by Nora Ash
“Just… give me a couple of minutes,” Magni gasped. He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and wound his arms loosely around my midsection, breathing deeply.
I kept up a steady pace for Modi and Bjarni, massaging their cocks as well as I could with only one hand for each. The scent of sex was thick in my nostrils, and the feel of them in my hands and their low growls of desire forced my exhausted body to heat once more.
Magni groaned when my pussy trembled around him with awakening desire. “You’re killing me, pet,” he rasped. “Every time you tighten that slick cunt on me, you’re adding minutes to my knot. Keep it up and I’ll need to fuck you again before I let them have you.”
“You do that, it won’t just be my finger that goes up your asshole,” Bjarni growled.
“I am with the Jotunn on this one, brother,” Modi said, swallowing a groan as my thumb rubbed at his frenulum. “I would die for you, but if you do not pop that knot out of her in the next two minutes, you are getting a bolt of lightning where no one wants a zap.”
Magni barked a half-laugh, half-growl. “Bunch of fucking pricks,” he mumbled against my skin. “This is what you do to us, pet—turning brother against brother just for a taste of your cunt.”
With another groan he pulled his hips back as far as he could go, making me whimper at the aching stretch of his knot battling my trembling channel. He reached between us and grabbed the bottom of his cock barely sticking out of me, squeezing it hard.
We both growled through it, the sensation less than pleasant—but it worked. After a few moments, he jerked his hips back again, this time managing to force his still semi-hard knot free with a wet pop.
“Shit, ow!” I released Bjarni’s cock to smack Magni’s chest.
“Blame them, pet. I would have happily stayed until it went down on its own,” Magni panted, diving in for a stolen kiss before he dodged my next attempt to swipe at him, rolling up on his knees by my side.
Modi and Bjarni moved at once, but I still had a grip on Modi’s cock, so Bjarni managed to claim the spot between my thighs. He shot Modi a devilish smirk. “Too slow.”
“I’m not a fucking amusement ride,” I growled. My pussy still ached from Magni. I reached between my legs to rub at my agitated lips and grimaced at the wet mess left there.
“I beg to differ,” Bjarni purred. He leaned in, and when I raised my arms to push him away, he grabbed my wrists and held them against his chest to kiss me. Deeply. When he pulled back, a smirk danced on his soft lips. “Definitely a rollercoaster.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “There speaks a man who wants to get off in his own palm.”
A rumble of laughter echoed around the room. Even Bjarni grinned, but the gleam in his eyes was predatory.
“It’s so cute when you pretend like you have a choice in how much and how hard your pussy gets pounded, sweetie."
“Adorable,” Modi growled from behind me. He slid his hand around my hips, descending on my vulva. I jerked at his touch, but Bjarni kept my wrists trapped and my thighs spread around his hips. Defenseless.
Despite my soreness, something deeply biological made my pussy pulse in response to the complete vulnerability in my position between the two huge alphas.
Modi opened my labia with his left hand. Splitting his fingers apart, he drew them up until he got to my clitoris. It was swollen from arousal and peeking from underneath its protective hood, but Modi pressed the pads of his fingers on each side and pulled up, fully exposing the tender nub.
“There we go,” he purred in my ear before he popped his right thumb and index finger into his mouth, wetting them. Then he brought them down to my throbbing clitoris, closing them firmly around the small stem. A shock of sensation made me jolt and arch back against his chest with a moan.
“Feels good, does it not?” he whispered.
I nodded a breathy agreement, the ache in my channel slowly fading to the background as he rubbed up and down my bundle of nerves, driving pleasure to the forefront of my mind again.
“If you are a good little omega and do not complain when your alphas demand you serve them, then this is how it will always feel, Anna.”
Perhaps if I hadn’t been so out of it from the prolonged stimulation of my entire body, I would have caught on to the dark tone to his voice. But I only breathed a hoarse “uh-huh,” rolling my hips for more of his wonderful touch. The longer he stroked me, the harder it was to push back the promise of the orgasm building in my loins.
