by Nora Ash
“We can fight over who gets first taste of her pussy later,” Bjarni said mildly, not pausing as he opened her pants and yanked them down over her hips. “Help me bare her.”
“I’ve got her,” Modi said. He stepped between me and Magni and knelt, then looked up at Annabel. There was worship in his eyes as he slowly pulled her pants all the way down her legs and off. It made me feel… uneasy to see an old enemy so open, and I refocused my attention back on the plump breast in my mouth, teasing the tip of its pert nipple with my tongue.
My mate moaned sweetly, her eyes flickering to mine. The hazy glow of desire in them was achingly familiar by now, and I forgot about the others and held her gaze as I sucked her hard.
Annabel squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, digging her fingers into my scalp, only to yank savagely the next second when her eyes flew back open and she let out a keening wail.
“Fuck! Modi!” she cried, her gaze moving down. A fine tremor played across her features before she threw her head back against Bjarni’s chest. “Yes! Yes! More!”
I pulled back from her head and looked down at what had caught her attention so thoroughly. Modi was still kneeling between her thighs, his mouth now firmly pressed to her small sex. From the hollowing of his cheeks, I could only assume he was giving her clit as much attention as I had been her nipple.
Something hot and uncomfortable crept up through my chest as I watched Thor’s son pleasure my mate—some ungodly mix of seething jealousy, scalding desire, and deep, dark despair.
I had never pleasured her like that. I’d wanted to when she was in heat, and the scent of it had overwhelmed my senses and begged me to bury my mouth between her thighs until her flavor filled me. But I hadn’t.
I didn’t think of her much, when I was with Annabel. Sex with my mate was nothing like it had been when it was forced upon me by someone I despised. I loved every second of being entangled with my mate. Even the terrifying intimacy when the pleasure of it overwhelmed my inner resistance and our souls merged felt like nothing else ever could. And yet that one thing, that one way of giving her pleasure, I hadn’t undertaken.
I stumbled back a few steps as I stared at Modi licking and sucking at Annabel’s clit so thoroughly, she seemed to be incapable of coherent thought while she writhed between the three alphas. The hand that had held me tight to her breast now clutched at Modi’s hair, urging him deeper, and he… His eyes were closed, and sheer revelry was written across the planes of his face. He loved it just as much as she did, that much was clear.
A hand clasped onto my shoulder, making me jolt and snap my head around to glare at Saga.
My brother didn’t release his grip, despite my bared teeth. He only gave me a long, searching look, as if he understood that something about watching Annabel ride Modi’s tongue made my lungs tighten, a pit of despair opening in my gut.
“Lay her down,” he said to the others, moving his attention back to them and Annabel in their midst.
They moved as one, easily shifting her down onto the grass. Bjarni knelt by her head, stroking her face while freeing his cock with his other hand. Magni was still busy with her left breast and Modi sprawled on the grass between her thighs, clutching at them as he licked the full length of her slit before refocusing on her clit. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, couldn’t shut out his groans of pleasure as our mate ground against him with increasingly frantic gasps.
“That’s my girl,” Bjarni rumbled as he petted her hair and stroked his thick cock. He grabbed her arm and pulled her resistant hand from Magni’s head to his own bobbing erection. “Let it come.”
Annabel wrapped her hand around him seemingly on instinct. Her movements on his cock were jerky and erratic, most of her focus still on Modi’s tongue, but Bjarni still hissed with pleasure.
“Gods, yes!” He arched and wrapped one hand around hers, guiding her movements over his pulsing flesh. With the other, he reached for Magni. Thor’s bastard looked up at my brother’s touch, but instead of pulling away like I had half-expected, or even snarling out a warning, Magni threaded his fingers through Bjarni’s and held on tight.
“I’m… I’m…!” Annabel’s voice, high-pitched and desperate, broke on a moan as her body arced into a tight bow. I sensed the wave of pleasure roaring through her as it crashed against the barrier in our bond.
She collapsed back onto the grass with a sated sigh and smiled down at Modi. He gave her a few more licks before he returned her gaze with a grin.
