Ragnarök Rising

by Nora Ash

  Saga. Irritation bubbled in my veins, but my focus returned to my cock when Annabel put both hands around the base of my dick.

  “That’s it. Move them up and down. Squeeze him like your pussy will,” my enemy continued, and I groaned when she obeyed him, his words and the tight pleasure bringing back memories of forcing her cunt open.

  “He’s so big,” Annabel whispered, quiet horror in her voice. “How am I going to—?”

  “Nothing you haven’t taken before, sweetling. You just focus on bringing him back—and I’ll take care of you.” His heated words were followed by a small gasp from her and a spark of pleasure rushing through our bond. Her breath came in stutters now, but she kept wanking my dick, squeezing tighter every now and then.

  He was rubbing her clit. I knew without looking, could feel it in the sharp pleasure in our bond and hear it in her increasingly labored breathing. He was getting her ready for me.

  A confusing mix of arousal, jealousy, and gratitude rose in my body with the tightness in my loins for every time Annabel brushed her palm over my throbbing cock head. It was my job to prepare my mate, but I couldn’t, not from the prison of this darkness. But the man I’d once considered my archenemy could. And he did.

  “Put your lips on him,” Saga growled, and I had a moment’s worth of intense gratitude before wet heat hesitantly closed around my crown.

  She tried her best to fit me in her mouth, but she couldn’t manage more than the tip.

  “Lick him,” Saga instructed. “And don’t stop until you come.”

  She breathed in shallowly, her breath hitching in her throat, and I heard the tell-tale slick sounds of Saga’s tongue delving into our omega’s snatch.

  Annabel shuddered, bracing herself against my body for a moment and then obeyed. Her soft little tongue flicked around my crown, lapping up along the head and then down the shaft, teasing and stoking the fires.

  The heat in my blood flooded my body, and for the first time since that thing in the well bit me, I felt the spreading infection’s slow crawl pause to a halt.

  “H-how are you doing that?” I croaked.

  “Shh, Thorsson,” Freya murmured. “Focus on the pleasure. Trust your mates.”

  Mates? I wanted to spit out a contest to the goddess’ plural usage of that word, but just then Annabel sucked on my frenulum, and my thoughts shattered in a starburst of delight.

  I groaned, my hips straining to heed the primal call to thrust, but the darkness bound me too tightly, and all I could do was lay and endure my omega’s gentle affections and her own huffs and pants increasing in intensity as Saga drove her closer and closer to the edge. A halting whine and the sting of her teeth, and she was coming, the rich scent of her orgasm filling the air.

  “Mount him.” Saga’s rough order raised my hackles even as my cock spasmed in agreement. I was alpha—I was built to mount my female, not the other way around, but there was nothing I could do as Annabel shifted on the bed, hesitantly placing her hands against my chest for balance.

  “You can take him, sweetling. You’re dripping wet,” Saga growled, the roughness of his voice more than suggesting how hard he was holding back to not shove her face down into my chest and mount her himself. “It’ll feel so good when you stretch around his thick cock. C’mon, my love… that’s it.”

  She straddled my thighs and, breathing in deeply, slowly lowered herself. The spike of need burning through my entire body when her lower lips kissed my cock had me gasping. The wet heat of her pussy slowly, reluctantly closed over my cockhead, every millimeter making me ache to thrust up and seat myself completely inside of her. Fevered memories of our first mating thundered in my temples when my head popped into her tight channel. “I—it hurts,” Annabel gasped, and for a second her heat lifted upward as if she were trying to escape our coupling. “He’s so thick—”

  Saga growled, and her retreat was abruptly halted. “Yes. He is. And you’re going to take him. All the way to the root. Your pretty little cunt needs the reminder of who owns her. Who owns you.”

  Odin’s beard. Annabel’s reluctant little whimper in response was full of need, and slowly her pussy descended down my shaft. She was so wet, rivulets of slick ran down my length, but her cunt spasmed hard for every inch it was forced to swallow, making it clear she was struggling. It was slow, exquisite torture, and amidst the pleasure of feeling my mate so intimately again, gratitude to the alpha helping her take me twined. He might have been a prick, but there was no denying he knew exactly how to get our omega turned on. She’d mouthed off a lot about having no choice and being forced to mate with us, but she couldn’t deny her omega nature. She got off on being dominated.

