Alpha Orion ’s face clouded and, turning his axe head up, he rammed the haft into Cunt’s mouth, gloating as the man choked and gagged, grabbing at his throat until eventually going motionless. No one talked as Alpha Orion straightened. “Ready the horses. We bike through the night to Vanda. Tristan cleared his throat.They cut the lines and scattered the horses. It will take some time to trace them down.” “We don’t have time,” Lyra remarked. “You heard him—every king in the Southern region is coming for her.” “We’ve lost a third of our men,” Tristan remarked. We should return to the Mystic Rune pack. Blood dribbled down Alpha Orion ’s face, and I found myself staring at what seemed like fragments of skull trapped in his beard. “No,” he said. The specter said that if Andronika isn’t able to give sacrifice on the first night of the full moon her thread will be cut short. And if she’s dead, I shall not realize my destiny. How many will die in the endeavor to
The conversation was impossible as Tristan led me through the woods paths, my attention all for steering my horse, a small bay mare that Alpha Orion had picked for her mild temper, for I was not the most accomplished rider.We did not ride alone. Philomela ran at my horse’s heels, along with one of Alpha Orion ’s men.The king had requested the skald come with us to witness our trial and the warrior to carry the horses back to the main group, retreat was not an option.Given what the skald had told me about how her magic functioned, I didn’t understand why her presence was required, but Alpha Orion refused to accept my plea that the woman remain with the main group.The air grew colder as we climbed, patches of snow clinging to the shadows of the pine trees, the horses’ hooves crunching in the bed of needles and filling my nose with their aroma. Ahead, Hammar loomed.The mountain was truly hammer-shaped, the north, east, and west sides near-vertical cliffs, though Tristan reported
I’d imagined the tunnel would immediately rise in some staircase inside the rock, but what greeted us instead was a path that dug further into the mountain. Gouts of steam hissed from crevices in the floor, forcing us to time each step lest we be scalded. Tristan ’s axe shed a pool of light that reached only a half dozen feet, the darkness seeming to swallow the brilliance of the god-fire.“Do you think she’s spying for Alpha Orion ?” “Of course she is,” Tristan said.She’s the perfect spy, for everyone answers her questions in the hope of a mention in one of her songs. Even if they didn’t, she’s constantly lurking in the corners, watching and listening. You’d do well to heed your words around her.” On that, he could have a point, but…“I feel bad for her.”“Why? She’s given everything.”“There’s something sad about her. I shook my head, unable to provide a rationale for the feeling. Besides, Philomela, and whether or not she was spying for Alpha Orion , was hardly my main concer
Great shuddering shrieks emanating from every direction and none. Voices beyond number, their shouts full of sadness and pain and anger. Drums not of this world took the place of cries, the quick pace accented by sounds of footfalls. Not boots or shoes or even the slam of bare feet, but the scratch of… bones against a stone.And they were growing closer.“Run!” I gasped, but Tristan had already hooked his hand around my wrist, forcing me upward.Terror chased away my fatigue and I took the steps three at a time, shield thumping against my back. The steps ended, and Tristan cut right down a narrow tunnel, taking me with him.Then he slid to a stop.I slammed with him, his chain mail biting into my forehead as my skull rebounded off his shoulder.Stunned, I gazed past him.Part of me wishes I hadn’t.Four skeletal beings rushed toward us, their shapes lit by a peculiar green light. Scraps of leather and armor hung from their emaciated frames, frightening war cries booming out of thei
Well, I’m not one of them.” I peered into his eyes, which mirrored the fire of his axe. His quick breath was hot across my cheeks, his fingers still grasping me hard, my mail-clad breasts touching his chest.“And before you start arguing, allow me to remind you that I don’t give a damn about what you think when what you think is complete nonsense.”Tristan heaved out a laugh.If the gods decide you are not an alpha kingmaker, Born-in-Fire, you should become a skald. People would gather from all around to hear the poetry of your words. Philomela would be out of a job.”My cheeks reddened.You are ridiculous, Tristan .A smirk forced its way onto his face. “Perhaps later. I doubt it was the last we’ve seen of the orcs, and while meeting my end with my lips pushed against your backside would not be the worst death, I don’t think it will earn me a spot in the underworld.”My skin was flaming, but I managed to get out, “I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first backside licker to enter the underw
That’s not fair,” I cried, unable to restrain my anger. “The cursed dead do not deserve terms set for mortals.”The Orcs alpha laughed again. “Perhaps so, child of Freyja, but Tristan Firehand issued the challenge.” His teeth clacked together, flakes of black dripping from them.“Now we shall see what his reputation is worth to him.” I opened my mouth to argue, but Tristan stopped me off. “I agree.” He turned on his heel, storming at me. “I need your shield, Andronika. They are all half rotten.”“No,” I answered. “We fight. There’s a chance we can get through them.” Tristan shook his head. “I’ll not die a coward.”“Who cares?” The words tore from my throat. “They are the cursed dead—what does it matter what they think?”“It doesn’t.” His voice was clipped. “Do what you need to do to survive, Born-in-Fire. You aren’t bound by my word.”He set his burning axe on the ground near me, then reached for my shield. My power dissipated the moment the wood was out of my grip. “Trust Freyja
