I was forced to take his pummeling cock, my pussy protesting with wet, rapid smacks. He rode me hard, keeping me locked in place to take his assault by the grip on my hair, pushing me toward a rapidly approaching climax.

“Come for me, Annabel,” he growled, fucking me harder and faster still. “Come, or I’m gonna put your clit through so much worse than he did, I swear it!”

I whimpered something between a plea and a cry of excitement. I’d long since given up on trying to understand why lewd threats and humiliating submission got me so fucking good, and all I cared about at that moment was the roughness of his cock and the complete ecstasy of being taken.

My orgasm came from the very roots of my pelvis, forced forward by the brutality of his invasion. It rolled through my body like a thunderstorm, making me flex my hip and cry out his name as my pussy clamped tight on his girth before overworked muscles erupted in hard spasms, milking him.

Bjarni moaned a broken curse and froze with one hand still wound tight in my hair, the other locked on my breast and his pelvis pressed tight up against my ass. His knot barely hurt, swelling right into a perfect tie up against my G-spot before he spilled himself deep in my womb. Every pulse of his cock forced his knot harder against my frontal wall, and I spasmed with every one of them, the sensation prolonging my orgasm with aftershocks.

Halfway through, I had no more strength left. My arms gave up and I collapsed into the furs. Mercifully Bjarni followed me down, saving my poor pussy from getting yanked on his knot. He covered me fully with his big body, encapsulating me in an embrace that had my worn body relaxing.

“I love you,” he murmured in my ear. A kiss followed. And another. “Always. Always.”

“Love you too.” It was barely a whisper, I was that wiped out from the sex, but I felt the tremor of tenderness in our bond keenly.

“Poor Annabel,” he chuckled, nuzzling at the back of my head. “Don’t worry—we’ll work on your stamina.”

“Prick,” I groaned, earning me another chuckle.

“Move.” The dark snarl reverberated from somewhere on the other side of my cocoon, completely devoid of the playfulness that had been between my alphas up until now. “Right. Now.”

Through the pleasured hum of my three sated bonds, one still twanged with desire and need—Modi.

Bjarni shifted above me, and a sigh rushed through his wide chest. “I’m way too relaxed to fight you,” he said. “And way too stuck. Guess you can zap me if you must, but keep your paws away from my ass.”

The next second, he jerked violently on top of me, slapping his palm down hard next to my head as he growled a curse. The knot lodged inside of me shrank, allowing him to pull from me with a grumble.

Saga barked a laugh. “Not sure you chose right there, brother.”

“I’ll remember your preference for next time, brother,” Bjarni bit, his tone wholly less calm now. He gave me a final stroke up my thigh before he moved away, leaving me splayed on my stomach on the furs.

I knew what had to happen. Even if Modi hadn’t been past all pretenses of control, there was no way I could deny him after allowing my other three mates to take me. Our understanding was still too tender, the ache in our bond still in fresh recollection, and so instead of curling up into a fetal position and pleading for mercy for my oversexed pussy, I looked over my shoulder through the mess of my hair for my fourth mate.

He was already towering