Morgan's Fate

by Dana Marie Bell

  This time Morgan lost it as his brother told Logan exactly where he could stick his hammer.

  They’d found Mjolnir.

  They’d found the hammer of Thor, and it was…pretty. Delicate.

  Skye bit her lip as Magnus grumbled again, leading the way into the condo the brothers shared. “Fuck a duck.”

  Morgan sighed and headed straight toward the kitchen. “Now what?”

  Magnus collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. “I don’t know. Skye?”

  She shrugged. “You’ve got me.” Whatever she might have known about Mjolnir was still lost to her, deep in the foggy recesses of her life as Skuld.

  Morgan came back into the room with three glasses of wine. He handed one to her last, his fingers lingering on the stem, bringing them together. She could feel her cheeks flushing, her skin heating with the need for him to touch her.

  What she did know was that she’d wanted Modi long before she’d lost everything, and now she’d have the chance to have him. There was nothing, absolutely nothing standing in their way. There was no honor or duty that demanded she set aside her desire for him, no prophecy that declared he would ever love another. No whisper of her power demanded she pull away from him.

  He wanted to give her everything, and she was more than willing to take what he was offering.

  “Morgan?”

  Skye licked her lips, well aware of what she was also offering her future lover.

  “Skye? C’mon guys, I’m right here.”

  Morgan ignored his twin, offering Skye a sip of wine from his own glass. She allowed him to bring it to her lips, savoring the deep, rich flavor. A bit of the wine remained on her lips, glossing them. Tempting him.

  He licked her lips, tasting her offering. “Say yes.”

  “Hell. I’m outta here. Have fun, you crazy kids.”

  Morgan was smiling as his brother left the condo, but Skye was mortified. She’d totally forgotten he was even there. “He’s going to hate me.”

  “Never.” Morgan took both their glasses and placed them on the table. “He understands more than you know.” She raised a brow, ready to question him on that, but he pressed his finger to her lips. “Say yes, Skye. Be mine.”

  She pretended to think about it, toying with one of the buttons of his shirt.

  “Please.”

  That tortured whisper filled all the empty places inside her. That she’d brought Strength itself to his proverbial knees meant more than all the prophecies, all the years spent under Yggdrasil. “Yes.”

  He let his forehead rest against hers and groaned. “Thank fuck.” His hand curled around the back of her head and he took her mouth, plundering her like the Viking god he had always been.

  She didn’t know which one of them moaned, and she didn’t care. All she knew was she had to get this man naked now. She’d longed to see him naked, visited that particular fantasy almost every night for years before she’d lost herself, and now she was going to see everything she’d always dreamed of.

  She pulled free of his mouth. “Bedroom?”

  “Too far.” He tugged her shirt off over her head. “Table good?”

  She giggled. She’d reduced him below Viking, her lover grunting like a caveman as his shirt flew across the room.

  “Your turn.” He inched her back until her ass hit the edge of the kitchen table, tugging her pants down. He grunted again, rolling his eyes when she began laughing in earnest. “A little help here? Kick off your shoes, maybe?”

  She did, leaning back against the table with a happy sigh. She loved playing with lovers, knowing it was safe to laugh even in the midst of something so important. Morgan shook his head as he eased her pants off, smiling until he realized that all she wore was the lacy pink bra and panty set. “Oh, fuck me stupid. This is what you wear under your clothes?” He visibly swallowed as she shoved the cups of the bra down, exposing her breasts to his gaze. “I’m doomed.”

  She ran her hands down her chest, pinching her own nipples. “Uh-huh.”

  He growled, watching as she ran her hands over her stomach. “Never mind. You’re doomed. I’m never letting you go again.”

  She looked up at him from under her lashes. “Good. Because if you do I’m going to hunt you down and do some really horrible, nasty things to you.”

  He unclasped her bra, some of the driving urgency gone. “Like what?”

  There was one thing boys, no matter what their age, feared more than anything else. “Sic Mama Jeanne on you.”

  He glared at her, but humor lurked in the expression, ready to burst at any moment. “You play dirty.”