Those who’d ventured into these tunnels to look for the lost wealth and died for their efforts stayed, for it was not the alpha’s greed that had cursed them, but their own.Teeth clacking, they filtered into the chamber, nervously watching the burning axe that Tristan grasped once again. Fear fighting with an everlasting insatiable craving for living flesh. Tristan recovered my blade for me, and with my newfound awareness of my gift, I covered it with magic as we stood back-to-back. “There are fewer of them,” he mumbled. “Unlike the king’s men, these are not trained warriors.” Yet they had numbers. My grip tightened on my sword, rage swelling hot and quick inside me, drowning my dread. Fury that these shells of men would be the death of us despite all we’d done. Despite how hard we’d battled. Alpha Orion and the others declared that I was favored by the gods, but was this how they showed their favor? The orcs were tied here by the will of the gods and the will of th
A scuff of noise followed by the sound of scattered pebbles attracted my attention and I tensed, staring back the way we came. Tristan went still as well, but then he shook his head. “The orcs have vanquished, Andronika.They are not a threat any longer.” I knew that. Had witnessed it with my own eyes. My fingers hurt with stiffness, my skin is excruciatingly tight, a continual reminder of the instant my life had changed.“Where is Ivy’s poultice ?” Tristan asked. “You’re to use it every day.” The prospect of digging it out was tiresome. “I don’t need it.” “You do.” “I don’t know where it is.” Glancing up at him, I added, “You’re the one who is injured.”Don’t lie, given that half of his face was covered in dried blood, his sleeve was saturated in crimson, and I was sure he was sporting many bruises from his encounter with the Orcs Alpha “You’re right,” he answered. “Not only am I in a great deal of pain, but this cut”—he tapped his face—“was also from a rusty orcs bl
My bed was undulating under me, rising and sinking as though I’d had too much to drink, the sensation sending a rush of nausea through me. “Tristan,” I muttered, attempting to reach out to him. Except I couldn’t move my arms, scratchy rope locking my wrists together. My eyes jerked awake and brightness pierced into them like knives. At first, all I could see was white, but as I furiously blinked, my eyesight cleared to show the hull of a ship, booted legs all around me. Memory entered my head, of Alpha Maximus and his men arriving in the cavern. Of the reality of Tristan’s allegiances being revealed. Of corpses on the ground all around me, dead by my curse. Of Philomela, blowing smoke into my face as she betrayed her real loyalties. “Good to see you’re finally awake, Andronika . Alpha Maximus’words entered my ears, and I turned over, gazing up to meet his light gray stare. Where am I? “On a ship,” he said with a slight smirk, teasing me with the obvious. Then he lift
Good morning, Andronika .Alpha Maximus grinned, tucking a curl of golden brown hair behind his ear.It fills my heart with joy to see you hale and healthy after such a terrifying plunge. I confess, we feared the worst when Melisande knocked you into the water. But I should’ve known better than to distrust Tristan.” To distrust Tristan. His words pierced into my heart, locking me in place even as I heard Tristan emerge out of the cave behind me. Felt him take in the image of Alpha Maximus with his soldiers standing nonchalantly behind him, Tristan’s voice stiff as he said, “Why are you here?” A question I was profoundly worried he already knew the answer to. “We feared you might have been injured, so rather than allowing you to bring her to us, we came in search. Alpha Maximus took a step closer.While I understand your actions, they were too risky by far.You may have both been killed.” A low drone of noise filled my ears and sickness twisted in my gut, ideas rising and fal
I woke to morning light peeping in through the branches Tristan had used to hide the entrance to the cave, my ears filled with the sounds of trickling water, chirping, and Tristan breathing in my ear, still asleep.A joyful smile bloomed on my face, the purest kind of bliss widening my chest, and if not for the strain on my bladder, I’d have allowed myself to fall back to sleep. Sighing, I carefully lifted the thick arm draped over my belly, the fact that he didn’t so much as twitch telling to the depth of his sleep.Outside, morning had already come and gone, the sun over the horizon and the summer air heated. Nothing stirred except the light breeze in the trees, yet I heard the chatter of squirrels as they yelled at me for interrupting the quiet of the morning. Taking care of my requirements, I crept back into the cave to find Tristan still asleep, eyelashes dark where they rubbed against suntanned skin, his hair a tangled mess.As was mine.Frowning at the tangle that was my braids
