Filed to story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
Astrea did not remember her other lives, but right now, even though she had been with him just a few days ago, it seemed like he hadn’t touched her in years.
She needed him like air. Needed to feel him, to belong to him, and from the flames burning in his eyes, she could tell he fell the same way
Just this once. This once, she would be selfish and let them forget the world outside this balcony existed. They could save everyone later. Together. Not now…
She did not have to tell him a word because they both were clearly thinking the same thing as their bodies magnetically pulled towards each other lips crashing, breathing mingled, hands grasping.
Fenrir pinned her against the wall in one swift move, his hot tongue descending on her delicate neck that was finally free from another man’s mark.
A whimper left her mouth because it felt so good. Her so-called mate touched her just a few minutes ago, but the primal physical reaction she had to Fenir’s caresses couldn’t be compared to anything. This was the man she loved, the one whose touch she craved.
Tonight, they would reign in their desires.
And they would enjoy it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, ripping off the top button of his shirt. A long scar ran up from his chest and she traced it with her tongue, eliciting a growl of approval from him. His erection was pressing onto her stomach, and she slid her hands to unbuckle his pants.
This was probably the worst place to do this, but they couldn’t postpone this even for a second.
Not to mention, they were used to expressing their love in the worst places.
Fenir lifted her up and placed her on top of the balcony rail, securing her with just one hand as if she weighed nothing. It was one of the top floors, and she felt gravity pulling her down, yet at the same time, she knew that with this man, she was safe.
He dipped his head at the crook of her neck, brushing off the fabric of her dress and draping her leg around his waist as she reached for his hard c*ck and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it in torturous moves that made him snarl into her.
“You are mine,” he stated. Not asked.
“Always and forever,” she confirmed, feeling his hand pulling her lacy thong aside, two fingers probing her wetness, followed by a growl of approval. She clenched his shaft tighter, guiding it to her entrance as Fenrir slipped the fabric of her dress down to reveal her breast and almost instantly sucked on one of her n*****s, making it hard.
She arched her back for him, wanting to feel him more.
Everywhere. All the time.
Anyone could walk in here. Anyone could see them if they knew where to look.
Yet none of them cared as he thrust into her, filling her and making her feel whole again.
“‘Damn it, Astrea, he groaned against her as he started moving. Those were not gentle caresses anymore. Raw primal need overwhelmed them both as he withdrew and slammed back into her to the hilt, watching her breasts echo his movement, only arousing him more.
She was divine. Radiating desire as he watched her beautiful body spread for him against the canvas of the city below. So gorgeous and all his.
Only one thing in the entire world was ever his, but it was the one he couldn’t live without.
Her fingers dug into his flesh, not to hold herself. She knew he took care of that. This was the only way she could express the pleasure she was getting from him now.
He shoved into her roughly again, watching her scream as the wind whipped her silvery-white hair. Again and again, he pounded into her with all his might, and she moaned his name just the way he liked it.
He was unleashed. After years and years of waiting, he could finally have her again.
“More!” she begged. “Don’t stop!”
“Not going to!” he groaned, grasping her a.ss to bring her even closer to him. “All mine!”
Beads of sweat formed on both their bodies as she screamed her release, not caring if the whole world heard them.
Let them listen.
Fenrir watched her, not being able to stop and letting her ride her climax before he finally tipped over the edge and came into her, his seed overflowing as he desperately tried to seal it deeper within her.
Until he finally stopped, the world around them spinning as he held her in his arms as if she was the most precious thing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his chest, and tears silently falling from her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered to him.
“I love you too,” he placed a kiss on the top of her head, knowing what she was going through now. The mix of happiness and pain was their constant companion.
“We lost so much time!” she said, not able to look at him.
“I know.” He sighed, covering her from the cruel reality in his enormous arms. “But I’d do it all over again, even for a fleeting moment of love with you.”
A chuckle escaped her, which turned into a sob.
They lost so much.
They still could lose each other again.
“Vidar wants to destroy this realm.” The words left her against her will. She did not want to talk about this. Not really. She wanted to enjoy her moment with the love of her life.
But she couldn’t be selfish anylonger. He had to know this.
“Whatever for?” Fenrir furrowed his brows and looked at her, searching her face for answers.
“He thinks this realm is the reason the gods are dying,” she told him the truth. “And he believes you and Joran are to blame for this because you blessed too many mortals.”
“Gods were dying long before that.” He sighed and pulled her dress back up to cover her breast, throwing his head back not to look at her still hard nipples.
“I know!” she agreed with him as he gently took her off the railing. “But he insists this realm ruins the balance. He wants to destroy it to strengthen the divine one.”
“He is something!” Fenrir growled. “Someone was killing off the gods. Some power. It’s not like they were dying from sickness. There is something else.”
“Do you know what?” she glanced at him, and he brushed his fingers through her silky hair simply because he couldn’t help himself.
“I met them just once. Long time ago,” he said. “They call themselves Hunters.”
“Who are they?” she asked.
“Who knows?” Fenrir shook his head. “They wanted to kill the gods, and I had nothing against it. Maybe that was why they left me alone. But it was so many centuries ago
Now I wish I knew more.”
“Maybe if we tell this to Vidar-“
“That prick would never listen,” the wolf exhaled heavily. ” Besides, he may have a point. Blessing a champion takes away from the divine source. Despite being banished from Asgard and not able to enter it, we are still both connected to the source by blood. When we blessed all those mortals, it definitely took its toll.”
“Still, we can’t let him do that!” She looked up at him with her beautiful starry eyes, the whole universe trapped in them.
“We won’t,” Fenrir pulled her closer. “He has to be dealt with, anyway. I can’t stand him anywhere near you, and you still need a divinity, which, trust me, I am getting you.”
She knew he meant it, and her lips curled into a smile as she allowed herself to close her eyes and enjoy this moment with him.
“Mark me” she whispered, making him flinch.
Fenrir stopped and distanced her slightly from him, so that he could see her face and the determination written all over it.
“Are you – sure?” he asked, his voice so different from his usual tone.
The question stung her a bit. Did he really have to ask?
“It’s just-” the wolf cleared his throat, “we are gods, and gods don’t mark each other that way. Technically-“
Astrea cupped his cheek gently, making him lock his eyes with hers.
“I love you more than life,” she smiled at him through tears forming in her eyes, “I loved you in every lifetime, every scenario, every time we met. I loved you when the whole universe was against us, and every power that ever existed wished to tear us apart. I will love you whether this world stands or perishes into oblivion. Through the chaos and destruction, I always hold on to you, and you never disappoint. So, yes, Fenrir, I really want it. I want to bear your mark wherever you are willing to place it, because I want everyone to see who I belong to. Because it was my choice!”
He sucked in a sharp breath and wanted to reply, but her soft fingers touched his lips. She wasn’t done yet.