Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,18

me. I rumbled a chuckle, earning me a curious glance from Annabel. I couldn’t blame her—seconds ago, I’d been about to maul her.

“I find it amusing—that some Norn weaves two threads together and then here you are, in my arms. My perfect match. In about the worst circumstances imaginable,” I added, lifting my free hand to touch her cheek.

“I’m glad someone finds it funny,” she flatly replied. “I’d personally like to slap that Norn. If she wasn’t so damn scary…”

The last bit she mumbled, pulling another laugh from me. “Don’t go slapping any Norns, you hear?” I drew a finger along her jawline, a small bolt of glee sparking in my still-heated blood when her breath shuddered in response. “If she hurt you, I’d have to kill her. And I also find them fucking terrifying.”

“I didn’t think alphas ever admitted to feeling fear. Especially not the godly kind,” she said, a small smile twitching the corner of her lip. It was fucking adorable, and I pressed a kiss to it, lingering for just a moment.

“Hmm,” I hummed, distracted by the taste of her lips. I wasn’t nearly as good at banter as my brothers on the best of days, and right now, most of my blood supply had relocated south of my navel.

Instead of answering, I drew my hand down along her side, caressing her breast and the curve of her hip before dragging my fingertips back up along the same path.

Her breath hitched again, her body tensing against mine. She was still afraid, but now it was mixed with arousal. Her omega instincts were warring against themselves.

I kissed her again, parting her lips with my own so my tongue could explore the wet cavern of her mouth. Instantly blood thundered in my ears as my instincts roared to take charge, but I kept control this time—mostly. My hand dipped between her legs of its own accord.

She gasped into my mouth, squeezing her thighs around my touch, but I kept my fingers light on her mound, brushing the rough fur there until she relaxed, her focus returning to our kiss.

Gradually I worked my fingertips lower, eventually letting one slip down her cleft. She jerked in response, and I smiled against her lips at the familiar little bulb I grazed. She might be scared, she might miss her mates, she may only have offered her body to bring forth the power we needed to find Loki… but her clit was throbbing, begging for my touch.

“Little omega,” I whispered, finally pulling back from her mouth so I could take in her flushed cheeks and dark eyes. I greedily swallowed every gasp, every tremor on her pretty face as I let my fingertips dance along her little nub, rubbing on the hood covering it and occasionally teasing her with a direct touch to the tender bundle of nerves protruding farther and farther the more I stimulated her.

Soon her hips rocked with my motions, the tension in her body shifting as her nature forced her to chase what I was offering. She squeezed her eyes tight, breath coming in sharp little pants, fingers digging into my shoulder and arm, almost as if she didn’t know if she wanted to push me away or press me closer.

“Please… Please!” she gasped, nails biting into my skin. I pressed in harder, wrapped my free arm tighter around her so she couldn’t escape, and rubbed her rough and fast right where she’d feel it the most.

She shrieked, head flying back and then forward, smacking against my face. I barely noticed the pain when my lip split open, the roar in my veins deafening me to anything but Annabel’s keens as she came hard on my fingers, fighting me every inch of the way.

“Bjarni! Fuck! Goddamn, shit!” Her body arched, tensing so hard she shook as curses flew from her lips. I kept flicking her spasming clit until the tension drained from her muscles and she collapsed back onto my chest, panting for air as if she’d just run ten miles.

“Oh my God,” she murmured drunkenly against my chest.

I knew it wasn’t what she meant. But hearing her call me a god? Her god?

She grunted when I rolled her off my shoulder so she landed on the rough floor, and shrieked when I grabbed the pants caught halfway down her thighs and tugged so roughly she jerked along as I pulled them from her, boots and all, leaving her lower half bared. Finally.

With a growl I had no control