Weaving Fate (The Omega Prophecy Book 2)

by Nora Ash

  Non-heat-drugged me would have laughed in his face at the haughty command.

  Heat-drugged me placed my lips on his bloated mushroom head and sucked.

  He moaned in response, the sound rough and oh-so-good, his fingers winding tightly in my locks. “That’s it. That’s a good little omega whore. Suck my cock, Annabel. Fill your mouth with me—only me.”

  I obeyed, his crass words fueling my need. In that moment I only lived to please him, to worship his cock and take his knot.

  I lapped at his head and teased the tip of my tongue against his slit, craving every drop of liquid he had to give. But no matter how hard I tried, I could only fit the tip of him in my mouth and frustration sparked in my blood. I needed to please him, needed him inside me—

  “Enough!” Modi snarled, followed by a hard yank at my skull. He pulled me off his cock by my hair despite my high-pitched protests at the severed contact with what I craved most in this world.

  I shrank back from the threat of his bared teeth, wincing when his hold on my hair stopped my retreat. But instead of following up with another reprimand, the alpha grabbed me, lifted me, and swung me over his shoulder.

  The next minute, I was on my back on the bed.

  Finally!

  I keened, spreading my legs wide and tilting my hips in invitation.

  “Yes, Alpha, please!”

  He fell on top of me, burying his mouth in my neck. I bracketed his hips with my thighs, whimpering and babbling as he dragged his thick cock over my belly and through my split labia, coating it in my slick. For a wild, wonderful moment, the thick head of his cock caught on my flushed opening, and I tensed in anticipation of him penetrating me.

  Only it never came.

  Modi growled, teeth gripping my skin hard enough to pinch. He moved his hips farther down, trailing pre-cum down my thigh, his thick fingers finding my opening instead.

  “N-No! Don’t!” I cried out at the loss, only to grunt a curse the next moment. Modi didn’t pause to tease me—he pushed three fingers up inside me, spreading my pussy wide, and immediately began pumping them in and out in a fast rhythm.

  It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it was close—maybe close enough. The tight feeling of penetration zinged every nerve in my abdomen, and he smelled so good. Like rutting alpha—like man and musk and ozone.

  I buried my nose in his hair and drank in his scent in greedy gulps, focusing on the rocking motion of his hand inside of me.

  “More!” I whimpered, clutching at his wide shoulders and tensing my whole body to chase the high I knew he could give me. “Please, Modi, more!”

  “I’ll give you more, omega,” he growled, raising his head to look down at me writhing. “Come for me, my little whore. Come on my fingers and I’ll give you more!”

  When he brought the heel of his hand to my clit and pressed down, I did.

  Pleasure wracked through my pelvis, up my abdomen, and down my thighs. I clung to Modi and mewled as my pussy clenched on his fingers until the tremors released me.

  I sagged into the bed underneath him, tired to the bone. I hadn’t managed to sleep since the train, but already fire was licking low in my belly once more.

  “You come so prettily, little whore,” Modi said, his voice soft despite the rough edge. When I looked up into his eyes, they were all fire and need. “I could watch you gush for hours. Do you want that? Do you like driving me mad with that beautiful cunt? Another god brought to his knees for what lays between your thighs?”

  I should have been angry at his denigration, but right then, it only stoked the smolder in my blood. I nodded feverishly, arching my pelvis as high as his still deeply lodged fingers would allow.

  “Yes! I want you, Alpha. God, I want you!”

  He growled in response, angrily even as desire flickered in his burning gaze. “Then you shall have me!”

  He pulled back his fingers and I mewled, ready for him to thrust again, but instead they slipped from my sheath.

  “No! No, no, no!” I clawed at his shoulders, furious that he’d deny me the only thing I needed. I bit him, uncaring of the consequences, drawing a snarl from deep in his chest.

  Modi lifted off me, pushing himself back to his knees before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over.

  Yes!

  I knew what came next—every instinct in my body screamed for it and I scrambled to get on my knees, ass up and cheek pressed into the mattress as I shamelessly presented my pussy for him.

