Night Aberrations - An Adult Paranormal Romance (Night Aberrations Series)

by Nelson, JD

  “Don’t be silly.” She laughed. “You can’t have a heart attack.”

  Huh, learn something every day, I guess.

  “You could have told me you were planning to do that.”

  She pursed her lips. “I thought that you would appreciate it. You and Soren are free to marry now.”

  Shit, she was right. What Norn could forget that they aren’t allowed to marry until their service is over? The idiot kind, like me, that’s who.

  “I’m sorry. I forgot about the stipulations.”

  “It’s no trouble, my dear. You will soon learn the ways of our society, and that will be a sad day indeed. It had such promise before the council. That is why I find that rebellion is nigh upon us.”

  “Will they look for us here?”

  She looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so. We are infinitely more powerful than they are. They’ll have to come up with more of a plan than just trying to grab us off the street.”

  “Or maybe, that’s what they want you to believe.” Soren said.

  “They? Are you not part of the council?”

  “After that, Myrgjöl?” He answered, “I wonder if I am not a wanted male.”

  Three hours later, Myrgjöl had finally left, but Soren, Nils, Viggo, and Jakob were still speculating on the ways we might die at the hands of the council. I was really tired of hearing death scenarios.

  Interrupting Viggo’s story in which we were hypothetically dropped into a volcano by a half-male, half-hawk creature that secretly takes care of the council’s potential problems, I asked, “Soren, can we go home?”

  His brows lifted. “Home?”

  “I mean to our apartment on Asgard.”

  Nils crowed with laughter. “Holy shit, Soren, you actually showed her that pathetic monument, built for someone who wasn’t even born yet.”

  “Shut up, Nils.” I said, surprised that it was echoed by so many in the room.

  Soren stood. “Let us go.”

  We said our goodbyes and he shifted us to the front door of our home.

  Once there, he insisted that he make a quick sweep, checking for anything out of place, before he let me enter, so I waited nervously, with my back to the wall in between the elevator and stairwell, imaging the worst.

  In less than a minute, he returned and showed me inside. “I had some of your things sent over. You should have everything you need to be comfortable.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m just going to go over the security tapes to see if anyone has been here besides the cleaning crew. No one knows that I own this building, but we can’t be too careful.”

  “Okay, hurry?” I was really jumpy from all of the events of the day. I didn’t want to be alone for long.

  He arched a brow. “I promise.”

  “Is the bedroom still at the end of the hall?”

  He smiled. “Last I checked.”

  I made my way to the bedroom, lovingly eyeballing the mountain of fluffy pillows on the way to shower. Sleep sounded great, but first, I wanted a bath. I still had dried blood on my neck from almost twenty-four hours ago. Yuck.

  Both of us fresh from the shower, I found Soren waiting for me atop the wooden trunk at the foot of the bed.

  He grinned as he took in my damp hair and pink kitten pajamas. “Feel better?”

  “Tons. And I’ll thank you very much to not make fun of my jammies while you are still wearing Christmas ones in June.”

  His eyes twinkled. “I wouldn’t dream of it, ready to dive in to this monstrosity of feathers?”

  Answering him with saccharine in my voice, I said, “I thought you’d never ask.” Then, I dove headfirst into the bed, laughing hysterically when I barely made a dent. “Uh…did you ever stop to think that this might be a ridiculous amount of pillows?”

  He picked a pathway to me through them and lay down on his side. “You don’t like my pillows?”

  I burst out in horrified laughter. “You like them?”

  “No, that is what is called a joke, Emelie. I know you are young, but surely you’ve heard of them by now.”

  I feigned an expression of shock. “A joke…you can do that?”

  He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly, making my heart palpitate in triple time. “If you have asked all of your questions, I have one of my own.”

  “Yes, I will marry you!”

  “You’re supposed to wait until I ask, Emelie.”

  “Sorry, go ahead.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Will you take me as your mate?”

  I didn’t even take a second to think it over. “Yes.”

  Without preamble he took my hand and bit lightly into my palm, only taking enough blood to coat this lip “Today I accept you as my Fated mate. Let us never be parted.”

  I lifted his palm to my mouth and bit down, swallowing a mouthful of his potent blood before closing the punctures, and then pushing the magic that would connect us through him and back into me. It was a strange sensation, one that felt more than right. It was as if the magic was asking, “What took so long?”

