EIGHT
MAGNI
My face was definitely not a fan of Bjarni’s fist. Loki may not have been a god of war, but the biggest of his sons sure had hands like one.
And the Jotunn f***s had me at a disadvantage, what with me being buck n***d and still weak at the knees from the hardest release I’d ever had. f*****g an omega was always a treat, but I hadn’t been prepared for how completely Annabel’s sweet cunt had drained me with its fluttering squeezes on my knot. It was almost like her pretty little p***y had sucked part of my life essence right out of my d**k, leaving me dazed as I fought the i***t alphas who’d tried and failed to claim her for their own lineage.
Annabel might not understand the full picture, but that didn’t matter. I hadn’t claimed her for her sake, though she should be gratefu
