Morgan's Fate

at Morgan. “Dickhead. You call it next time.” Morgan lost it as Magnus picked the small silver hammer off his forehead and flicked the tiny piece of silver at him. “Asshole.”

Logan leaned in and stared at them all, grinning widely. “Oh, hey. You found Mjolnir!”

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.