Chapter 5 - Freya #2
“Tor helped us reach you. Are you safe? Are you hurt?”
Rowan’s arms squeezed tight around me, solid and reassuring. “I’m fine.” His gaze moved to Tor, assessment and gratitude mingling in his expression, along with a strange wariness. “Thank you.”
“We’re pack,” Tor said simply. “We protect our own.” His eyes scanned Rowan with undisguised interest. “The feral one. I’ve seen you in Freya’s thoughts.”
I slid down Rowan’s body so they could meet each other properly.
“Rowan, this is Torsten. Tor, this is Rowan.”
Rowan stepped forward, his golden eyes assessing Tor with the careful scrutiny of a predator. But there was no hostility in his stance, only wary curiosity.
“And we’ve heard about you,” he replied. “Freya’s sixth mate. The Odinswolf.”
Tor inclined his head in acknowledgment. “I’m glad to see Freya surrounded by protective mates.” His eyes returned to mine, softening. “Though I know she’s quite capable of protecting herself.”
“You found her in your dreams, just as Zak and I did,” Rowan said.
“Yes. I’ve been seeking out other Odinswolves almost my entire life. So, I’ve been hunting Freya a long time.”
“We all were,” Zak answered.
Rowan added, “Some of us just didn’t know it at first.”
Their compliments warmed me, but we were all here for a reason, and if any of us woke up before we finished…
“Rowan, I want to bring Tor into the Bonded link with the rest of us,” I said.
“And then we’ll all be able to speak with him… outside of dreams,” Rowan realized.
Tor inclined his head, then turned to study me. Even without a mate bond to him yet, I sensed his hesitation. Did he think this was all out of a sense of duty and obligation?
“Sorry I’m impatient,” I smiled at Tor. “I can’t wait until you reach us in person.”
Tor smiled, his ice-blue eyes warming. “Nor can I. Seven is a powerful magical number, Freya. With your six mates, you will create a perfect magical heptagram.” He gestured, and a glowing seven-pointed star appeared in the air between us.
“Seven represents completion and protection. It’s no coincidence that you’re meant to have six mates. ”
When I focused on that glowing symbol, I could see how my Bonded links and mate bonds created the seven points. One pointed toward me, and three more toward Zak, Rowan, and even Tor. The other three points marked where my mate bonds with Flint, Gage, and Heath connected to me.
“So if we complete the Bonded circle tonight…”
“We all become stronger,” Zak confirmed. “More connected. More protected.”
Tor’s gaze shifted to Rowan. “Including you, in Denraider.”
Rowan’s golden eyes took on a determined gleam.
“How do we do it?” he asked. “How do we bring Torsten into the Bonded circle from here, in a dream?”
Zak’s lips curved in a proud smile as his eyes met mine. “The same way Freya bonded with me,” he said softly.
“That was during her heat,” Rowan pointed out.
The air in the dreamscape seemed to thicken, charged with possibility and desire.
Zak moved closer to me, his eyes darkening. “That’s true. We believe the magic of Freya’s heat acted like a Bonding ceremony, pulling me in from a distance.”
“But I’m not in heat now,” I explained to Tor. “And since I bonded Zak instinctively…” I trailed off, feeling like the holes in this plan were growing larger by the second.
Tor looked anything but defeated. His voice full of confidence, he said, “Your Odinswolf powers are stronger than you realize, my mate. Especially here, in the dreamscape, where we hold the power to make dreams reality.”
He held out his hand to me, palm up. “Do you choose me, as I choose you?”
My heart raced as I reached for his hand. “I do,” I said, the words feeling ancient and powerful on my tongue.
As our fingers touched, a spark of electricity danced between us. Behind me, Zak and Rowan moved closer, their warmth at my back a reassuring presence.
“And as her Bonded, I also choose you to join our Bonded circle,” Zak said, taking my free hand, and then Tor’s.
“As do I,” Rowan added, drawing my other hand away from Tor’s so he could hold hands with us both.
The moment their hands clasped, bringing all four of us together, something shifted in the dreamscape.
The stars overhead blazed brighter, and the snow beneath our feet began to glow.
Power surged unlike anything I’d experienced before — not the wild rush of my lightning or the structured flow of witch magic, but something deeper, more primal.
Tor’s eyes locked with mine, glowing with an ethereal blue light.
“Now,” he whispered, “we claim each other.”
Tor’s words hung in the air between us, a promise and an invitation.