  “That’s what happens when you don’t take a dick often enough. Your pussy forgets how to open wide. But don’t worry, my sweetling—we’re gonna remind you,” Saga said, and suddenly her wet heat barreled all the way down my length, her ass slapping hard against my thighs as I bottomed out inside her desperately spasming sheath.

  Annabel howled, but it was muted in the rush of blood drumming in my ears as white light exploded through my darkness, shattering it until it only plumed at the edges of my vision.

  My eyelids fluttered open, and I saw her. My Annabel. Glowing with golden light, head tossed back and back arched, her beautiful face a study in pain and pleasure. Her pussy throbbed around my cock, and the golden aura around her pulsed to the same rhythm.

  I’d seen a lot of magic in my life, but never anything like this. Like her magic.

  Saga stood behind her, his hands on her hips, keeping her seated on me as he nibbled at the side of her neck, whispering hoarse words in her ear just too low for me to hear. Whatever he said, it made her moan softly, and her slick muscles gripped me tight and deliberately for a moment, despite the flicker of pain passing over her features at the move. The golden light shone brighter in response.

  Saga slid one hand from her hips to her breast, the other one delving between her wide-stretched lips to her swollen clit. The second he touched her there, she came undone.

  I groaned with my mate as she rocked her hips mindlessly while her tunnel shuddered and pulsed all along my cock, and I felt her orgasm radiate through me, scorching the infection. The black, writhing masses spasmed under my skin in response, dragging a pained growl from my lips despite the ecstasy of feeling my omega come on my dick.

  “He needs more,” Freya said from somewhere off to the side. “The infection is strong—dig deeper, child.”

  “She means; fuck him harder,” Saga purred, pinching her clit between two fingers. “Ride him, sweetling. Show him your power.”

  Annabel groaned, biting her lip and for the first time, locked her eyes with me. Slowly, whether to tease me or to ease her pussy into it, she rose halfway up my dick, only to sink back down, sheathing me completely with a shared moan.

  I’d never thought I’d enjoy submitting to a female—it went against every fiber of my being, and even now, the deepest of my instincts fought to roll her over and put her on her back underneath me where she belonged. But as Annabel rode my cock, leaning forward to support her hands on my torso, and the pained delight played across her beautiful face, bathed in that golden light… I never wanted her to stop. Soon, her movements became freer, the pain on her face waning for pure bliss and intense concentration as her cunt loosened for me, remembering how to swallow alpha dick like it was born to do. Behind her I was aware of Saga’s presence, stroking her body to heighten her pleasure, directing her magic to me with his own, dark touch. The dark marks writhing under my skin singed in response to the onslaught, making me hiss in pain even as I felt my climax steadily approaching, fighting against my omega’s light.

  “He needs more!” Freya’s voice chimed, seeming oddly distant as the light enveloped the three of us like a golden dome, fading the outside world.

  “She hasn’t got any more to give!” Saga snarled. “She’s already drawing on her life force!”

  “No!” I rasped, col
d horror seizing my lungs when his words echoed through my pleasure. I stared at my mate, at her still-blooming magic, and found the first frays at the edges. Signs of exhaustion I’d been too rapt up in pleasure to notice. “Stop—Annabel—”

  She didn’t answer me, but the stubborn flare in her eyes was unmistakable. I growled—why was this woman so fucking stubborn—and turned my attention to Saga, even as my omega kept riding my dick. “Don’t let her— It’s not worth it. Not her life.”

  “It’s not like we have a fucking choice, is it?” Saga said. “Shit!”

  “Help her, young Lokisson,” Freya said. “Combine your strength with hers.”

  Saga frowned. “What do you—?” His brow smoothed, eyebrows reaching his hairline. “Fucking Hel, you can’t be fucking serious! She’s can’t!”

  “She’s an omega,” Freya purred. “Your omega. She’ll survive.”

