"It's nice for my ego, but you're mine, and I'm yours. You know it in your bones and blood. There's no separating us, baby," Imogen said.
Arawan kissed her, his desperate pounding never slowing down as he pinned her and fucked her into another universe. His free hand went to her clit.
"Come for me, consort," he hissed.
"Not my master," Imogen hissed back because she never knew when to quit.
Arawan gave her pussy a slap in retaliation, and she came so hard, she nearly blacked out.
"That's better," he purred before he pulled out and came hot all over her tits and soft belly. "Mine."
"Oh gods, you're such a beast," Imogen panted, her brain still not able to form proper sentences.
Arawan gripped her chin and turned her face towards him. "Yes, but I'myourbeast."
"Hell yeah, you are," she replied and kissed him. "And I'm never letting you go."
Arawan brushed a lavender lock back from her face. "And every time you pretend to forget it, darling, I'm going to remind you."
Imogen grinned wickedly. "How terrible for me."
4
Linnea sat by one of the bonfires with a basket at her feet. She watched the party around her while stitching together small red bags and filling them with dry herbs and flowers. They were charm bags, and if put under a pillow, the person would dream about their one true love. At least, that was what the tradition said.
Linnea adjusted the flower crown on her sunny blonde braids and returned to work. It had been years since she was kidnapped, and yet, large gatherings still made her uneasy. She was okay if she stayed a little out of the way and no one shouted too much near her. The wolves were always loud, and when they were partying, they were worse. They were still a little afraid of her, which she didn't mind.
"It's a good thing," her mentor, Gudrun, always told her. "A good völva always has to have a little mystique about her. The pack needs to know you do not favor anyone above another. They come to you for help and advice and expect it to be unbiased."
Linnea had always been wary of the wolves despite being one. The pack had come a long way in the years she was away,but that didn't erase how they completely turned a blind eye when her father had been beating the shit out of his family.
Do not think of it now. He is dead, and you are still alive.
That thought always comforted her. The wolves that had kidnapped her and had tried to sacrifice her to Fenris, the wolf god, had also died. Linnea was less comforted by that thought. No matter how many months passed, she still wasn't over that. She still dreamed of the great wolf asleep in the earth. Alone in a black void of nothing.
Sometimes, in the dreams, she would sit by his large paws and sing to him, knowing that they had disturbed him unnecessarily. Linnea's stitch slipped, and she hissed as the needle went into the pad of her thumb.
"Shit," she muttered and put the bleeding thumb to her lips.
"Are you okay?" a woman asked.
Linnea looked up and almost tipped backward off the bench chair she was sitting on. Freya was sitting on the other side of her basket, wearing a red linen summer dress, her hair in a braided crown.
Linnea knew it was Freya, not only because someone had taken a photo of her on their phones when she had arrived at the battle with Vili, but because Linnea had met with her during her dream walking. All the volvä were Freya's, and Linnea was to never forget it.
"Lady Freya," Linnea stammered and lowered her head.
"None of that, child. I am here just as Freya tonight," the goddess replied. Her eyes were as golden as her necklace Brísingamen hanging around her throat.
"You honor us with your presence," Linnea replied because it never hurt to be polite to a deity. Especially a goddess of war.
"You honor me by lighting the fires and sewing love charms," Freya replied and lifted a cup of mead to her mouth. "Besides, there are things we need to talk about, my little völva."
Linnea put her sewing down. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing yet, but tonight is a good night to talk with family and tell some truths," Freya replied and nodded toward the far side of the field. Linnea caught sight of another god walking amongst them. Alruna was talking with a tall god, with an eye patch over one eye.
"Odin is here too?" she squeaked.
