All Chapters of Unwanted Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MagnusI lay on my back in the hay above the horses with Bryndis riding me. Bjorn is between my legs entering her from behind. He holds a hand over her mouth to keep her silent.She has been between us hundreds of times before, and each time we have all found pleasure. Tonight, no matter how many times, or how many ways, she strangles our cocks, our release remains elusive. His eyes meet mine and I nod.Moving his hand to her throat, he cuts off her air until she goes limp. He pulls out of her before lifting her naked form off me. We leave her lying there as we move to the opening and then the clearing.Calling upon our beasts, we shift and take to the sky. Whenever we need to think, we go to the high mountain that overlooks the fjord. There is still snow here and it is cold when we land.Bjorn goes into the cave and tosses some furs to wrap around my body. He gathers wood and pulls on his beast to start the fire. We sit in silence beside the fire with furs wrapped around us.Neither

BjornEvery morning Isla gets up before the sun has risen. I really don’t know how she does it. She comes to bed before we leave for our nightly hunts and reads the books that were in her trunk that her father brought. They appear to be in the Anglican language, but I do not know enough of the script to read any of it.Often the tallow candle is still warm or smoking when we get back. If I were honest with Magnus, and with myself, all I want to do when we come to bed is bury my cock in her. But we cannot do that to her.If we set her aside, she needs to be intact. The southerners put more emphasis on this than we do. If she were the daughter of a Northman, we would bed her and think nothing else of it. Even if she had a mark, we could bed her since she does not wear purity chains.Since she is not of the Dragon Cult, we can do nothing but hold her. There is no way that I can tell Magnus that I also feel my beast bonding with her. Last night, when his beast went to her, I forbade mine

IslaA sennight has passed since the men left. During that time, the two brothers helped me with the garden and building a yard and house for the chickens. I chuckle to myself as I think of how confused they were when I started to cut the wings on the roosters.Sven and Tappen, along with their families, have been very kind. I learned that Vola is the daughter of their sister, she died two winters back and she returned to the village. The thought of having been welcomed like she was leaves me wondering how different I would be if I had a family that had wanted me.I don’t let my thoughts linger on this for long. There is no point in wishing that my father wanted me. He never wanted my mother, much less me. My mother’s death freed him from his obligation of the contract signed by my grandfathers with only one complication.Me. I am the complication that no one wanted.My grandmother did not want me, but she had no choice. My mother did not want me, everyone who knew her knew this. My f

BjornWe returned to the temple hall the morning after the second night. The seer and priestess sit in almost the exact same places. Once again, the seer is tending the fire and the priestess…. It looks like she’s making a pair of socks but that is a very un-priestess-like thing to do.Magnus and I leave our large collection of weapons on the table and go sit by the fire. He taps my knee and makes a slight motion towards the priestess. She is indeed knitting a sock with a bone Newell needle. At least I am not the only one that thinks it is a bit odd.“We have come to a conclusion,” the seer says. “We shall travel back with you. After we have met this woman–.”“Isla,” we both say at once and the priestess smirks.“Yes, yes, this Isla. After we meet with her and speak with her, then we will tell you what you should do.”Silence fills the area. This is not at all what we were expecting. We thought that they would give us some sage words of wisdom. Advise us to either claim her or set her

MagnusThe need to hunt the mark is intense. Almost overpowering. As we flew, the sensation changed.Bjorn seemed to be having the same problem that I was having at keeping his beast in the air. A wave of pleasure washes through me and I can feel a woman’s body trapped between mine and his.At the second wave, I can feel a shift coming. Shifting back into your human form in the sky is not a good idea. We must be having the same issue because Bjorn suddenly dives for the ground. I follow him.Our landings are rough and I roll across the ground. Wave after wave of pleasure and need course through me. The small rocks are digging into my back as I lay in my regular form. My beast has slunk away onto that other plain of existence where they live.Laying in the early summer grass, rocks pressing into my skin, I am unaware of any of it. All that I can feel is her body. It’s pressed between me and Bjorn even though he is at least two body lengths away from me.He’s on his hands and knees; hi