Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,74

them both, an echo of the powerful magic that allowed us to take down Loki hummed in the bonds that tied us, a reminder that I wasn’t a whole being—but right then, it didn’t matter.

“Yes!”

Modi fucked me with rough, harsh thrusts, nothing like how Bjarni had taken me. He was all aggression, lust, and frustration, no tender love or whispered reassurances, and if it hadn’t been for Bjarni’s unwavering presence behind me, my aching heart would have broken at the sharp contrast.

But as Modi took possession of my pussy, Bjarni was right there with us, his breath coming hard and fast behind me as he jerked his cock against my thigh, his promise that he’d help me find peace fresh in my mind, allowing me to focus on nothing but the pleasure of being fucked like the omega I was in the very depths of my DNA.

When Modi’s knot tied us, his movements shortening to grind on my G-spot, I let my climax wash away everything but the pure, blinding sensation of completion.

Heat filled my womb and painted my ass and thigh, grunts of alpha pleasure filling my world. Darkness swarmed, my consciousness fleeting as my muscles released and I floated away in the knowledge that, at least for a little while, nothing evil would touch me. I was safe with them.

My mates.

Twenty-Seven

Annabel

Darkness gave way to gray light, allowing shadows to flicker into shapes of jagged rocks and a rough sea past an unfriendly beach. A battered rowboat tethered to an outcrop by a frayed rope only narrowly avoided the greedy waves crashing where land met sea.

A sense of urgency pushed me across the stony beach, stumbling for every step. That boat was my only hope!

Power knocked against my back, sending me forward with a scream. My knees knocked into jagged rocks, pain lancing through my kneecaps and palms, skin splitting. I bit my lip to try and contain the agony, focusing on the rowing boat once more. Crawling on bleeding hands and knees, I pushed forward, knowing I had to get to it. Had to.

Another wave of power, this time grabbing me around the waist, flipped me to my back, pressing me into the ground until I was pinned, immobile.

Above me a man with hair like powdered charcoal strode forward until he stopped by my feet. His pitch-black locks hid his features for a moment, but it didn’t matter. I’d seen him a hundred times before, exactly like this.

He lifted his head, the long hair hiding his face whipping back, revealing ice-pale skin and mismatched eyes wild with fury.

Grim’s face was drawn up in rage, teeth bared as he snarled, “There’s no point in fighting me. You’re already dead.”

Adrenaline spiked my heart-rate from the dead of sleep, propelling me up like a spring-assisted knife. I gasped for air as the darkness around me washed away the memory of the bleak beach, leaving only a woolen vision of Grim’s furious face.

“Annabel?” My name rumbled from the darkness, two voices pulling me further into reality. Thickly muscled arms closed around my midriff as a hand clasped my shoulder, both making me aware of how chilled the air was in the small enclosure I’d woken up in.

Modi and Bjarni.

My stuttering heart eased its frantic pace the second my brain caught up. I was with two of my mates. I was safe.

“Sorry,” I groaned, rubbing my face with both hands. “It was just a nightmare. Sorry.”

“You sure? Not a vision?” Bjarni rumbled. His arms around me constricted for a moment.

I cracked a half-smile and patted his thigh on top of the furs, grateful despite myself for his ironclad belief in my newly found powers. “Yeah. I… I’ve had this one since I was a kid. Go back to sleep. Both of you.”

Modi grunted behind me and slid one hand down my side, the gesture sweetly calming even if Bjarni was the one to pull me back down with him, nestling my head on his chest.

Modi was asleep again moments later, his deep breaths warm against the back of my skull, arm loose around my waist.

“Tell me about this nightmare,” Bjarni rumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

“There’s not much to tell,” I murmured, frowning as I tried to recall the details. Only Grim’s face and that horrid sense of urgency lingered. Distractedly, I drew my fingers through his soft chest hair, pulling a hum of pleasure from the alpha in response. “I can never remember the details. Just your brother’s face. He’s always so…