Morgan's Fate

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.”