  His eyes opened wide with surprise as I spoke the bonding words in a voice that wasn’t my own and with eyes that were glazed over in a sheen of silver. “Today I accept you as my Fated mate. Let us never be parted.”

  Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to Soren’s and waited on the pain that had accompanied my last bonding.

  However, no pain came—that is until a moment later when Kristian’s screams filled my head. I prayed that Myrgjöl had been wrong about him and quickly searched for his true-mate.

  In a turn that was nothing short of a miracle, I could see that she had indeed been wrong. His mate would be a small, dark human with eyes the color of chocolate. She would truly be a perfect mate for him.

  I relayed this information to Kristian who was quick to answer my mental call. I could almost feel his renewed hope through the connection. “Thank you.” was his only response before he was gone and Soren filled all of my senses.

  I opened my eyes to find his questioning crimson ones trained on me.

  “It is done.” I sighed, contentedly. “Kristian has his true-mate and we have ours.”

  He didn’t speak in words, but in actions, pushing me to my back and slowly taking my mouth with his. I returned the kiss, yearning for him to deepen it, but he was in no rush. He would savor every moment of his mating night.

  Dipping a searching fingertip into my cleavage, he gave me a sinful, fanged smile that made me melt. “Emelie, your beauty is only complimented by the clothing you choose to wear. However, I think it is time to lose the kittens.”

  I traced my own curious fingertip down his chest and into his pants, snapping the elastic waistband. “You’re one to talk, Rudolph.”

  In an instant, we were both unclothed and he was kissing his way across my breasts. “Have you anything else to say, sweeting?”

  “Yay?”

  “Hmmm…we’ll have to do better than that.

  Ten seconds later, I was way past “Yay!” and fast approaching “Oh Lord, please let me survive this night, so I can do it again and again for the next million years or so.”

  Kneeling up to sit on his knees, he slid his caressing hands lightly over my nipples and then to either side of my waist, pulling me closer to him and opening my legs for him to enter me.

  I clutched the sheet on either side of me, waiting.

  Leaning forward on all fours above me, he pressed his sex against mine and whispered, “You are so beautiful, Emelie.”

  Moaning a low cry of pleasure, I writhed against him. He made me feel so beautiful—sexy even. Everywhere his hungry eyes roamed, his hands and tongue would soon follow. He made me feel like a goddess.

  I reached to take his hardness in my hands, enjoying the soft noises he made as I slowly stroked him. “Take me as your mate, Soren. I’m drenched for you.”

  He savagely took my mouth before breaking the kiss and positioning himself at my core. “I will
be gentle. It will only hurt for a minute.”

  I nodded, mute with a mixture of arousal, fear, and excitement.

  I gritted my teeth as he pushed into me. It wasn’t anything like I’d imagined it would be. I’d always been told that having sex for the first time hurt, but that it was a delicious intrusion. This wasn’t like that at all. It was awful, the most excruciating agony I’d ever experienced.

  With tears leaking from my eyes, I cried out, unable to continue. He felt too big, too hard—and then, in between one deep breath and the next, the pain seemed to evaporate, evolving into something that far surpassed my limited experience in pleasure. I didn’t have a word that described what he felt like inside me.

  Soren examined my face carefully. “Emelie, I will withdraw.”

  “No,” I gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He blew out a shaky, alleviated breath and kissed me. “If you insist.”

  “I…” My sassy reply escaped me and turned to moans as he gently pulled out and pushed back in. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts and encouraged him to speed up his rhythm.

  Already, we were both close to orgasm; I could hear his frantic thoughts. God, she’s so tight, so hot…so perfect. Don’t. Fucking. Come.

  After that, he pumped into me so fast and hard that I could only cry out incoherent words as I reached my screaming completion. Hoarse and panting beneath him, my words came out husky and slurred by fangs. “I love you, too.”

  He stilled within me and smiled, though it seemed to take great effort. “Stop reading my mind, Lady Vidar.”

  I laughed. “I honestly don’t think I can.”

  His eyes flashed with heat. “On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t stop. It could be very interesting.”

  He moved in me again, making me catch my breath. Exhaling a very feminine sigh, I wrapped my legs around him and luxuriated in the heavenly feeling of his broad sex filling me.

  I love that sound—love the feel of you around my cock.