“Missed you, Anna,” he murmured, voice raw from his own pent-up desire.
“I missed you too,” she whispered, her smile fading as she stroked the hand not wrapped around Bjarni through his hair, as if she were sharing that moment only with him.
My gut clenched as the dark thing in me welled up. All I saw was another man between my mate’s thighs. In my mate’s heart.
“Snap out of it!” Saga hissed. He shook my shoulder hard, and I realized the darkness was welling out of me in a threatening cloud of power. I was seconds from surrounding Modi with it and squeezing until he was gone.
But if I did that, if I killed him, Annabel would die too.
Growling with the effort, I pulled my magic back inside of me. It thrashed against my restraint, volatile and furious, and I tightened my grip on it, willing it into submission—even if every cell in my body ached to unleash it on the alphas who dared touch my Annabel.
Saga gave me another long look. Then he shifted his grip from my shoulder to my hand and yanked me forward a few steps.
“Get up, Thorsson. It’s our turn to make her moan,” he said.
Modi gave him a frustrated look over his shoulder. “You can do that after I’m done.”
“Don’t be greedy,” Magni chided, nudging him with a knee.
Modi bared his teeth at his brother, but Annabel stroked her hand down his face to cup his chin, regaining his focus. “I will need you just as much later as I do now. I will never stop needing you, Modi.”
It dawned on me then, through my own seething jealousy and darkness, that I wasn’t the only one struggling with this. Only Modi didn’t so much as attempt to hide the vulnerability in his eyes as he sought Annabel’s gaze, searching for the truth in her words. He sighed softly as he found it and bent his head to place a final kiss to her nether lips before he pushed off the ground, relinquishing his place between her splayed thighs.
“Come,” Saga said to me. He pulled me forward, leading me to that sacred space.
I stared down at Annabel’s glistening sex. Even though I couldn’t scent her arousal, it was evident in the slick sheen clinging to her puffy lips, in her soft gasps as Magni returned his focus to her breast, and in the tremble running the length of her legs as Saga knelt by her waist. He brushed his hand through her dark thatch of pubic hair before he pinched the hood of her clit and pulled it back, fully exposing her already swollen nub.
“Come, brother. Your mate needs you too,” he said, his voice soft—cajoling.
I fell to my knees as if someone had snipped the thin thread keeping me upright. The darkness rushed in my ears, drowning out everything but my own ragged breathing and the too-fast beat of my pulse. Instincts pounded at my brain, every alpha cell in my body desperate to bury my mouth there and force that bared little clit of hers to climax. I wanted to—I wanted to so badly it hurt—but I sat frozen, incapable of doing what my mate needed me to do.
“Grim.”
Annabel’s voice broke through the rushing in my ears. I jerked my head up, catching her gaze. She sat up, ignoring the growls of annoyance from Bjarni and Magni, and cupped my face with both hands, ensuring I saw nothing but her.
“You don’t have to do that, Grim. I need you. You pleasure me in so many ways. This does not have to be one of them.”
She understood; I knew that as I read the sorrow in her eyes. I hadn’t been explicit about this part, about what had happened when I had been made to bed my stepmother, but I didn’t need to.
I bare
d my teeth around a snarl. It had been a thousand years and she still took from me. From Annabel.
No. No. I would not let her do this, would not let her ruin how I pleasured my mate.
I grabbed Annabel by the shoulders and pushed her back down on her back before I refocused on her eager pussy.
Saga reached down again and pulled her hood up once more, baring her clit. But instead of waiting for me, he bent to give her a flick of his own tongue.
“Ah, shit!” Annabel jumped and tensed at the teasing caress, and her clit throbbed in response.
Saga rolled his eyes up to meet mine. There was a challenge in them, egging me on, but also…
I frowned at him as it dawned on me—he thought I didn’t know how to do it. He was trying to help me.
“I don’t need a guide,” I growled at him. He only lifted his eyebrows and waited, and I huffed, then bent to swipe my tongue over Annabel’s exposed sex.