  But instead of his thick cock, he pressed his fingers into my opening again. Only this time, the stretch was harsher.

  I mewled in confusion, unsure what was happening.

  “Stay,” he commanded. “I’m giving you what you need—your cunt filled until it hurts.” And then he pushed in deeper, and I finally realized his intentions.

  Broad knuckles caught in my swollen entrance and I gasped, hurtling forward to escape despite my pelvis throbbing for penetration.

  Modi caught me by the hair and yanked, curving my back. “I said stay!” he barked, ignoring my whimper of protest.

  Unbearable pressure against my vulnerable opening made me grit my teeth. Slowly but surely my pussy stretched for him, until—

  “Oh! Oh my god, ow! Oh, yes! Fuck!” I cried out as my body swallowed his hand with a wet slurp, sensations of pain and mind-bending pleasure blending into wonderful, terrible unity.

  It was a thicker penetration than even an alpha cock, but not as unbearable as a knot, even if the hardness of his bones made me shudder with every inch he pushed deeper.

  When he closed his hand into an unyielding fist inside of me, dark spots danced before my eyes, and I knew he’d been right. This—this was what it would take to break my heat.

  Spreading my thighs as wide as they would go, I submitted to the alpha who was going to save me from hell.

  Modi snarled again, approvingly this time, and the sound made liquid trickle from my stuffed pussy.

  “Yes!”

  He pushed his fist deep in one long, smooth stroke, forcing a cry from me as he opened my pelvis.

  “F-uck!”

  It hurt, but it hurt good.

  “More! Alpha, more!” I commanded even though he was the one in control.

  Another snarl, and then he gave me exactly what I’d asked for.

  His fist barreled through my clutching sheath fast and hard, his knuckles rubbing savagely against my G-spot and tender walls.

  I shrieked with every thrust, clawing at the cheap bedding as I took his fist over and over again. The heat in my blood flamed, sweat dripping from my every pore, but all I cared about was that ruthless penetration.

  If I hadn’t been in heat, I would have hated every second, but I was. And I never wanted it to end.

  I rubbed my clit to orgasm more times than I could count, and still Modi fucked me on his fist, never easing, never pausing while I wailed in pleasure and clamped down on him in climax.

  He fisted me until my vision blurred and I no longer had the fortitude to stay on my knees, the fire that had given me strength finally dousing.

  “No more.” It was a raspy whimper as I trembled in the throes of my final orgasm, sprawled on the bed where my jellied muscles had given up on supporting me. Where seconds ago his fist had felt so good, now it was too big, the stretch of his knuckles too wide.

  “Please, Modi. No more.”

  He paused, breathing heavily with his hand still pressed deep inside of me, and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore my plea.

  Thankfully, mercifully, I was wrong.

  Slowly he pulled his fist out of my still-trembling pussy, drawing a whimper from me as it popped from my stretched lips.

  Heavy weight settled on my back, warm muscle encompassing me from all sides. His cock was hard and huge against the small of my back, his breath harsh in my ear, his skin too hot—but I accepted his closeness.

  There wasn’t peace in his embrace like there had been every other time I’d let an alpha mount m
e. He wasn’t sated, and where I’d normally be feeling the afterglow, tied by a knot to my lover, now there was only emptiness.

  It was a curious sensation—feeling this sore and exhausted from a multitude of orgasms, and yet completely unsatisfied. He’d calmed my heat, and I knew if he kept fisting me when it flared again, eventually he’d break it. But it would be nothing like when Magni and then Saga had taken me through my first heat.

  Pain flared from my mate bonds at the thought of them, and I closed my eyes to stem the tears threatening to spill over. I was ungrateful, and I knew it. Modi had given me more than I could have expected, considering his reasons for denying me in the first place. Especially with how little he thought of me.