  I dug my fingernails into his back as his words brought me closer to the edge. “Then, come with me, Soren.”

  Growling, he pounded into me, as he lifted my neck to his mouth, first trailing the vein with his tongue, then biting down firmly.

  I came apart, scoring his back and rocking my hips, answering his every brutal thrust with my own until he spilled into me with a forceful yell of my name.

  Several seconds passed before either of us moved. Soren eventually lifted his head, licked the holes closed on my neck, and gingerly pulled out of me with a look of concern.

  “Are you okay?”

  Okay seemed like such a paltry word for the way I felt right now. Fantastic, spectacular, or even just really, really, really, good would be a better description than okay. What I felt was ecstasy. “I’m perfect.” I reassured him.

  He kissed me slowly, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. The taste of my blood on his tongue was an aphrodisiac. I desperately wanted him to make love to me again.

  With a lift of his eyebrows he asked, “Emelie?”

  “Soren?” I answered breathlessly.

  He pushed his still hard sex into me. “I could never deny you, Emelie. You are my Fated.”

  “Stay out…of…my head.” I breathed between his thrusts.

  He chuckled and kissed me again. “I honestly don’t think I can.”

  —Epilogue—

  Freyr paced in his small metal cell. They were smart; he’d give them that. Iron always did dull his magic. Though he was not a patient male, even he had to admit that it would take an enormous a stroke of luck, along with all of his magic to escape his prison. If there were ever to be any hope, he would have to make sure every potential for error was discovered. That could take time. Resignation would be his only companion in his captor’s unyielding cage.

  The solitude over the last few weeks had given him the hope that he was no longer a concern to them. For days, they turned their scrutiny upon his plans, and for days, he resisted their efforts, relinquishing no information. With his level of magic, there were very few that would gain any knowledge. It was insulting to him that they’d sent the lowliest, common creatures to question him. Was he not a God? Did they think so little of his power?

  He shook himself to rid himself of the memory. Just thinking of how the inferior beings treated him as if he were garbage enraged him. Combined with the raw, exposed nerve of being bested by one of his slaves, even if she was half-Norn, did not make the wound to his pride any shallower, the elves were his to master.

  As the nights spread out behind him, he had little to do but lay in his confinement and plan his revenge. Common sense told him that the Norn could not hold him with her magic forever, and when his freedom was gained, he would take her as the first of his many returning slaves. She would die when he got tired of her, of that he was certain. He’d never found one that interested him for very long. Of course, it would all have to be done in secret. There was no need to make her a martyr for the elves. Her death would surely give them a cause for unity and that was an unnecessary distraction.

  Yes, it was time that his slaves return to the way of the past, where humans, elves, and all creatures alike worshipped him. It was the only fitting position for a God of his magnitude.

  The hardest part would be earning their trust. Promises of fertility and peace had been enough in the past, but today’s creatures wouldn’t be as easy to fool. Most had lived half as long as he.

  The only fitting solution was to start with the mortals on Midgard. Humans had always been his easiest targets. In the past, he’d been able to manipulate them into almost anything. It shouldn’t pose a problem now. If it did, they could join the thousands of creatures who had allied against him in their eternal slumber.

  He continued to pace. Tonight he felt restless, on edge, like he did before a battle. Something was coming.

  A rattle from the antechamber’s doors confirmed his suspicions. He had a visitor. Something told him that this serendipitous opportunity was the one he had been waiting on. Did he dare attempt to escape? There would only be one chance at freedom. If he failed, he wouldn’t need a Norn to predict his future. There was only one Fate for a murderer who could not be caged. Death.

  He tensed as footsteps neared the door.

  “Freyr, it is Katrine.”

  He stood and peered cautiously through the eye-level slot. Katrine was indeed there. She looked exactly as she had when he last saw her, a ravishing, dark-haired beauty with eyes that revealed the madness that plagued her mind.

  “Have I been freed?”

  She laughed throatily. “Of course not, I grow tired of the solitude. I can stay no longer.”

  With a mechanical click, the door swung open.

  “How have you incapacitated the guards?”

  She smiled serenely. “I didn’t. Let us say that I have a very persuasive mouth.”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, leaving her breathless. “A lovely mouth it is.”

  She stood unspeaking, ready to command. She would not be difficult to direct. Persuasive mouth or not, she was only an elf.

  “Come elf, I have a world to conquer.”

  The End