“It is not your body resisting me.” He began stroking her pussy with a series of firm thrusts, taking all the control she had imposed on herself and demanding she accept his will.
Fate’s restraint broke. She desperately wanted the pleasure of the hard length inside of her. Starved for the need that was pushing for relief, she began thrusting backwards, his cock sliding in to the hilt. Once embedded deep within, he began thrusting harder, and Fate arched her back, wanting more. He gave it to her over and over with his cock and fingers torturing her. It took little time for her climax to build.
Biting the arm braced next to her, she managed to stifle the screams at the pleasure she felt.
He did not slow or give her a chance to recover but flipped her on her back and slid her toward him, placing her legs on his shoulders. The position drove his cock deeper, and after her orgasm, she was able to take him without pain.
His hard strokes pushed her down into the soft mattress as they grew faster and Fate felt his climax deep within her.
She closed her eyes as she tried to regain her equilibrium. As she came down from the high, drowsiness overcame her, and she struggled to stay awake, wanting to enjoy their last night together.
Strong arms lifted her, placing her in the center of the bed.
“Go to sleep.” His gentle whisper belied the order in his voice.
Fate felt his weight next to her and a soft kiss was placed on her lips before he pulled her close. She lay across his chest, her legs between his while his hand played with the dark curls of her hair as she slipped into a deep slumber with his heart beating in her ear.
Fate woke sometime later in that endless night to her arms clasped above her head, his mouth at her breast and his cock thrusting deep within her sore cunt. Her thighs gripped him closer and her hips greedily matched his thrusts. The orgasm took longer this time, her body already sated, yet the wildness in him brought out her response, and her climax lasted until he took her in his arms, rubbing her belly to soothe her.
The dawn brought a gentle glow that filtered into the bedroom, waking Fate from her exhausted slumber. She was lying on her side with a muscular arm draped across her stomach, his hand buried in her cunt, playing with her. A blush burned her face at the loss of control she had experienced during the night.
She stayed still, wanting to enjoy what he was doing just a few moments more…
“I know you are awake.” Fate tensed. That rough voice was not Valentine’s.
She tore herself free, jumping from the bed, afraid to turn back and look at who it held.
Harsh laughter stopped her flight, making her turn back to face her worst nightmare. Odin was sprawled across her bed naked with his cock raised and ready.
“Cover yourself!”
Odin leaned back on her bed, not attempting to cover himself. Even in her anger, however, Fate could not deny to herself how glorious he looked.
“How did I know you were going to play it this way?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Bastard, you knew I thought Valentine had come to me,” Fate denied his accusation.
Odin shook his head negatively. “You knew I wasn’t Valentine in your dream and you knew for damn sure I wasn’t him when I entered this room. You called my name.”
“How did you know I dreamt of you?” Fate questioned suspiciously. Her eyes fell on to the golden chalice by her bedside. A servant had given it to her at the party and she had unwittingly carried it home in her hurry to leave. It was Odin’s own Chalice. He had used it to gain entrance to her bedroom.
“You tricked me into calling for you! Since when did you have to use magic to get a woman?” Fate’s scornful voice had Odin sitting up in the bed.
“I did not trick you,” he denied angrily.
Fate bit her lip. Aggravated with herself, she took it out on him. “You know I loathe you—that I would never willingly give myself to you—so you cheated your way into my bedroom.”
“I did not cheat or trick you. I merely took advantage of a fortuitous occurrence. The chalice was in your hand when you left.” He sneered at her. “You’ve wanted me for centuries, yet you have lacked the courage to take what you wanted. As always, you deny yourself and run from me.”
“I do not run. I will never be one of your women.” Fate stood proudly before him.
Odin laughed. “You stand before me naked—your body bearing my marks, my seed still in your womb—and still you deny you knew it was me. Valentine, in all the centuries you were together, never made you feel as you did last night.”
Fate jerked as if he had struck her. She had been one of a very small group of Goddesses that could lay claim to Odin never having her. The fact that she could no longer boast of that accomplishment along with his frank honesty were almost too much to bear.
As Odin gracefully rose from the bed, Fate took a step back. He paused, and with a scathing smile, he unashamedly dressed himself in the black leather pants he had worn in her dream. He stuffed his still hard cock into the tight confines and laced them before giving Fate his attention.
“Get out!” Fate yelled.
He nodded his head, but before Fate could react, he swiftly grabbed her and pulled her close to his hard body. Fate tried to struggle free, which was a useless effort.
Odin’s hand buried itself in the tangled mess of her hair, forcing her to meet his cold, silver eyes. “You will come begging to me.” His voice was filled with dark promise.
“Never.” Fate’s frightened eyes shied away from his.
“I have an eternity to wait, and patience as a warrior is my greatest strength.”
Fate turned her face back to him. “You are no warrior. You used trick
ery to gain what you wanted. You are no better than Zeus.”
Odin’s lips tightened, but he ignored her insult. “The next time you scream my name, you will not be able to deny whose cock is fucking you.” Fate struggled harder, though she still could not gain her freedom until he was certain she had heard his final threat. “My bed will be your prison and I will never let you go.”
Fate looked at him defiantly until she saw he spoke the truth. As flash of premonition struck and fear clenched her stomach, he was satisfied that she finally understood and released her.
Fate immediately spun away and grabbed the chalice, throwing it at him, but he was already gone. The chalice hit the wall, breaking into pieces.
Chapter 2
Nine Months Later
Fate found the woman she was seeking in Odin’s garden. She was sitting quietly; the sadness in her eyes had not ebbed. She had lost weight and her gown hung from her shoulders. The stone bench she sat on was near the pond, the enclosed area surrounded by flowers and calming. Fate could understand why she spent time here.
Fate approached Joro where she sat on a stone bench staring into the sky. The crying child alerting her to their presence.
Fate was still weak, having just given birth, but she was determined that her task be carried out as soon as possible. She was not about to let another do it for her.
Joro looked up as she saw Fate’s approach with the squalling infant in her arms. Joro barely managed to catch the bundle that Fate thrust into her arms.
“He’s now yours.” Joro looked down at the squirming baby then back at Fate’s flushed, stoic face.
“But he is your child, Fate!”
“He is no child of mine; he is now your son.” Fate saw the two ravens flying overhead, landing nearby on the balustrade, well within hearing range. Odin would know every word spoken.