Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,44

her abdomen as she panted hard. “Oh, god!”

Rich, sultry slick perfumed the air as she writhed on the floor in front of me, pulling a growl from my chest at the heady blow to my already barely contained instincts.

Gods, this was fucking torture! For both of us.

“Y-You need to leave,” she whispered from her curled-up position on the floor, resigned to her fate. “We don’t both have to suffer.”

I stared at her for a long moment, instincts warring with reason. If I left, if I waited in the hallway, I could still ensure her safety without this constant onslaught of omega heat. Leaving her to suffer alone.

Magni’s mate, abandoned and in pain, because I was too much of a coward to risk losing control of myself.

“No," I growled, rough but restrained. With a push, I got to my feet, looming over her. “I will tend to you, Annabel.”

Sixteen

Annabel

I stared up at Modi, not fully grasping what he’d said through the haze of pain pulsing through my abdomen in dull waves.

“W-What? You’ll…?”

“There are… ways that do not require me to knot you,” he said, and if I’d been capable of laughing, I would have at the determined set of his jaw. He looked like he was heading into battle.

“Anything,” I whispered. “Anything to make it stop.”

“Strip.” It was a command, his alpha nature rolling off his tongue with that deep rumble.

I obeyed, my hands responding without needing input from my brain. It took longer than it normally would have as I trembled and fumbled with the fabric of my clothes.

He hovered over me, watching me as I slowly removed layer after layer, his face still stern, features carved from granite. He was every inch the stoic, controlled god, even if heat flamed in his blue eyes.

Goosebumps sprawled across every inch of my exposed flesh as I bared myself for him, humiliation mixing with relief at finally feeling the cool air against my skin.

This was nothing like it had been with Magni and Saga. They’d been all-in, wild and untamed in their need to fuck me. It had scared me at the time, but right then, I’d have given anything to have that same feral desire forced on me so I could fight and surrender and know it wasn’t my choice.

Under Modi’s silent gaze, there was no escaping the reality that this was all me. I was the one who’d begged him for relief—I was the kind of woman who’d spread her legs for an alpha who despised me, as long as it quenched this hellish heat.

I was an omega, and no amount of make-believe would change that.

Sweat trickled from my neck, chest, stomach, thighs, and back as I knelt naked in front of the man who’d promised to help me. My breath came in soft pants, the smoldering heat in my abdomen threatening another cramp as I stared at his raw masculinity.

He was exceedingly handsome with clean, angular features and long, red hair, but that wasn’t what had my heat-addled attention. No, it was his body—his big, musclebound torso and his wide thighs promising so much strength it made my pussy weep to think about what it’d be like if he thrust himself inside of me. How good he could make me hurt.

I whimpered, reaching for his jeans, my heat once more sweeping away reason.

Finally he moved. Spurred by my attempts at freeing his cock, he shrugged out of his sweater, tossing it to the floor by my side. It brought with it a delicious scent of alpha, and I was momentarily distracted from my task as I stared up at his bared chest.

God, he was gorgeous. And so very alpha.

Agony seared my abdomen, forcing another rivulet of slick from my throbbing channel. I cried out, bracing myself against Modi’s thighs, blind to anything but the pain.

Modi growled, a rich, delicious sound that somehow eased the pain, yet made my pussy shudder with another pulsing cramp.

Wild, raw need gripped my mind, erasing anything but my desperation for that thick cock pressing against his zipper. It was a mind-numbing relief—I no longer gave a shit that I’d humiliated myself in front of a man who didn’t like me. All that mattered was that he fucked me. Now.

I tore at his jeans, somehow managing to pop the button and jerk the zipper down despite having lost all finer motor skills. A rough tug on the stiff, blue fabric, and finally his cock was free.

I gasped at the sight of it. I still wasn't