Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,20

her core. I peppered her lips, cheeks, and jaw with kisses, gasping encouragements into her ears for every roll of my hips, squeezing my eyes shut to the blinding flashes of pure bliss rocking through me every time I bottomed out in her.

Soon she reached for my face, pulling me down to return my kisses. Her legs wound around mine, heels digging into my hamstrings as she urged me deeper. Her moans spilled liberally from her lips, nothing but pleasure echoing in them now, and I wanted nothing more than to keep hearing them forever. But the tension low in my shaft spoke of the impending end to this, my first union with the woman who would be mine.

I groaned in protest and tried to hold it back, but it was no use. Annabel's slick sounds, mewls, and whimpers and that unending, tight squeeze sent me hurling toward the edge, and there was nothing I or any known deity could do to stop it.

Cursing, I thrust a hand between our bodies, finding Annabel’s clit with my thumb. I pressed in and rubbed—and Annabel lost it.

She screamed, pushing herself up against me, clutching onto me as if I was the only thing that kept her tethered to this world.

The flutter of muscles clasping me tight as she came for me was my final undoing.

Blackness took my vision as pleasure unlike anything that should have existed gripped me by the throat. I ceased to exist in that moment, and all that was left of what I’d once been was raw nerves and the unwavering knowledge that this was it.

She was it.

My Annabel.

She cried out underneath me, weakly pawing at me again as my knot molded her trembling flesh, forcing her to stretch and open as it hooked behind her pelvic bone. It hurt her, I hurt her, and I was so sorry to cause her pain and yet not sorry at all. Because this? This was how we were meant to be. Tied together in flesh, tied together in soul.

Mindlessly I buried my mouth in her neck, desperate to complete our bond and mark her as mine for all to see. But as my teeth dug into her skin, I knew it was wrong. It wasn't the right time. I needed her heat to truly make her mine.

“Shit! Fuck!” I snarled, smacking my free hand against the stone floor. “Godsdamnit!”

She whimpered underneath me, hazy eyes darting to my face. Fear shone through, her instincts flaring at the presence of an angry alpha while she was at her most vulnerable, and I instantly tampered down my disappointment.

“Shh, shh, you’re all right,” I crooned, slipping my arm underneath her so I could roll us over and ensuring she could lay on me instead of the hard floor.

She winced and whined at the movement, and I swallowed a groan as it caused my knot to tug on our tie, pressing in harder against her clit until she shuddered in climax once more.

“No more,” she rasped once her pussy’s hard spasms on my knot eased again. “Please. No more.”

I kissed her brow and released her nub of nerves, moving my hand to her round ass instead.

“I wish you’d been the one to claim me first,” she whispered, her voice hollow. It wasn’t a compliment. It was pain. Longing.

It was harder than I’d thought it would be to force a purr from my chest, but I did it. For her.

The girl who should’ve been mine.

Eight

Annabel

I meant it.

I wished Bjarni had been the one to claim me—the only one. And the thought wracked me with guilt and tore at my chest where my bonds to Magni and Saga were linked.

I loved them. Stars help me, I did. But it wasn’t love alone. It was fear and anguish and fury as well, and everything in between, and I resented them for how they’d forced their claim on me even if I understood why. Even if I could forgive them, because Fate had fucked us all over, and I’d do anything to save my family too. I was doing everything to save them.

But Bjarni…

I lifted my head to look up at his bearded face. His eyes were closed, the arm not wrapped securely around my back resting against his forehead while he purred to comfort me. He was… so much simpler. Kinder.

He was still every inch an alpha, and he’d been rough when he took me, but there’d been so much consideration in his touches too, so much gentleness and