Weaving Fate (The Omega Prophecy Book 2)

by Nora Ash

  I bared my teeth, impatience washing away the confusion of this new development. It did not matter why I liked seeing her knotted by him—all that mattered was that my dick was aching, and she had other ways of pleasuring me.

  I grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her up, leaving her scrambling to support herself on her shaking arms. The moment she was at the right height, I freed my cock and slipped it between her soft lips, groaning with pleasure as wet heat enveloped me. She could not fit more than the tip in her mouth and her teeth scraped against my sensitive skin, but it had to do.

  She sputtered once at the unexpected intrusion, but did not resist. After a moment she caught up and obediently formed a tight seal on my head, letting her tongue flick over my frenulum.

  Such a good little omega.

  She really was lovely, I dazedly thought as I stared into her eyes while she bobbed her head, doing her best to bring me relief despite how uncomfortably my girth stretched her jaw. I had half-expected her to fight me, to refuse me. The last time she did this, she had been high on hormones, her nature trying to coax me into giving in.

  Now she had already had her orgasms. This time, the only reason she was sucking me was for my benefit.

  I fisted her lush hair in both hands, throwing my head back as I dragged her down harder on my throbbing cock until her molars scraped my flesh.

  “Good girl,” I panted. “Such a good girl. Suck me. Take me.”

  She sputtered again, one hand coming up to press against my hip in protest. But before I found the strength to ease up on her, she let out a muffled whine, her hand falling back down.

  I glanced down, my gaze falling on her pretty face screwed up in a grimace. Behind her, Bjarni was rocking his hips in short, sharp movements, grinding on her G-spot. He shot me a devious look across her naked body, then slipped one hand underneath her. I did not see what he did to her, but I did not need to.

  Annabel’s eyes flew wide, a scream muffled to choking sounds on my cock as she lurched forward, then fell back down, ass popping up and out. Whatever he was doing to her clit, it had her thoroughly captivated.

  I grunted, angry he got to bring her pleasure, but grateful too. I was too desperate for release to make sure she enjoyed what I did, and some small part of me still capable of remorse knew I would hate myself after if she did not.

  Abandoning all restraint in the knowledge that Bjarni would take care of Annabel, I tightened my grip in her hair and fucked her mouth rough and fast. Her teeth scraped on my head, wet gurgles bubbling around it, and fuck, it felt so good! She felt so good.

  “Anna! Anna! Anna!” I chanted her name, eyes pinched shut, each thrust bringing me closer to climax

  A great thunderclap rolled through my body, blinding white flashing before my eyes as my body finally released. I moaned brokenly and froze half-hunched over my mate, fingers trembling in the tangles of her hair while my semen flooded her mouth.

  It took me a few moments to open my eyes, and I drew in a sharp breath at the look of beautiful, perfect Annabel swallowing hard to gulp down my essence, white froth and spit dripping from her lips around my still-bloated dick. Her face was a mask of post-orgasmic haze, wet eyes darting to mine as if needing to know how she pleased me.

  “Annabel.” Her name slipped from my lips as I caressed her face, something warm and tight and not wholly pleasant curling in my gut despite the relaxed state of my muscles.

  Instincts.

  She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my touch, finally releasing my dick with a small kiss to its crown.

  “Better?” she rasped.

  Yes. I felt better.

  I moved as far away as the small tent allowed, which was not 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 Magni would be safe from Odin’s retribution.

  “He will not move until we want him to,” I said.

  “Good.”

  He trusted
me, I realized. My enemy trusted that I had secured our captive. He'd entrusted his own brothers’ lives to me.

  Had the roles been reversed, would I have trusted him with Magni’s life?

  Yes. I would have. Ever since our powers had combined through our bond with Annabel, the knowledge that I could trust this man had taken root.

  Fuck.

  I looked back down at my mate, finding it impossible to grasp how one tiny human could change me so completely despite how furiously I'd fought against her.

  I just needed her power. I did not need the comfort of her weight against my chest, did not need an ally in the man she had also ensnared with that sweetly-scented cunt of hers, did not need to bury my cock inside of her every time the thought of how perfectly she fit around me entered my head.

  “You know,” Bjarni said, “the less you fight it, the less it hurts. You don’t want this? Too bad, you chose it. Not even the Norns can force a mate claim.”

  I glared at him. I'd chosen this? Nothing about biting down on Annabel’s neck and claiming her for all eternity had been a choice. In that moment, with her pussy clutching at my knot and the smell of her in my nostrils, there had been no other option, no other way.

  But maybe he did have a point. Why was I fighting the instincts clamoring at me night and day? Why suffer through this self-flagellation and denial? Like it or not, Annabel was mine—my omega, my mate to enjoy as I pleased. That was my right. All my self-imposed abstinence had caused was misery and distraction. Loki had gotten under my skin largely because I had been so overcome with need for my omega.

  Bjarni moved behind her, making my focus slide down Annabel’s naked body to the apex of her thighs.

  With a small grunt he pulled out of her pussy, making her moan in protest and shift uncomfortably between us. His knot had finally deflated, it seemed, leaving her used but empty, the scent from their union calling to me.

  Why should I deny myself when her other mate did not?

  Twenty-Six

  Annabel

  “Anna.”

  My name, rough and demanding, stirred me from the edges of sleep.

  I moaned, too exhausted to do much else when strong limbs tightened around me, bringing me back to my body.

  A large hand slid from my hip to my ass, pressing me tight against a very male form, the hardness grinding into my pelvis unmistakable even in my groggy state.

