Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,16
softly, pressing my hand against her cheek until she tilted her head to rest against my touch. It made my skin prickle—such a tiny submission, yet such a big step for the little omega who’d been bonded twice against her will. “But if you ask me for this, I will bring you pleasure. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Are you serious? You’re going to screw your own brother’s omega?” Modi spat. “Even for a Jotunn, that’s repugnant.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at him over my shoulder. “She will be mine as well soon enough. But until then, she still needs tending. If this is what she asks, this is what I’ll provide. You can throw a tantrum about what needs to happen if you like, but it is happening. She’s staying with us, she’s helping us find Loki—and for that to happen, she needs her magic to work properly.
"Stay and watch if you need the pointers, or go kick rocks—I don’t care—but either way, stuff a sock in it. Your yapping could wilt even the hardest of dicks.”
Modi opened his mouth, rosy splotches of anger coloring his cheeks as he gaped at me. I halfway expected him to jump me, and I tensed my muscles in preparation, but instead he just glared, eyes like the darkest of thunderclouds.
“Screw the human whore if you so desire,” he gritted. “If Magni is happy to share her with your brother, why not you too? Why not the rest of Jotunheim? But if she hasn’t gotten her magic back once your knot’s tied in her simpering cunt, I’m going back for Trud with or without you.”
I shook my head as he stomped out of the great hall. Whether it was pride or sheer arrogance that had him acting such a fool, I wasn’t sure, but his loss was my gain.
“I’m not doing this for pleasure! Why doesn’t he understand?”
Annabel’s growl made my focus return to her, just in time to see her wipe a few tears off her cheeks. She’d let go of my arm and folded hers around her midriff in a protective gesture.
“Sweetie.” I cupped her face between both hands, bringing her chocolate gaze up to mine. “He’s an Asa prick, and he doesn’t get it. It doesn’t matter. I’m here, and I’ll take care of you. Always.”
“I’m not a whore.”
I smiled. She sounded so petulant it was almost sweet. “I’m aware.”
“I’m only doing what I have to so we can save them,” she insisted.
“I know. You don’t have to convince me, Annabel. I understand. You were Fated to me a thousand years ago—I’ve waited many lifetimes for you. Modi doesn’t get it, but you don’t need him. You have me.”
I leaned forward from my kneeling position and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “Now let me help you, hmm?”
She stared at me for a long moment, her dark eyes searching mine. Then she closed them and nodded.
“Okay.”
It was only a whisper, but it sent a shiver of exhilaration through my body. I’d fantasized a lot about fucking Annabel since she came of age and her parents sent us a picture of her, sometimes even trying to imagine what it’d be like to be with my Fated mate while bedding some local girl back in Iceland.
But then she’d finally come, it had finally been time to take her—and that prick Magni had gotten in the way.
She should have been mine already, should have been familiar with my touch and not trembled as I slid my hands from her face down to her shoulders to caress her arms. She was scared, I realized. Only sheer determination kept her still for me.
It hurt my heart to know my mate-to-be feared our physical union—but it also awakened the hunter in me. I might not be able to put a claiming mark on her tender neck this time, but when we were done, she would be mine in every other sense of the word.
“I’m never going to hurt you,” I whispered as I leaned in to brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “Sweet Annabel. So delicate. So terrified. And yet every inch as strong as dwarven steel.”
I flicked her lobe with my tongue and trailed lower to bury my teeth in the side of her neck, wrapping one arm around her to quell any chance she might jerk away.
Annabelle expelled a trembling breath, her body stiff in my grip—but she didn’t try to move away. I