Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,90
my every waken thought and connection I had ever had—no idea how tightly I was bound to her.
Because she did not feel the same. Her innermost was split between four alphas, and I… I was the one she would have chosen to deny, had Fate let her.
Rage descended on me, a scalding counterpoint to the frosty mist clinging to my skin. I snarled, only losing myself further to the embrace of violence when she shrank back in the face of my anger.
“You think I will hurt you, omega?” My voice was twisted, unrecognizable, but I did not care. There was nothing but the fury. The betrayal.
Instincts.
“You think I, Modi the Brave, son of Thor, will hurt you? I suppose you do. If you think my father capable of betraying all nine worlds, you must think me capable of every horrible thing your little human mind can conjure up.
“There is only one thing I can do to you, omega. One single thing I can force upon you. You think I am a piece of shit? No better than Loki the Betrayer? By the Allfather—I will show you exactly what I am!”
She yipped when I grabbed for her, her hands reflexively coming up to stop me. It was easy to ignore her human weakness—but the look in her wide eyes proved much more difficult. For one agonizing heartbeat, she stared at me with genuine fear—and every ounce of strength in my body crumbled into a pile of ash.
But then, as if she saw something in my eyes too, her look of terror faded, leaving vulnerability and understanding behind.
Pity. She pities you.
I bared my teeth, anger rising again. She did not fight me when I yanked her toward me this time, and it only angered me more. Toothless. She knew I was not going to force her, not truly. She knew I was incapable. She was allowing me to act her alpha, pretending to surrender.
I tossed her over the barrel of the tree trunk I had sat on, my focus mercifully shifting at the sight of her ass thrust up and out in her tight leathers. This. This was the easy part.
I yanked her trousers down, pulling them over her boots so I could step in between her legs.
She twisted her neck to look at me over her shoulder, her lips parted in soft pants. “Modi,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
“I do not need your permission!” I growled, though we both knew I was lying.
I pressed my palm up between her thighs, reveling in the full-body shiver that transferred from her soft flesh into mine. She was not as dry as I had expected, but she was not wet enough for me either. Another day I might have knelt behind her and sucked her clit into my mouth until her pussy gushed for me—but not today.
“You ask if I will betray you,” I rasped, rubbing my palm against her lower lips with enough force to catch her still-hidden clit. “Maybe I will. Maybe the Norns have woven it into their vile net. It will not be my fault then, will it? We are all just caught up in Fate’s game, no free will of our own. That is why you and I are tied together in the first place, little omega. Why fight what Fate has decided?”
She mewled in response, spreading her thighs for my palm. Moisture clung to my skin and I smiled wryly.
“My poor omega. So willful, yet so completely enslaved to every base instinct. I could take you against your will—and your body would only aid me. Do you feel as trapped as I do?”
I undid my pants and pulled out my achingly hard dick, pressing it up against her lower back as I leaned in over her, my hand still working her rapidly dampening sex.
“Modi,” she moaned. “Don’t care. You’re mine! Just fucking fuck me!”
She was as needy as when her heat had made her crawl on her knees to suck my dick. My body panged with longing to spear her open, and I growled and bit down on her neck where the fresh scar from my claim shone bright pink.
She went lax underneath me, her soft flesh wonderfully compliant against mine as she whimpered softly. Wetness gushed from her pussy, soaking my hand. She may be far too mouthy and demanding, but at least her body knew how a good omega behaved.
I relaxed my jaw and pushed back up, holding my weight on one hand on the trunk while