“A pity you are such a poorly behaved woman,” he growled, squeezing the very tip of my clit hard enough to make me gasp, my eyes popping open from shock. And then—then came the lightning.
In reality, it was probably a very minor current, but when Modi sent a bold of electricity directly through my clitoris, it felt like my entire world shattered in blinding rapture.
It wasn’t even pain. It was like the raw energy that built every atom of the universe shot right into my pelvis, short-circuiting my nervous system.
I screamed, bowing back hard, my head smacking into Modi’s face, but I couldn’t feel anything except for my clit alive with the very source of life itself. I came hard—at least, it felt like I came, but it could honestly have been seizures. My entire pelvis cramped, my gaping pussy contracting hard and rhythmically as every nerve ending in my body fired.
Modi only released my clit when white dots danced in front of my eyes and I had no more air left to scream.
I sagged in his arms, half-sobbing, half hysterically giggling.
“Any more objections to offering up your pussy?” Bjarni asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
Somehow, I managed to shake my head.
“Good.” He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. Another yank and I was on my knees, ass up and head pressed into the furs. The perfect image of omega submission.
Bjarni slid his hands from my hips to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to reveal my pussy. He pulled my lips open and pressed his thick cockhead to my still-trembling opening, holding it there for a moment. Letting me anticipate the incoming stretch.
When he finally pushed in, it was so slow it was almost gentle.
I breathed through the sensation of the rim of his head popping past my entrance, clutching at the furs underneath me as he drove in smoothly, filling me to the brim.
“Bjarni!” I gasped out his name, whimpering when he hilted, his balls smacking up tight against me. He was so big. They all were, but Bjarni had an extra maybe quarter inch of girth, and I felt it all the way through my core.
“There’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Wrung out and aching from too much sex, and you still crave my dick. My knot. Let’s show them how much of a woman you are. How much more you can take.” With that, he wound one hand in my long hair and pulled me up on all four, holding me steady for his first thrust.
I grimaced at the pull on my roots mingling with the delicious ache of taking his cock, then moaned when he thrust in harder the second time.
Bjarni didn’t stay gentle for long. Within five thrusts of his powerful hips, I was keening every time I was forced to take his pummeling cock, my pussy protesting with wet, rapid smacks. He rode me hard, keeping me locked in place to take his assault by the grip on my hair, pushing me toward a rapidly approaching climax.
“Come for me, Annabel,” he growled, fucking me harder and faster still. “Come, or I’m gonna put your clit through so much worse than he did, I swear it!”
I whimpered something between a plea and a cry of excitement. I’d long since given up on trying to understand why lewd threats and humiliating submission got me so fucking good, and all I cared about at that moment was the roughness of his cock and the complete ecstasy of being taken.
My orgasm came from the very roots of my pelvis, forced forward by the brutality of his invasion. It rolled through my body like a thunderstorm, making me flex my hip and cry out his name as my pussy clamped tight on his girth before overworked muscles erupt
ed in hard spasms, milking him.
Bjarni moaned a broken curse and froze with one hand still wound tight in my hair, the other locked on my breast and his pelvis pressed tight up against my ass. His knot barely hurt, swelling right into a perfect tie up against my G-spot before he spilled himself deep in my womb. Every pulse of his cock forced his knot harder against my frontal wall, and I spasmed with every one of them, the sensation prolonging my orgasm with aftershocks.
Halfway through, I had no more strength left. My arms gave up and I collapsed into the furs. Mercifully Bjarni followed me down, saving my poor pussy from getting yanked on his knot. He covered me fully with his big body, encapsulating me in an embrace that had my worn body relaxing.
“I love you,” he murmured in my ear. A kiss followed. And another. “Always. Always.”
“Love you too.” It was barely a whisper, I was that wiped out from the sex, but I felt the tremor of tenderness in our bond keenly.
“Poor Annabel,” he chuckled, nuzzling at the back of my head. “Don’t worry—we’ll work on your stamina.”