My mate jumped again and hissed. One hand fluttered down to rest on my head, but despite the tremor in her muscles, she didn’t yank me closer.
I let the tip of my tongue draw a light circle around her clit and was rewarded with a throaty moan. Gods, if only I could have smelled her. My head throbbed and my dick ached. The rushing in my ears was back, but there was no hesitance left. This was Annabel, my mate, and I wanted to devour her.
I opened my mouth and dug my tongue between her folds, sucking her in until she writhed for me and chanted my name over and over.
I pulled back, wanting to see her face, but as I did, Saga dove down to replace my tongue on her clit.
“Saga!” Annabel whimpered, shifting her grip from my hair to his. Her other hand was once again preoccupied with Bjarni’s thick cock.
I glared down at my brother. As if he sensed my anger, he looked up at me and shot me a provoking grin before tilting his head to the side, offering me space without moving away.
I stared down at him until he turned his attention back to Annabel’s pussy, licking teasingly on the right side of her clit and leaving the left for me.
“Please… Please!” Annabel gasped. I wasn’t sure if she was begging me or him, but the sound of her pleas pulled me down to her center—to that part of her that had brought me to my knees.
When I swiped my tongue along the left side of her clit, she whimpered and tensed, tugging harshly at my scalp. The pressure was gone the next second, and from the way Bjarni expelled a breath, I knew her fingers were now wrapped around his cock. Ignoring him—ignoring everyone but her—I focused on the little pleasure bud under my tongue.
I didn’t need her hand in my hair to guide me. It was easy to read her writhing, easy to follow the squirm of her hips to lick her just how she needed it. I didn’t care that my efforts made my tongue dance with Saga’s, only growling warnings at him when he became too greedy and encroached on my territory—I only cared that this was my mate, my home, and every cell in my body throbbed with need to show her how much I loved her.
“Please suck me, please! Suck me!” Annabel’s plea held an edge of desperation, one I knew well. I released my grip on her hips to shove Saga away, ignoring his snarled protest, and finally wrapped my lips around her pert little clit. And then I sucked it.
Annabel keened and bucked hard, but I re-anchored myself on her hips and suckled her like I had her breasts so many times before. Finally she arched for me, practically levitating, and froze.
I barely heard her through the rushing of blood in my ears. My mouth filled with her climax, smearing my lips and chin, and even though it lacked her beautiful scent, it still went straight to my dick, making me ache to bury myself between her quivering thighs.
But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to give her this first.
Sucking ever gentler, I stayed on her clit as Annabel writhed and came for me, and when the longing to be inside her became too great, I thrust to fingers into her fluttering sheath and curved them after that secret spot inside.
My mate’s wail took on another tone, and she ground herself against my face as I forced her into a second climax. Only when her body’s spasms had eased into gentle trembles did I back off her swollen bud and slip my fingers from her wet inners, lifting up to look at her. My mate.
Her gaze was hazy with exhaustion as it met mine, but that curve of a smile gracing her soft lips made my heart tremble. Gratitude. Gratitude and love were in that curve.
I didn’t break eye contact as I raised fully onto my knees, grabbed her left leg to slide it over my hip, and drove myself inside of her.
Annabel gasped and tensed, her eyelids fluttering shut for a second at the strain of taking me. But when she opened her eyes again, nothing but love and desire shone back at me.
“Who gave you permission to go first, Lokisson?” Modi growled from somewhere outside the haze of bliss shuddering through me at Annabel’s slick embrace.
“Don’t fight. Please. Don’t fight,” Annabel gasped, her words turning to a moan as I gently pulled myself halfway out of her, making her pussy cling to my girth. “I’m… I’m here for all of you. Oh. I promise. Oh, God!”
“I’ll remind you of that,” he said, a richer note to his growl this time as he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick, throbbing cock. “Because I have every intention of catching up on every night we’ve missed, Anna.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, and I wasn’t sure if it was in response to him, or to the slide of my cock filling her to the brim once more. I didn’t much care either way.
