Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,71

more than a few inches, trying to get my urges to purr and pet and cuddle under control.

Bjarni had no such reservations. He broke out in a soft purr of his own, wrapping his arms around her body and rolling them both to their sides so he could embrace the omega without smothering her.

“You’re such a good girl,” he crooned. “My sweetie. My brave mate.”

I frowned. Hearing him call her a "good girl" like I had moments ago prodded at my need to display my rights to her.

It was an odd sensation—I should have been furious at seeing another alpha with my claimed omega, but now that my initial urges to fuck had been sated, anger was not among the emotions battling for dominance. The urge to stake my claim, though? That was very much alive.

He is her mate too.

The realization made me grit my teeth. Whatever fucked-up, twisted bond had been created by multiple alphas claiming the human girl, it soothed what possessive rage should have been in place at seeing my enemy with her. She belonged to both of us.

“Come lay with us,” Annabel murmured, her voice syrupy in the afterglow. She reached for me, such an intimate gesture from a girl who had hated me right up until she needed my dick to calm her heat. “Your angsting is upsetting our bond and I need peace. Just for tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, unsure if she was mouthing off or just genuinely too exhausted to sugarcoat the request. “You seem perfectly content with what comfort Bjarni is providing.”

“Modi,” she sighed, somehow sounding both pleading and exasperated.

“Don’t be such a dick,” Bjarni rumbled, his tone wholly unconcerned as he rolled one of Annabel’s nipples between his fingers. When she swatted at him, he chuckled and nipped at the back of her neck where our dual claims were still healing. “She got you off—least you can offer the lady is a cuddle.”

My narrowed gaze landed on him, and he cracked a smirk at me so provoking I would have socked him if Annabel had not just sucked the anger right out of my dick.

But he had a point. I had taken my pleasure from her and given her none in return, whereas he had clearly provided her with more than one release of her own.

A fizzle of rivalry sparked in me and I slipped down in front of Annabel, sandwiching her between myself and the alpha still tied to her, one arm slung over her midriff to pull her torso toward me.

She chirped a happy little sound that made our bond throb, nuzzling her face against my chest.

I stared down at her messy hair, trying to rein in the swell of possessive emotions bubbling from everywhere we touched. On some level it was a comfort that her instincts clearly screwed her over as much as mine did me, because the Annabel I had come to know was way too hardheaded to ask me for anything unless she was deep in hormonal insanity.

Bjarni’s hand still playing with her breasts grazed against my skin, making my focus dart to him. Gods, it was so fucking easy for him. The lightness in their end of the bond still hummed vaguely through to me. It no longer even bothered him that I had staked a claim on the woman he loved, judging by his easy acceptance of my joining them and his taunt to get me to stay.

“I assume you ensured Loki isn’t going anywhere?” he asked, his voice a quiet rumble as if trying to not disturb Annabel. A quick glance suggested it would take a lot more than a bit of talking to do so—her eyes were closed and her breathing slow and deep. She was moments from sleep.

He'd called him Loki—not his father.

I looked up at him, catching his gaze, and allowed myself a second’s pity for the betrayal he had suffered at the hands of his own blood. I did not know what I would have done in his stead—something violent, no doubt.

Unbidden, Loki’s words whispered through my mind. My own father had not come to help us bring back the God of Mischief, leaving Magni’s fate in my hands.

But it was not the same. Thor had sent me because he knew I could do what was tasked of me.

You could not, though. Not without Annabel’s magic and Bjarni’s strength.

I slammed that door shut before Loki’s poison festered further. All that mattered was that we had succeeded and