  She toyed with the lacy top of her panties. “Uh-huh.”

  He lowered his head to her shoulder, his whiskers rasping against her skin. She shivered, the desire to play one game fading as the desire to begin another filled her. “That’s just evil.”

  “Your point being?”

  Every thought left her head as he licked one of her exposed nipples, tasted it, savored it until it was a diamond point against his tongue. When she took his head in her hands and guided him to her other breast he took the hint, loving on both nipples equally. She whined, ready to beg him for anything he was willing to give if only he’d quench the fire he’d caused to rage inside her.

  Morgan delved beneath the edge of her panties, stroking her clit with sure, even strokes that sent her over the edge with a startled cry.

  He didn’t let up, not for a second, his fingers and tongue just…just…

  “Oh, god, Morgan. Right there.”

  He was too much, and it wasn’t enough, and soon she was keening in pleasure again as the orgasm ripped through her.

  He lifted his hand from her body, licking his fingers clean as she watched, enraptured by his every move. The heat in his gaze threatened to burn her as he took her mouth. The faint taste of her pleasure lingered on his tongue.

  They were both sheened with sweat, her panties and bra taken off her and tossed to the floor as he tasted her pussy, the want and need growing with each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue.

  “So sweet. I knew you’d be sweet.” He feasted on her, his expression at once tender and hungry.

  She sucked in a breath at his voice, the need and desire inside him overwhelming her. “More.”

  “And more, and more.” He smiled down at her as his cock nudged her opening. She gripped the edge of the table, bracing herself for what was coming. “Anything for you.” He kissed her, his mouth hard and hot on hers. “You look like a debauched angel.”

  “Come inside me, Morgan.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, reveling in the way he shuddered at her touch. “Make me yours.”

  “No one else gets you but me from now on.”

  “Never again, Morgan.” He’d ruined her for other men, and he hadn’t even entered her fully yet.

  He slid into her, the hard, hot length of him joining them together. “Stay with me.”

  She tightened around him, enjoying the way his big warrior’s body shook. “What about you? Does anyone else get you?”

  “Hell no.” He leaned down and took her mouth. “You’re it for me.”

  She looked up into his eyes and read the truth there. He loved her. He probably always had, and that knowledge settled everything for her. She would stay, would be with her lover, her warrior.

  It was her fate, and she embraced it gladly.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave in to the one thing she’d wanted all her life. “Love me, Morgan.”

  He shuddered. “Yes. Yes, Skye.”

  He started moving, dragging that hot cock of his in and out of her body, shutting her mind down to everything but the sensations he gifted her with. His fingers plucked at her nipples, the twinge of pain and pleasure zooming straight down to her clit. She held on to his arms for dear life, the sharp edge of orgasm closer and closer to cutting her open, exposing forever the heart he’d always owned, if only he’d known it.

/>   His eyes scrunched closed, his movements becoming more and more uncoordinated. “Come for me, Skye. C’mon, baby. Come for me.”

  His thumb stroked her clit once, twice, three times and she screamed. Her nails dug into his arms as the orgasm shook her whole body. She shuddered beneath him, her legs pulling him into her as she convulsed around him.

  His body locked, his limbs quivered and a groan escaped his mouth. He came, filling her with his warmth, his expression a grimace of pleasure. He leaned down until his forehead touched the tabletop, his panting breaths hot against her neck.

  “Morgan, we need… Aw, man.”

  Her eyes flew open in horror as Magnus’s voice washed over her, the amused disgust not helping her embarrassment one little bit. That Morgan had frozen, bent over, his softening cock still half inside her, told her that he wasn’t handling his brother’s sudden intrusion any better than she was.

  When Magnus spoke again, it took everything in her not to buck Morgan off her with her laughter. “Shit, dude. I mean, c’mon. I eat there.”

  Morgan flicked his brother the finger, but not once did he lift himself off her body. “What do you want, asshole?”

  “Asshole? I’m the asshole? You’ve traumatized my Cheerios!”