  Saga swore again, gave me a long, hard stare I didn’t have the brain power to process, and then put a hand on Annabel’s back, pushing her forward.

  She obeyed, flattening her breasts against my chest, finally stilling her hips’ waves for a moment. It was only then I saw the strain in the corners of her eyes, the sweat on her brow… and the ashen color of her skin that’d previously been hidden by the glow of her magic.

  “Annabel,” I whispered. “Please. Stop.”

  “I can’t,” she said, her voice hoarse and weak. “I can’t lose you.”

  Her words resonated sweetly in my heart and hummed through my veins when she kissed my chest. I knew what she meant—I knew our connection would literally and very physically kill her, should I meet my end, and it tore me apart that I’d doomed her to this fate. And still, those words made my soul sing.

  “You’re not going to,” Saga grunted behind her. His words were followed by a brush of fingers against the root of my cock still buried inside of her, and if I’d had the strength I’d have jerked hard. When a thick finger slid up alongside the length of my dick, stretching Annabel tightly around me, I hissed as she let out a startled grunt.

  “What are you—?” she asked, trying to twist her neck around to look at Saga.

  “I’m helping you,” he said through gritted teeth, forcing her head back around with his free hand. “Focus, my love. No matter what, you can’t lose focus.”

  She obeyed him, though I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she locked her gaze with me. I was right there with her, because Saga started slowly pumping his finger along my cock, inadvertently rubbing it as he stretched our mate.

  “The fuck are you doing?” I growled.

  “Saving your stupid ass,” he snarled back. “You’re going to owe me fucking big.” Another finger slid in along the first, making Annabel keen and arch her back, the pressure along my length making it hard to focus.

  When he finally pulled his fingers from her sheath with a wet noise, we were both panting hard.

  Saga reached for Annabel’s shoulders, rising up behind her, teeth gritted with determination, and just then it finally dawned on me what he was going to do.

  “Fucking Hel!” I growled, just as the head of my arch-enemy’s cock pressed against the base of mine, prodding at Annabel’s already stuffed snatch—and then, without hesitation, forced its way in along mine.

  Annabel’s scream was deafening, nothing but sheer torment and desperation as she fought to get off both our dicks squashed together inside of her. But Saga didn’t give her an inch. He kept his hands clamped to her shoulders, forcing her to accept the excruciating invasion.

  “You let another claim your cunt before me—this is your price,” he snarled into her ear. “Take us—take both of us. Use my magic as I use your cunt!” The savage words were followed by a hard thrust that rubbed against my cock, sending a shock of bliss along my spine unlike anything I’d felt before. The presence of her other alpha inside of her stirred my aggression and will to claim, but she was so tightly stretched around the both of us that every single nerve in my dick sang with ecstasy.

  The golden light flared as Annabel gritted her teeth around another howl of agony and directed her full attention to me. There was so much rage in her eyes, so much fury at being forced to submit like the omega she still hated she was, but also strength like nothing I’d seen before. Everything she was, every raw ounce of power and every painful fear was laid bare between us as she fought against the pain and channeled the magic.

  The dark marks screamed in agony as she singed every single one of them in a burst of power that echoed off Folkvangr’s domed ceilings, and like a burst dam, I felt my own magic flood my body in a rush of agonized bliss.

  I didn’t think, couldn’t, as my arms closed around her trembling body and I pounded my cock hard and deep up into her spasming cunt, following Saga’s ruthless rhythm. My orgasm was on me before I could gasp her name, and I drove in mindlessly, the urge to knot insurmountable.

  “Shit! Don’t! You’ll tear her!” Saga snarled, his own thrust stuttering, but even if I’d been halfway coherent there was nothing I could have done.

  He swore loudly, and before I could force my rapidly swelling knot in alongside his throbbing cock, a strong hand clamped tightly around the bulge, squeezing it like a vice.

  I came so hard I nearly blacked out. Groaning, teeth buried deep in Annabel’s shoulder, I coated her womb with my seed, faintly aware that Saga’s semen mixed with my own. I didn’t care. Couldn’t, because all I sensed was the shocks of spine-shattering pleasure as my knot was milked and my cock massaged by the woman who was fated to be mine from the beginning of time.