  “No,” I whined, still too out of it to open my eyes—not that I needed to. Modi’s scent was in my nostrils, our bond humming pleasantly in my chest where my breasts were pressed against his ribcage “Sleep.”

  “You fuck him, you fuck me,” he murmured in my ear, the unmistakable heat in his voice raising goosebumps along my neck despite myself. A press of a knee parted my legs, and I groaned another complaint when my thigh slid over his hip, opening me up.

  “Sleep,” I repeated, trying to roll back and away from the handsy alpha, irritation rising as my consciousness was forced from the promise of sweet oblivion. I’d been thoroughly sated not moments ago, my only current desire being to rest. But my escape was blocked by another large, warm body—Bjarni.

  “Sex, then sleep,” my blond mate purred from behind me, his hands on my breasts tweaking, then lifting as his attention shifted. “Want to convince her? Or are you leaving the pleasuring to a worthier man?”

  Even in my annoyed and exhausted state, it was impossible not to hear the challenge in Bjarni’s words.

  Instead of answering, Modi enveloped one of my nipples in a wet heat, making me squeak when he sucked it hard.

  “Modi,” I protested, the zings of unwanted stimulation finally giving me the strength to raise my arms to push at his bulk. Not that it did any good, what with his mass being about the same as a medium-sized mountain. “Tomorrow, please—”

  “You asked me to stay, mate,” he rasped against my breast, flicking my abused nipple with the tip of his tongue before switching his attention to my other breast.

  I had.

  It hadn’t mattered that Bjarni and I had shared such a private, intimate moment—when Modi had joined us, it felt natural. His cock in my mouth, his hands in my hair, the aching relief in our bond as he'd spilled himself between my lips; all I’d wanted was that moment’s unity I’d felt while they were both inside of me to continue. To rest, safe in the knowledge that in this tiny space within the tent walls, for just a little while, everything was okay. Safe.

  Modi slid his fingers down my stomach, locating my still-swollen clit. I moaned at the contact and jerked my hips back, but like with his mouth on my nipples, he was undeterred. He followed my movement, rubbing persistent but gentle circles around my tender pearl and feathering a fingertip directly over it now and again.

  “Modi.” I exhaled his name this time and bit my lip when the first tendrils of something other than overstimulation flickered in my nerve endings. “Damn you both.”

  “Shh, little mate,” Bjarni whispered huskily against my neck. Behind me his cock made a valiant effort at rising against my hamstrings, despite having just released every drop of his essence deep within me moments ago. “Relax. Enjoy. We only wish to serve you, hmm?”

  That was a load of bullshit, and if I’d been more with it, I’d have called him out. Not all that long ago, he’d claimed he understood how exhausted I was. That exhaustion meant I was barely able to cling to consciousness—but my traitor of a body was starting to respond to my alphas’ demands for more.

  “Fine.” My consent managed to convey an irritation that was rapidly drowning in Modi’s caresses.

  “That’s the spirit,” Bjarni chuckled, his teasing followed by the slide of his warm hand down my body. When he reached my thigh, he hiked it over his arm, lifting it off Modi’s hip and back, opening me wider. “Show her how much you want her.”

  “I need no pointers from you, Lokisson,” Modi growled against my breast. His hands went to my waist, and I instantly ached at the loss of his touch on my clit. But pointers or not, his intent became clear the next moment when he released my nipple with a final lap of his tongue and began kissing his way down my body, nipping at my skin and making anticipation bloom the closer he got.

  When he placed a final kiss just above my pubis, I no longer had the patience to wait. With a whine, I wrapped my fingers in his long, red hair and pulled him down the final bit, gasping as his tongue flicked out to tease my throbbing clit.

  “Yes," I moaned.

  “See? There’s no need to resist—you were made for sex, sweetie. Pleasure,” Bjarni murmured in my ear.

  It was impossible to argue when my body was tight with want despite my aching muscles and bone-deep exhaustion. I sucked in air in harsh pants, pressing my head back against his chest for some semblance of solidity amidst the onslaught of sensation.

  Modi had skilled lips and a clever tongue, and I had the vague notion that while he may not have fucked a woman before me, he’d definitely practiced other sex acts. I wasn’t prepared for the rush of jealousy that thought brought on, but I was too wrapped up in sensation to analyze why.

  “Fuck me!” I spat, yanking hard on Modi’s hair to move him farther up my body. “I want you inside me. Fill me, take me—prove you’re mine!”

  A growl vibrated through his chest and into my core. He rose up over me like a mountain; like the primeval god he embodied, face dark with hunger as he stared down at me. He wiped the glistening slick he’d pulled from me from his mouth with one hand and sank down on his left side in front of me, lining his much larger body up with mine.

  “Modi,” I whispered, the throb of arousal in our bond washing away the pain and allowing me to finally see him as the only thing that mattered: my mate.

  My beautiful, powerful, tortured mate.

  He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pressed my face into his chest.

  “Anna.”

  My name on his lips was a raspy whisper overtaken by a moan when he pushed his hips forward, his cock pressing up inside of me, f
orcing me wide all the way to my cervix.

  I whimpered at the sensation of being so full, but it didn’t hurt. My body was still slick and limber from Bjarni, adapted to stretching for my alphas after my last claimings. It was only heat, pressure—pleasure.

  He clutched my torso to his, Bjarni’s grip on my thigh keeping my lower body pressed against my blond mate. Split between 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.