  Morgan lifted his head just far enough that he could share a look with Skye, the laughter almost breaking free as they gazed at one another. “Why did you come back?”

  “Logan and Kir want to powwow at their place, but I’d suggest you both put on pants before strolling over.” As Magnus made to leave the condo, out of the corner of her eye she caught him shaking his head. “What is it with this family and fucking in kitchens?” He shook his finger at them as he strode out the door. “This right here is why I eat out!”

  The door slammed shut behind him, and they burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

  Chapter Eight

  “Damn it, it doesn’t work!”

  Skye flinched as Magnus punched the wall, rattling the entire condo in his rage. How he didn’t put a hole in the drywall was beyond her. Perhaps Logan had done more than just ward the brothers’ condo. Outside, lighting flashed from cloud to cloud as the son of Thor lost his temper. They’d had the pendant for a week, and nothing, absolutely nothing had happened.

  “Magnus, calm down.” Morgan’s gaze wasn’t on his twin, but on her. “You’re scaring Skye.”

  Magnus snarled and held up the silver pendant. “Are you fucking kidding me? Who cares about Skye?” He ignored Morgan’s answering growl and shook the pendant. “Mjolnir is fucking broken.”

  “It is not.” Morgan moved until he stood between her and his brother. She didn’t doubt for one single second that Magnus Grimm—no, Tate now—would cut off his own arm rather than hurt her or his brother, but Morgan didn’t appear to be taking any chances. “We just haven’t figured out how to activate it yet.”

  Skye had an idea or two, if only the stubborn brothers would stop yelling at each other and start listening. “Um, could I—”

  “It’s ours now. It should be working fine. But no, we’re stuck with a piece of fucking campy jewelry. When Odin comes for us we can bat our lashes and flash our bling. Who knows, maybe we’ll blind him!” Magnus tossed the pendant toward the fireplace, ignoring the crash as the silvery, opalescent glass tiles shattered. Damn. It was one of the nicest fireplaces she’d seen in a while too.

  Who’d have thought that Morgan and Magnus Gri—Tate would have modern tastes? The clean lines of the tan sectional sofa were offset by the focus wall of polished wood. Orange curtains and pillows were the only pops of color. Even the end tables were boxy, gleaming wood that matched the wood wall the sofa was against.

  The fireplace jutted out slightly into the room, and the brothers had painted it the same orange tone as the curtains and pillows, while the mantelpiece and surround matched the wood tones of the accent wall. The rest of the walls were pale beige. The wooden floors were a lighter color than the focal wall and the end tables, contrasting them and picking up the orange tones scattered throughout the room. It was sleek and modern, yet warm at the same time.

  She was certain it was far more Magnus’s taste than Morgan’s. She wondered how hard he’d argued with his brother for the orange colors that permeated the condo.

  “Great. Just great. Now Logan’s gonna get on my case too.” Magnus ran his hands through his hair. “Shit.”

  Morgan sighed. “Brother, it’s not that bad.”

  Magnus snarled again and began pacing. “If we can’t make it work, we can’t protect anyone, especially her.” He waved his hand at Skye. “You know that.”

  “I do, but flinging Mjolnir around and yelling isn’t going to solve the problem.”

  Magnus threw his arms up in the air. “It worked for Dad!”

  Morgan was silent for a moment. “We’re not Dad.”

  Skye cleared her throat. That was the whole point, the one both men were missing. “I think you should—”

  “I know that.” Skye flinched as lightning flashed across the sky once more, but Magnus was on a tear now and there would be no stopping him. “I know! But you finally got—” His gaze darted to Skye, and with that single worried glance she understood just how long Morgan had wanted her and how far Magnus was willing to go in order for his brother to keep her. “And now she’s in danger and the fucking thing is nothing more than a trinket.”

  As flattering as that was, without Morgan’s help Magnus would never get Mjolnir to work.

  “In the gods’ home Vithar and Vali shall dwell, When the fires of Surt have sunk; Modi and Magni shall Mjolnir have

  When Vingnir falls in fight.”

