Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,75

angry.”

“You dream of Saga?” Bjarni asked.

“No. Grim.” I sighed. “Seeing him the first time in the flesh was such a shock. But these dreams are nothing like the visions I’ve had since… since my magic was awakened.”

“Hmm. I’m no scholar, but once we’ve reunited with my brothers, perhaps you should mention this to Grim. He’s the expert when it comes to magical phenomena. If you’ve dreamed of him since you were a child, he should be interested. Might even give him the ego boost he needs to stop sulking about having to claim you,” he rumbled, amusement blending through his deep voice. “Give it a magical twist. That should warm his cold blood.”

“Perhaps,” I agreed, though the thought caused the lingering anxiety from the nightmare to clutch at my gut. Even non-nightmare Grim wasn’t the most approachable guy to begin with. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to tell him all about how he terrified me in my sleep.

“He’d never harm you, sweetie,” Bjarni assured me, undoubtedly in response to the flicker of unease in our bond. With a deep sigh he sat back up again, easing my head into the bend of Modi’s arm as he did.

“Right. I guess someone should go keep watch, and that useless mate of yours doesn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon.” Despite the bite in his words, there was no venom in them. “Your pussy’s dangerous for a man’s constitution, woman. There isn’t much in the world that can bring two gods to their knees as efficiently as that sweet little snatch.”

I huffed at his crudeness, but didn’t deign to answer. It wasn’t like I’d be running around doing cartwheels after last night.

Bjarni chuckled and patted my head before he slipped out from underneath the covers. “Sleep well, my little mate.”

I didn’t. Even with the heat from Modi’s naked body wrapped around my back, the lack of Bjarni sandwiching me from the other side meant my teeth were clattering for most of the night.

When the darkness in the tent finally shifted to dull gray, I gave up and tried to wrestle free of Modi’s grasp—something that proved pretty difficult.

“Stay,” the redhead mumbled, tightening his arms around me.

“Modi, I need to pee,” I protested, squirming uselessly against him. “Let go.”

He didn’t answer, and when I managed to twist around so I was facing him, it became obvious that he was still fast asleep.

“Modi,” I hissed, pushing at his pecs—the only movement I could manage, trapped as I was. “Modi!”

A rumbling grunt passed his full lips, one of his arms loosening its grip on me, and I thought I’d managed to wake him. Until that same hand traveled down to my ass and around, its goal becoming crystal clear the next second.

I jolted when he brushed against my pussy, fingers rubbing leisurely against my labia until they connected with my clit.

“Nope! No, absolutely not!” I squirmed harder, crossing my legs tightly. There was exactly no chance I was letting my horny octopus of a mate molest me while I was freezing my tits off in the middle of what had to be approaching zero degrees—and especially not with how sore I already was from his and Bjarni’s joined efforts over the past few days.

And dammit, I really did have to pee!

My refusal was not received well. Modi’s sleepy grunt turned to a threatening growl, his knee moving up to force my legs apart so he could continue his questing, still asleep.

“Dammit!” I growled when his cock swelled against me, jutting up against my labia in search of entry. “Why are all you alphas such rapey bastards, even in your sleep?”

Modi rumbled a soothing noise, his subconscious probably picking up on my reluctance, and slid his hand from my clit to my thigh, lining himself up.

I did the only thing I could think of to stop him, save from calling out to Bjarni—and to be frank, after last night I wasn’t entirely sure which of us my blond mate would help in this particular situation—I reached down and grabbed his cock, diverting its trajectory.

Modi jolted hard, his eyes flying open with a hiss of expelled breath.

“Hel’s tits!” He quickly released his grip on my body so he could wrest my hands free from his member. “Your fingers are pure ice!”

I let out a disbelieving snort. “Don’t try and mount me in your sleep and maybe I won’t have to ice your dick.”

He frowned, eyes darting down our entangled bodies as if he hadn’t picked up