“Prick,” I groaned, earning me another chuckle.
“Move.” The dark snarl reverberated from somewhere on the other side of my cocoon, completely devoid of the playfulness that had been between my alphas up until now. “Right. Now.”
Through the pleasured hum of my three sated bonds, one still twanged with desire and need—Modi.
Bjarni shifted above me, and a sigh rushed through his wide chest. “I’m way too relaxed to fight you,” he said. “And way too stuck. Guess you can zap me if you must, but keep your paws away from my ass.”
The next second, he jerked violently on top of me, slapping his palm down hard next to my head as he growled a curse. The knot lodged inside of me shrank, allowing him to pull from me with a grumble.
Saga barked a laugh. “Not sure you chose right there, brother.”
“I’ll remember your preference for next time, brother,” Bjarni bit, his tone wholly less calm now. He gave me a final stroke up my thigh before he moved away, leaving me splayed on my stomach on the furs.
I knew what had to happen. Even if Modi hadn’t been past all pretenses of control, there was no way I could deny him after allowing my other three mates to take me. Our understanding was still too tender, the ache in our bond still in fresh recollection, and so instead of curling up into a fetal position and pleading for mercy for my oversexed pussy, I looked over my shoulder through the mess of my hair for my fourth mate.
He was already towering behind me, his eyes dark and wild as he fell to his knees between my legs and grabbed my ass, clutching at my flesh.
“Modi,” I whispered. “I want you to. I want you.”
He didn’t need permission—the moment he carved his mating claim into my neck, my body and my pleasure belonged to him. But I gave it to him anyway, because I knew, deep down, he craved it. He needed to know that he was wanted.
He grabbed my hip, his hands rough as he turned me to my back and hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me open in invitation.
I looked into his eyes as he guided his cock to my sodden folds and fucked up inside of me with a hard thrust, gasping with him when he was fully embraced by my wet heat.
He didn’t pause to savor the moment; he was too far gone to have the capability. I clung to his shoulders as he screwed me rough, hard and thoroughly. No dirty words fell from his lips—only his harsh grunts, my own whimpers and the wet smacks of my pussy taking him all the way to the root over and over and over again filled the room.
When his knot finally swelled in my opening, my body obeyed his dominance and broke with him, the ache of our tie snapping in place behind my pelvic bone forcing me through a climax that drained the very last of my energy.
I collapsed underneath him, my arms and legs flopping to the floor in a decent starfish imitation. The last thing I saw before my consciousness fled the scene was the overwhelming love in Modi’s eyes as he gazed down at me while his cock pulsed, coating my cervix with every last drop of his essence.
I fell asleep to his rumbling purr, knowing into the marrow of my bones that I was finally whole again. Whole, and loved completely and eternally.
Thirty-Eight
Annabel
Wake up, Annabel.
Dawn is here. Wake up.
I groaned in protest, my eyelids feeling like they weighed at least a ton. Each. When I finally managed to crack them open, the faintest of gray light met me. Gray light and silence, save the soothing sound of deeply breathing men.
My men.
I forced the muscles in my neck into action, twisting to search for whoever’d woken me up. Around me, all four of my mates lay sprawled, fast asleep. Or, more like around and on top of me.
On the journey here, I’d been grateful for Modi’s and Bjarni’s body heat, but buried underneath four huge furnaces, things were a bit on the toasty side.
Gently so as to not disturb anyone, I tried to extricate my arm from where it was wrapped around Modi’s neck.
He grunted, rolling halfway so my limb got trapped in the bend of his elbow.
“Modi,” I whispered, poking him in the face—the only place I could reach now, since Bjarni had a hold of my other arm. “Let go.”
Another grunt. Slowly he cracked an eyelid at me. “Hmm?”
“I gotta get up. C’mon, release.”
He closed his eyes again, pushing in closer against me to rest his head against my ribs and underboob. “Stay.”
