Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,17

took it as encouragement.

Soft kisses along her jawline made her breathe faster, and when I finally reached her lips, they were swollen and ripe for me.

I tested her with a gentle kiss first, unable to hold back a groan of desire as my cock rose hard and fast between my thighs. Gods, I’d ached for her since her scent first wafted through our farm back home. Sweet, deep, lush—and it’d only strengthened since she’d gotten mated and her biology finally fully succumbed to its true nature.

“I’m gonna make you ache so deliciously,” I rasped before deepening our kiss, slipping my tongue in between her lips when she sucked in a startled little breath. Warm, wet heat enveloped me, short-circuiting any and all connection to my brain. She filled my senses, drowning me in scent, touch, taste, and I lost myself.

I kissed her with every ounce of pent-up longing, pushing her onto her back with my much bigger body. The soft press of her shape against me made me growl, every cell throbbing as if on fire. The heat from where her thighs were spread around my hips made me gasp and rip at her leather armor, mindless to finally sink inside of her. My omega.

Fuck, yes.

She pawed at me as I pulled her pants down her thighs with a harsh tug, fueling the raging need in my blood for every bite of her blunt nails. She needed me as much as I needed her, needed to stretch for my big cock and cry out as I pounded her wet little cunt until she accepted me as her alpha, until she—

“Fucking ow!” I pulled back, releasing Annabel’s leather pants to bring a hand to my bleeding lip. She bit me!

Hot, dark fury rose along my spine, blackness tinging at the edges of my vision. Every alpha instinct embedded in my DNA thundered to flip the feisty omega over and force her into submission. She thought she could bite me? Hurt me?

“Bjarni.” It was a broken whisper filled with dread. “Please. Please don’t. Not like this.”

Something twisted in my chest at that sound—at her pleas.

The darkness faded from my vision, and I saw her spread out underneath me, dark hair fanning on the cold stone floor. Her lips were flushed rosy from my rough kiss, trembling—and not from desire.

She’d experienced forceful mating before. That was how both Saga and Magni had claimed her, and her unwilling submission was forever etched into their bonds. That wasn’t how I wanted us to be. That wasn’t how I was.

I hadn’t expected how harshly—how fully—my alpha instincts would kick in with her.

I raised up on my elbows, allowing for some space between our bodies even if my skin ached to press against her, and studied her scared face.

“I’m sorry,” I rasped. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. The need… it’s stronger than I expected. You’re longing for them, and this goes against every instinct you’ve got. I understand. I… I’ll control it.”

“No,” she frowned, her hands softening against my shoulders where she’d pushed to get me off. “It doesn’t… It doesn’t feel wrong. To be with you. I just…”

“Don’t want another alpha to force you to submit,” I finished for her, bowing my head to rest it against her own. “Shit, Annabel. You fucking sing to me. But I’ll show you, it doesn’t have to be rough. Not always.”

She moved one hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, cupping it. “I’d like that,” she whispered.

I inhaled deeply, soaking in her gentle embrace, and tried to focus on her hand in my hair instead of her lush thighs bracketing my hips. This woman… How Grim could have any doubt she was ours, I’d never understand. Simply touching her, I felt the ghostly caress of Fate shiver down my spine, mixing with a longing so deep it took my breath away.

It took longer than it should have to withdraw from the hungry claws of my more violent instincts, the urge to flip her to her knees and rut her like a beast tearing at the edges of my resolve for every shuddering breath of her scent that filled my nostrils. Only the knowledge that I wanted to do better for her, be better, allowed me to eventually roll to my back, ensuring she followed so I could shield her from the cold stone with my body.

The weight of her small frame against my chest felt so perfect, like she was made to fit against