what we’d done. “Modi, pull out. You don’t—you don’t have to do this. We can—”
My voice drowned in a roar so furious it raised every single hair on my body.
“Never!” It was a snarl so primal I didn’t even recognize his voice. Whatever had kept him still, my attempt to stop him broke it in two.
Harshly he snapped his hips, barreling through my trembling depths with punishing strength.
“I will never—”
Another thrust that had me gripping at the sheets and gritting my teeth.
“Ever—”
And another.
“Stop! Your cunt is mine, omega. Mine!”
With that, he found his rhythm. He pistoned in and out of my clinging sheath, his hips drumming against my upturned ass, making my pussy sing with syrupy smacks.
I screamed underneath him, every thought fleeing my mind as hormone-addled madness descended in full.
Nothing mattered but his thick cock. Nothing mattered but him.
I chanted his name and heard mine growled in response. His hands were everywhere, stroking, rubbing, fueling the fires in my blood like his cock fueled my orgasms.
He pulled me up to sit on his thighs and clutched my body to his so he could grope my breasts and rub my clit.
He pulled me to the end of the bed and fucked me with my ass hanging over the edge.
He kissed my shoulders and bit my neck and all the while, he cried out my name as if it were a prayer.
I was too exhausted to move and bordering on unconsciousness when he gave me my final climax.
My pussy spasmed weakly on his pumping cock, drawing a cry from my dry throat as pleasure washed over me in a blessed wave of relief. The pain of too much penetration faded into the background as Modi’s moan of completion rang through the room.
He clamped his strong hands down on my hips, keeping me in place, and then… then came the stretch.
I whimpered in protest, but was too weak to even try to escape—not that Modi would have let me.
He forced his knot through my straining labia with a growl that vibrated into my bones, making my pelvis yawn wide before it snapped into place, tying us together. Warmth flooded my cervix and he moaned again, rocking gently as his seed bathed my battered pussy.
I panted hard, too exhausted to climax again despite how his knot ground on my G-spot and filled me painfully, perfectly right.
Modi wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tight while his orgasm shuddered through us both. “Anna. Anna,” he moaned into my ear, the wonder in his sex-roughened voice so very different from how he’d spoken to me before.
I closed my eyes, too exhausted to think about it. Too exhausted to do anything but breathe as the alpha filled me with his essence.
I’d almost lost the battle against unconsciousness when Modi closed his teeth around the back of my neck and bit down, breaking the skin.
I shrieked, my eyes flying open at the pain, shock following like a wash of acid.
“Modi! Modi! What are you doing?!”
But I knew what he was doing. I felt it deep in my bones and in the core of my being when Modi, son of Thor, brother of Magni, claimed me for his own.
Seventeen
Bjarni
I was pretty sure I was walking in circles.
“Can’t you just take the direct route? We don’t have time for this,” I growled at Arni, who was perched on a branch ahead of me.
“Your father gives instructions. I follow,” he squawked. “This is the route we must take if you wish for an audience.”
“An audience,” I spat. “I’m his son. Why is he making this so difficult? He must know things are dire if I am here to see him.”
“He doesn’t trust your companions. And he is displeased that you failed him,” Arni said, flapping his wings and then taking off so he could land on my shoulder. He thumped against my coat, scrambling to not fall off, not nearly as elegant as he normally flew.
“Failed him?” I asked, gobsmacked. “How? We procured the omega and she is going to stop Ragnarök! What the fuck else does he expect?”
“You let Thor’s bastard claim her, compromising your father’s plans,” Arni said, nibbling at my earlobe when I growled a curse.
“If my father has an issue with how things are getting done, maybe he needs to start doing things for himself!” I glared at the bird on my shoulder. “I thought you were our messenger. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
Arni gave me a measured look. “Have you tried