  I don’t know how long I rode the wave of release, but at some point Annabel passed out between us, her own unending climaxes too painful to sustain. A touch of worry finally eased my orgasm into the final shudders, but when I prodded our bond, a peaceful hum resonated back.

  “She’ll be fine,” Freya said, her voice much clearer now, and the note of smugness in it was unmistakable. “She is mortal, after all. Riding two divine studs takes its toll.”

  It wasn’t until then that I remembered Saga. Evidently, he also remembered me. The grip around my knot released instantaneously.

  “Did you…?” I was still too groggy to find the right words, but as I stared at the man I shared a mate with, the sensation of his fingers were still brandished in my spine.

  “You owe me so fucking big,” Saga rasped. A pleasurable shudder made me grit my teeth as he pulled out, bathing my already soaked balls in a rush of semen.

  “We’re never speaking of this again,” I said darkly, turning my attention to my passed-out mate. She looked peaceful in her sleep, and I pressed a kiss to her lips, gratitude welling within me. She’d saved my life. This tiny, human girl had saved my life.

  “Well… You may never speak of it again,” a voice drawled, and I jerked my head up and caught the sight of fucking Bjarni Lokisson leaned against a pillar, a smug smile across his face even as his legs were still caught in a ridiculously feathery shapeshifter’s costume. By his side his dark-haired brother wore an expression of both boredom and disgust. “But I’m definitely going to tell everyone we meet how much you two just love to milk each other’s knots.”

  26

  Annabel

  “There she is. How are you feeling, pet?”

  The relaxed rumble against my back penetrated the hazy fog of sleep. Both bonds hummed contentedly in my chest, but I knew the speaker was Magni. Only he called me “pet.”

  “Like a bulldozer ran me over. And then had sex with my flattened corpse,” I croaked, wincing as I cracked my eyes open.

  A rough hand cupped my cheek. “I’m sorry,” Saga murmured. “It was the only way.”

  “Sure it was,” Bjarni’s voice rumbled from somewhere off the side, amusement lancing it.

  “Shut. Up,” Magni snarled.

  I rolled over, wincing at my protesting abdominal muscles, and met Saga’s soft gray eyes. Worry marked the corners of his eyes, but his gaze was still light an
d brimming with happiness.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered, because I knew he spoke the truth. Magni would have died if he didn’t. I’d needed Saga’s strength and magic inside of me to funnel the golden light into Magni.

  “Your strength… I never knew a mere mortal could possess such magic,” Magni said from behind me, and despite the respect in his voice, I swallowed down an annoyed sigh. At least he realized I was more than just a walking womb—even if it was obvious the only reason for that was that he’d seen the magic I only barely knew of myself. If I hadn’t had it, the respect I heard in his voice now wouldn’t have been there. Saga and I had found each other when I found my magic, but it wasn’t quite the same. He’d seen my strength, my compassion… and his heart opened because of that, not for some freaky power I possessed.

  “So now what?” I asked, instead of giving in to the irritation with my redheaded mate. This, right now? This was so much better than anything I could have hoped for before. There was peace between the three of us, contentedness. Even if it wasn’t going to last, I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.

  Silence spread, and I felt just a flutter of unease in my chest, from both bonds hooked there.

  “What?”

  “I told your alphas that I believe someone within Asgard is trying to bring about Ragnarök,” Freya said, stepping into my field of vision next to the altar-bed.

  “What—what do you mean? Like a god?” I asked, frowning as I struggled to sit up. When I did, I spotted Grim and Bjarni standing by the foot-end. I covered myself with my hands and shot the blond bear of a man a glare for his obvious stare at my breasts.

  “Yes. Like a god,” she said. “Only someone with a lot of power could interfere with Magni’s bracelet and the portal.”

  “But why would a god end the world?” I asked. “Aren’t they—you—the good guys?”

  By my side Saga snorted derisively.

  “I don’t know,” Freya said, a frown drawing down her brow. “But whoever they are, they know about your prophecy, and they will try to stop you. You have to be very careful.”