I barreled into her, losing the will to stay gentle, and groaned with her every time I hammered home. Pleasure fizzled up my spine, down my thighs, and deep into my pelvis, and I knew I would forever lose myself here, watching her come undone while she clutched Bjarni’s and Modi’s dicks, with Saga and Magni sucking her nipples and heightening the pleasure I was stoking.
A soft caress against the wall in our bond made me shudder, the rough rhythm of my hips stuttering at the intimate touch. I knew what she wanted, but even through the pleasurable haze of sex, even through my instincts roaring to unite myself with her in every way possible, I resisted.
“Please, Grim,” Annabel moaned. “I need you. I need you… everywhere. Inside me. Please.”
I bared my teeth and growled a curse in response, never slowing my thrusts even as my inner barrier threatened to give way. How could she do this? How could her pleas make me fall to my knees and surrender myself in every way?
“I don’t… want—”
My panted protest died on a grunt as her muscles squeezed me.
“You’re safe,” she gasped, blunt teeth digging into her pillowy lower lip. “You’re safe with us, Grim. I promise. Please. I need you. I need all of you.”
She felt too good. I sensed it—that instinctive urge to give in. The overwhelming roil of my essence pressing against that wall, desperate to unite with her. Every slick thrust pushed me closer, no matter how hard I tried to hold back.
But if I let go, if I gave in… they would be there. Her other mates. I would open myself as fully to them as I would her, and I couldn’t…
A strong hand clasped around my forearm, jerking my attention from Annabel’s eyes.
Saga looked up at me, his mouth still close to her wet and swollen nipple. There was heat in his eyes, but also… love.
“It’s okay, Grim,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with pent-up need. “Let go. We’ve got you, brother. We always will. Let go.”
My brothers. The men I had given everything for—the only ones who had ever mattered to me before Annabel. I’d wanted to kill them for their claim on my mate—still did, despite the roar of the mating high—but somehow having them here with me… For these few breaths, it felt… okay.
I flashed my eyes to the Thorssons, my lip curling at their presence. Not okay.
But Annabel was happy with them, comfortable. Loved them. And… so did my brothers, unfathomable as it was to me.
If they trusted them, so could I. I had no oth
er choice.
When I looked back to Annabel, she released her grip on Modi and Bjarni—much to their displeasure—and sat halfway up, dislodging Magni and Saga.
The glade erupted in angry alpha growls, but my mate only had eyes for me. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, guiding me down on top of her.
“I need you, baby,” she whispered in my ear, voice raw and maddening. “Make me come, Grim. Don’t worry about the rest of it. Just give me your knot and make me come.”
There was no way for me to deny her.
With a hiss, I buried my face in her neck—and gave her exactly what she’d asked for.
Having her this close, begging for me to force her wide and make it hurt, ensured it only took a few dozen hard thrusts for my knot to swell. Annabel’s panting breaths turned to whines as I ground the ever-growing bump through her straining lips, forcing her wider and wider. She dug her nails into my back, her teeth marking my shoulder, but she wrapped her legs around my hamstrings and clung tight, relishing the painful stretch.
When I pushed my knot past her pelvic bone, we both came. My groan of release drowned in Annabel’s high-pitched scream—a scream that muted to a dull throb as my essence rushed through our bond, broke down the wall between us, and flooded into her consciousness, melding my soul with my mate’s.
Her warm, golden glow rose to greet me, swirling around my darkness and pulling me close.
“Annabel,” I groaned, blind to anything but the pleasure of her fluttering pussy and the sweet embrace of her soul. “My Annabel.”
As always, her essence was like a warm caress—like the sun breaking through the clouds after a long winter—and I lost myself in her.
And then I felt them.
They were… curious, but restrained as they touched us—our bodies and minds. I shuddered at the foreign sensation, and Annabel held me tighter.
“Stay. Please, stay,” she whispered. “I need you. We need you.”
I didn’t have the strength to deny her, even if that dark, icy part of me recoiled at being so intimately bared. But this was it; this was what she needed. This was what the curse of our twined fates would always have led to.