  He’d called me a whore while he prepared me, and I was pretty sure he’d meant it. He didn’t like me, hated me for what I was and what it did to him and his brother, and where his harshness had been a turn-on while my heat was at its worst, right now it didn’t feel good at all.

  I shifted underneath him to put some distance between us, the closeness suddenly unbearable.

  Modi growled, the sound so rough and frightening I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

  “M-Modi?” I asked. “What are you doing?”

  “Stay.” It was a perfect imitation of when he’d commanded me to stay put for his fist, but this time the order was followed by a nearly violent nuzzle against my neck and shoulders. He breathed me in, humming in appreciation, followed by a few flicks of his tongue against my nape.

  Oh.

  His instincts still had him wrapped in the craze of hormones, his lack of release keeping him suspended in the primal stage of a rutting male.

  I bit my lip, knowing what I had to do.

  “Let me… Let me help you like you helped me,” I said, flushing as the words left my lips. I’d been more than happy to suck him off while I’d been high on my heat, but the current lull in my hormones made me all too aware of what I was offering.

  He’d certainly not think me any less of a whore after this.

  Modi scraped his teeth against my nape before he pulled back, lifting off me for a moment.

  I began to turn to face him, but he pushed me back down with a large hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place.

  My breath caught in my throat as he spread my thighs with his knees. I wasn’t ready for his fist again, but a tingle of excitement stirred low in my abdomen at being forced into position.

  “No,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I meant it. “Not again. Not yet.”

  “Yes.” The hand he wasn't using to keep me pinned came up to rub against my swollen labia, thick fingertips finding my clit.

  I mewled at the contact, fire licking through my pelvis in response, melting my resistance as slick dripped from my opening, showing my alpha I was ready for him.

  Modi growled in appreciation of my offering and dipped a finger into my heated depths. I clutched around him, at the same time reluctant and eager for his fist to follow, but after a few pumps of that single finger, he pulled his hand from me and raised up high on his knees.

  “W-What are you doing?” I breathed.

  I got my answer in the next second.

  His big cock rested in the crack of my ass, hot and throbbing against my skin as he pressed back down over me, his heavy body taking the place of his hand in keeping me pinned. Then, in one smooth move, he shifted his hips, letting his bloated cockhead find my opening.

  “Oh! Oh!” My eyes popped wide when realization dawned. In the next second, Modi pushed past my parted labia and deep into my pussy, his hard length bottoming out.

  I screamed, arching into him and shuddering. “Yes! Modi, yes!”

  It was nothing like his fist.

  He was big, his girth stretching my sore muscles past the point of pleasure, but it was perfect. This was what I’d craved, this was how I was meant to be—stretched open on an alpha’s cock, a vessel for his lust.

  But the alpha didn’t fuck me. He held still inside of me, the tip of his cock pressed against my fluttering cervix, his body quaking against mine.

  “Annabel.” His voice broke on my name. “I…. fuck, I have never… You feel… Stars above, Anna!”

  Only then did the true implication of his refusal to risk bringing a life into existence dawn on me.

  I was his first.

  I made him break his vow.

  “Modi,” I murmured, caught between my desperation for him to rut me through my rising heat and guilt at what we’d done. “Modi, pull out. You don’t—you don’t have to do this. We can—”

  My voice drowned in a roar so furious it raised every single hair on my body.

  “Never!” It was a snarl so primal I didn’t even recognize his voice. Whatever had kept him still, my attempt to stop him broke it in two.

  Harshly he snapped his hips, barreling through my trembling depths with punishing strength.

  “I will never—”

  Another thrust that had me gripping at the sheets and gritting my teeth.

  “Ever—”

  And another.

  “Stop! Your cunt is mine, omega. Mine!”

  With that, he found his rhythm. He pistoned in and out of my clinging sheath, his hips drumming against my upturned ass, making my pussy sing with syrupy smacks.

  I screamed underneath him, every thought fleeing my mind as hormone-addled madness descended in full.

  Nothing mattered but his thick cock. Nothing mattered but him.