  “She’s right. Modi and Magni, brother. Both of us are necessary to make it work.”

  Magnus rolled his eyes and began pacing again. “Wonderful. We’re joined at the hammer.” Morgan snorted out a laugh, but Magnus ignored him. “And when it comes time to fight, Morgan? What then? Let’s say we finally figure out how to get Mjolnir from limp to legendary.” Skye giggled, cutting it off when Magnus glared at her. He really needed to calm down before Morgan smacked him one. “What then? We play monkey in the middle?”

  Skye held up her hand. “I vote for Grimm as the monkey.”

  Magnus just stared at her for a moment. “Can’t you go make sandwiches or something?”

  “Magnus.”

  Morgan’s low, warning tone should have clued his brother in on how upset he was getting, but Magnus seemed to ignore the tone. “No offense, but unless you can tell me how to make Mjolnir work I think you should stay out of this.”

  Skye shrugged. “I just did.”

  “Ugh!” Magnus threw his hands in the air. “The only thing you told us was that we’d get Mjolnir when Dad died.”

  “You have to work together to get it to work properly.” She took a step toward Magnus, despite Morgan’s scowl. Magnus wouldn’t hurt her no matter how angry he got. “You and your brother are needed. It won’t work with just one of you.”

  “Great. Wonderful. So without Morgan I can’t make the hammer big.”

  She tried so hard not to laugh. “Um…ew.”

  Just for a moment, Magnus’s natural sense of humor almost broke through his anger and frustration. She could see him biting back his laughter, but then Morgan picked Mjolnir up and tossed it at Magnus. “Here, bro.”

  Whatever Morgan had planned on wasn’t what happened. Mjolnir hit Magnus with all the force of the hammer of the gods, knocking him off his feet and into the wall.

  “Shit, Magnus.” Morgan rushed to his brother’s side, his expression horrified. “I just thought if I tossed it at you that maybe it would work.”

  Magnus grunted, the wind obviously knocked out of him.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Magnus lifted the silver pendant off his chest and dropped it to the floor beside him. He took a deep breath and groaned. “I’m really getting tired of that shit.”

  Morgan placed his hand over the place
where Mjolnir had struck Magnus and grimaced. “We can make this work, Magnus. Give it time.”

  Skye nodded, even though neither brother was paying any attention to her. “Both you of you, put your hands on Mjolnir.”

  The brothers looked over at her. Morgan was still crouched by his brother’s side, his hand still on Magnus’s chest. Morgan turned back to his brother, and Magnus cocked an eyebrow at him. “It’s worth a shot.”

  “What’s the worst that could happen, right?”

  Magnus rolled his eyes. “I get tossed across the room again, that’s what.”

  “Better you than me.” Morgan laughed as he ducked his brother’s swipe. “Let’s make this thing work.”

  Magnus nodded and put his hand on top of the pendant.

  Morgan’s hand joined his brother’s.

  Nothing happened.

  They both turned to Skye once more, Magnus looking annoyed and Morgan looking puzzled. “Now what?”

  She shrugged. “Wonder Twin powers, activate?”

  Morgan lost it, falling on the floor as he laughed his ass off.

  Magnus banged his head repeatedly against the wall. “I hate you all.”

  Skye rolled her eyes. “It’s your hammer now. Yours. Stop thinking of it as Thor’s.” She believed that was at least half the problem, the other half being neither of them were listening to their guts. “What are your instincts telling you to do with it?”

  Magnus was back to glowering at her. “Shove it up—”

  “Magnus.” And Morgan was back to growling at his twin. This was great. At this rate Mjolnir would never respond to them.

  “Fine.” Skye headed for the front door. “Refuse to work with one another and the stupid thing will just stay a pretty piece of silver. Grimm wins, the end.”

  She was in the air, held in Morgan’s arm, before her hand touched the doorknob. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  She blew her hair out of her eyes. “Are you two going to play nice with each other? Or am I going home?”

  Morgan freaking growled, and thunder rattled the building.

  “Okay then.” She cleared her throat. “Put me down, please?”