I groaned softly as he put a finger inside of me, felt his chest rise as he discovered my moisture, my yearning. The thought began to stray as my blood raced quicker through my veins, his cock firm against my behind as he pleasured me. He’d told me everything I needed to know— that he wanted the future I dreamt of for us, and all that was left was for me to believe that he’d never lie to me.And I did trust him.More than anyone. Everyone else lied and twisted and used me to attain their aims or to protect themselves, leaving me cold and alone, but never Tristan. He was ever and always the rock at my back. My love. My life.Twisting in his arms, I straddled him, my knees pressed against the furs as his hands massaged my thighs. Firelight lighted half his face, the other half shadowy, but all of it so lovely I felt I would weep. “I love you,” I said, bending forward to kiss him. I trust you.And I wanted him.The urge to be filled throbbed deep in my sex. I stroked against him, slick
Every bit of me for all of eternity. I held his neck as he slammed into me again and again, with each stroke the base of him pushing against the region his thumb had abandoned. My claws ripped his skin, my heels pressing into the tight muscle of his arse as I dragged him into me, my climax teetering on the verge.Tristan kissed me, our teeth smashing together with the power of it, his tongue running over mine as he pushed into me, breathing hot and quick. Then his hands grasped my hips, nearly dragging me off the rock as he thrust deep.Release burst over me like a storm. Like a hurricane that would break the earth apart, my body quivered as it bathed me in ecstasy, drawing me back under each time I breached the surface. Never had I felt anything like that, the feeling washing away sight even as it drenched me in color, my ears full with the sound of my name on Tristan’s lips as he climaxed, flowing into me in a deluge hotter than the seas we swam in.He buried his face in my neck, mo
Tristan murmured my name as I stroked him root to tip, and heat that had nothing to do with the hot springs erupted in my core. The side of my palm caressed my slippery sex as I pumped his length, and I leaned back, thrusting into it even as I felt my climax grow. I want you in me,” I whispered, but Tristan seized hold of my wrists, his voice a snarl as he replied,I think first I must prove my worth, love.In that moment I may have sworn that nothing could flame my desire more than the way he’d shouted love, but then Tristan took me farther into the cavern, putting me down on a slope of rock worn smooth by water running from another chamber above. It was nearly hot enough to burn, running in rivulets of fire over my throat and breasts, between my legs, but I hardly felt it when Tristan split my legs wide, exposing me.A breath kept too long within my lungs, shuddered free as I glanced at him, massive and powerful as a god between my legs, ready for him to plunge into me. Waiting for
And lest he misinterpret my message, I seized hold of my mail and raised it over my head, tossed it aside, the tunic and undershirt I wore beneath fast following, baring my peaked breasts. Tristan snarled, his eyes black as he sank to his knees, grabbing the tip of one of my breasts in his teeth. I gasped as he sucked it deep, teeth nibbling to the point I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or agony, just that my thighs were sticky with the yearning for more.Not just more of his hands and lips on me, but mine on him. I wanted to taste that taut tattooed skin, to dig my claws into the firm curve of his muscles, to run my palm over his huge cock.So I pushed him back, stepping down into the pool, the heat of the water searing my skin as I backed further. “It’s hot,” I mumbled, reaching down to remove one shoe and then the other, flinging them past Tristan even as I held him in place with my eyes.As I took a step further, the water came to just above my hip bones. I unlaced my trousers,
Your father didn’t visit?” Tristan’s jaw was constricted. “Only when he wished for answers from her. My existence was the source of a great deal of friction between Lyra and him, so he never took me to Mystic Rune pack.”I hesitated, then added, “Did they not suspect you had god’s blood? My mother knew. He swallowed. “She forbade me to speak Thor’s name. One of my first recollections is of mom telling me that to do so would set me on the path to losing people I loved to fire and ash.He shook his head. “She painted these visions in my head of people screaming, people dying, and everything was always burning.”It was hard to hear that. Not only because she’d been correct, but in the attempt to prevent the doom she’d prophesied for him, Sage had filled her child’s brain with horrors that I felt persisted even now.“I was asleep one night,” he said.My mother shook me awake and told me to hide, pushing me under some blankets in a chest. Moments later, I heard a man’s voice. Heard him m
My stomach surged to my throat, my eyes plunging, down, down to the lethal froth of water and pebbles. A scream erupted but as it tore from my lips, it was Hlin’s and Freyja's name that spilled forth.Magic rushed from my hands, first enveloping Tristan and then my own body with silver light. A heartbeat later, we hit.Even with their protection, the impact forced the air from my lungs. And there was nothing to fill them as we soared higher, then ,we were pushed down into the riverbed again, the water trapping us in its ceaseless churn.Spinning us around and around till I didn’t know which way was up. My elbows touched rock but instead of the water drawing me higher in its relentless loop, Tristan tightened his grasp on me, pushing me along the riverbed.I needed to breathe.Desperate, I battled his grasp. I needed to reach the surface. Needed a gulp of oxygen even if it meant the falls taking me back under a second later.Tristan pulled my arms to my ribs, pulling me along the river