“Modi!” I somehow managed to keep my hiss quiet enough not to wake anyone else—I hadn’t tried to move my lower body yet, but from the throbbing from down yonder, I was very, very sure I didn’t need anyone waking up and suggesting round two.
His eyes rolled open again, both of them this time.
“I gotta pee. Help me get up. Please?”
Modi sighed, rolling off me with a reluctant groan. He even lifted Bjarni’s arm off me so I could sit up. When I did, and winced at the way my abdominal muscles spasmed in protest, he rumbled out a concerned note, his warm hand finding my stomach. “Does it hurt?”
Despite the drunken quality to his voice, I could see worry that I might be injured spark in his blue eyes.
“I’ll be fine. Go back to sleep.” I gave him a smile that I hoped wasn’t too much of a grimace.
“Hmm.” His eyelids were already sliding closed again, his head relaxing into the space in the furs where I’d lain. “Hurry back.”
I stroked a hand up along his side instead of answering. It seemed to do the trick—within moments he was breathing deeply again.
It was easier to pull free from the tangle of Magni’s and Saga’s legs, except doing so engaged my core muscles a fair bit, and I had to bite my lip not to whimper as I freed myself.
We definitely had to come up with some sort of schedule. Or a rotation. Norn-blessed or not, my poor vagina was still very much human, and if my four brutes had plans on making these sorts of nights a regular occurrence, I was relatively certain she was gonna pack up shop and flee the premises.
Ow.
Somehow I managed to get to my feet and stagger out of the pile of alphas still sleeping peacefully. You’d think they were the ones that’d been fucked beyond their limits, with how zonked they all were.
I took a moment to look back at them, and my heart stuttered with a warm kind of happiness I couldn’t put into words. I was finally whole. More than whole—their bonds in my chest filled me past overflowing. In the bleakest moments, I’d thought I’d sacrificed my sanity, my very essence to Fate. That being permanently hollow, broken, was my sacrifice for a chance to save the world and everything that lived in it.
I’d been so wrong.
Fate had gifted me my mates, not punished me with them.
Moving stiffly, I found my clothes and pulled them on, grimacing as I did. The second I got the chance, I was taking the longest, hottest bath known to man.
I gave my sleeping alphas a final lin
gering look before I quietly slipped out the door and made my way through Valhalla’s halls.
There were no guards stationed by Loki’s cell. I hadn’t met a single soul on my way from the tower room, last night’s celebrations seemingly having taken everyone out of commission.
I used my magic to gain access to the dungeon, pressing it through locks to click them open rather than melting them off.
The dark god sat on the bare floor, leaning against the rough stone wall with his legs outstretched, looking haughtily bored despite his dire circumstances.
“You came,” he said. There was no surprise in his voice.
“You knew I would.”
Loki inclined his head a fraction of an inch. “I saw your sense of honor when I touched your mind. And your soft heart. You were unlikely to wish your mates’ sire dead, even if they are currently somewhat disillusioned by my… ah, motivations. You understand the complicated devotion a child has to their parents—even if she feels betrayed by them. Don’t you?”
I drew in a deep breath, pushing down the hurt still festering from what my mom and dad had done. He was behind the deal that had sealed my fate—a deal made centuries before either of my parents were alive.
“Do you want to waste time tormenting me? Because at some point, your guards are gonna wake up from their hangover, and soft heart or not, I’m not going to risk mine or my mates’ lives for you.”
His lips pulled into a wry smile. With smooth movement, he got to his feet and walked across the cell floor to the bars separating us. This close, his presence was intimidating—almost as if the dark energy I’d seen when I fought him seeped from his skin and reached out to me with chilling tendrils. His eyes were as dark as his hair, and their touch as he looked me up and down put every hair on my body on end.
“Perhaps if I had truly been interested in breaking apart the nine worlds and ruling over broken ruins as the dark and terrible king Odin seems to believe is my true goal, I would not have given you to my sons,” he said, his voice raspy and silky all in one. “Such devotion. Such power. You would make a magnificent God-queen. A worthy mother of my spawn.”