  I chanted his name and heard mine growled in response. His hands were everywhere, stroking, rubbing, fueling the fires in my blood like his cock fueled my orgasms.

  He pulled me up to sit on his thighs and clutched my body to his so he could grope my breasts and rub my clit.

  He pulled me to the end of the bed and fucked me with my ass hanging over the edge.

  He kissed my shoulders and bit my neck and all the while, he cried out my name as if it were a prayer.

  I was too exhausted to move and bordering on unconsciousness when he gave me my final climax.

  My pussy spasmed weakly on his pumping cock, drawing a cry from my dry throat as pleasure washed over me in a blessed wave of relief. The pain of too much penetration faded into the background as Modi’s moan of completion rang through the room.

  He clamped his strong hands down on my hips, keeping me in place, and then… then came the stretch.

  I whimpered in protest, but was too weak to even try to escape—not that Modi would have let me.

  He forced his knot through my straining labia with a growl that vibrated into my bones, making my pelvis yawn wide before it snapped into place, tying us together. Warmth flooded my cervix and he moaned again, rocking gently as his seed bathed my battered pussy.

  I panted hard, too exhausted to climax again despite how his knot ground on my G-spot and filled me painfully, perfectly right.

  Modi wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tight while his orgasm shuddered through us both. “Anna. Anna,” he moaned into my ear, the wonder in his sex-roughened voice so very different from how he’d spoken to me before.

  I closed my eyes, too exhausted to think about it. Too exhausted to do anything but breathe as the alpha filled me with his essence.

  I’d almost lost the battle against unconsciousness when Modi closed his teeth around the back of my neck and bit down, breaking the skin.

  I shrieked, my eyes flying open at the pain, shock following like a wash of acid.

  “Modi! Modi! What are you doing?!”

  But I knew what he was doing. I felt it deep in my bones and in the core of my being when Modi, son of Thor, brother of Magni, claimed me for his own.

  Seventeen

  Bjarni

  I was pretty sure I was walking in circles.

  “Can’t you just take the direct route? We don’t have time for this,” I growled at Arni, who was perched on a branch ahead of me.

  “Your father gives instructions. I follow,” he squawked. �
��This is the route we must take if you wish for an audience.”

  “An audience,” I spat. “I’m his son. Why is he making this so difficult? He must know things are dire if I am here to see him.”

  “He doesn’t trust your companions. And he is displeased that you failed him,” Arni said, flapping his wings and then taking off so he could land on my shoulder. He thumped against my coat, scrambling to not fall off, not nearly as elegant as he normally flew.

  “Failed him?” I asked, gobsmacked. “How? We procured the omega and she is going to stop Ragnarök! What the fuck else does he expect?”

  “You let Thor’s bastard claim her, compromising your father’s plans,” Arni said, nibbling at my earlobe when I growled a curse.

  “If my father has an issue with how things are getting done, maybe he needs to start doing things for himself!” I glared at the bird on my shoulder. “I thought you were our messenger. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”

  Arni gave me a measured look. “Have you tried denying your father, boy? Tail feathers take forever to grow back. Now quit your whining and keep walking. We’ll be there soon enough.”

  I sighed. He had a point—in fact, I was mildly surprised the poor bird wasn’t plucked bald after we had him deliver the news about Magni’s interference.

  I reached up to scratch at his head before I continued through the knee-high snow, knowing there was no alternative. If my father had decided to play games for me to prove my determination to reach him, then so be it. He was Saga and Grim’s only hope, and I would rather die a thousand deaths than let Odin send them to Hel.

  My father’s new hiding spot turned out to be an old cottage deep in the woods.

  Light shone through the windows, casting a warm glow on the drifts of snow surrounding it, and for a moment I was overwhelmed with memories of my mother’s cozy house in Jotunheim.

  Loki hadn’t shared our home, but he’d visited when we were still children, often bringing presents. I hadn’t seen him in… decades now. He’d come to see us at the farm in Iceland once, after we were exiled, but that was many years ago. Our communication usually went through Arni and Magga.