In the dreamscape, reality bent to our desires, and I felt my body respond, heat rushing between my legs.
The clearing around us shifted again, the snow melting away to reveal soft moss beneath our feet, the air warming to caress our skin.
“Yes,” I breathed, the single word carrying the weight of my choice.
Tor’s ice-blue eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his tall form towering over me. Without hesitation, he cupped my face in his large hands, his touch gentle despite the power I could feel humming beneath his skin.
“I’ve waited so long to find you,” he murmured, his accent thickening with emotion.
Then his mouth was on mine, and the world fell away.
His kiss was different from my other mates’ — not demanding like Gage’s or playful like Heath’s, not reverent like Flint’s or wild like Rowan’s, nor hungry like Zak’s.
Tor kissed like a man who had crossed oceans and mountains, searching his entire life to find his mate, with relief and wonder and belonging all mingled together.
I melted against him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. He tasted of winter winds and honey, starlight and secrets. As our tongues met, I felt something click into place inside me, a piece of a puzzle I hadn’t realized was incomplete.
Behind me, I heard Zak’s appreciative hum and felt Rowan’s body heat against my back as he moved closer.
Tor’s hands slid down my back, leaving trails of tingling awareness in their wake.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. His gaze lifted over my shoulder, including Zak and Rowan in his words. “All of you.”
In the dream, all boundaries seemed fluid as our desires flowed together, our clothes fading away alongside our inhibitions. Anything seemed possible.
Zak stepped to my side, his dark skin gleaming in the starlight. “May I?” he asked, his eyes on Tor.
Tor’s smile was slow and inviting. “Please.”
I watched, breathless, as Zak leaned in to kiss Tor.
Their mouths met with a spark of magic that illuminated the air around them — witch and Odinswolf, both types of magic descending from Odin’s teachings.
Tor’s large hand came up to cup the back of Zak’s neck, holding him steady as their kiss deepened.
The sight of them together sent a surge of heat through me, pooling low in my belly. I felt Rowan press against my back, his arms encircling my waist, his lips finding the sensitive spot where Gage had claimed me before moving upward.
“Look at them,” he growled softly in my ear. “Your mates.”
“Our mates,” I corrected, reaching behind me to tangle my fingers in his wild hair.
With the certainty of dreams, I knew he sensed it, too. As an Odinswolf like me, Tor wouldn’t have only one mate. And from the feelings flowing around me, I knew Rowan and Zak were as attracted to him as I was.
Rowan’s teeth grazed my skin in response, not quite a bite but a promise of one to come. His hardness pressed against the small of my back, hot and insistent.
Tor and Zak broke their kiss, both turning their attention back to me. Naked, our bodies gleamed with a subtle luminescence that highlighted every curve, every plane, every mark of desire. Zak and Rowan’s runes glowed on their faces, and I couldn’t wait to see Tor’s appear.
“Let me taste you,” Tor said, his voice rough with need as he sank to his knees before me.
My breath caught as his hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I leaned into Rowan, who still held me from behind.
The first touch of Tor’s tongue against my core had me gasping, my head falling back against Rowan’s shoulder.
Tor’s mouth was skilled and eager, his tongue exploring every sensitive fold and focusing on the bundle of nerves that had me trembling.
“That’s it,” Rowan encouraged, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. “Let him taste how sweet you are.”
Then, in a fluid motion that could only happen in dreams, Zak and Rowan were beside us, Zak’s mouth finding Rowan’s cock while Tor’s firm grasp on my hips kept me still for his pleasurable onslaught.
Rowan’s hips jerked. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice strained.
The sight of Zak pleasuring Rowan while Tor’s mouth worked between my thighs was almost too much to process. Heat spiraled through me, building with each stroke of Tor’s tongue.
“So responsive,” Tor murmured against my sensitive flesh, his breath sending shivers up my spine. “So perfect.”
In the next heartbeat, I was on my knees, Zak’s delicious piercings teasing my lips, with Tor and Rowan towering over us, roughly frotting against each other, one of Tor’s big hands wrapped around both their cocks.
“Is this what you wanted, my feral alpha?” Tor groaned.
Rowan looked at me, at the desire no doubt written on my face, before he grunted out his answer. “Yes… I never knew this could feel so good.”
“Just wait til you feel it in real life.” Zak’s laugh cut off in a moan as I swallowed him deeper.
Every time the dream shifted, we all moved right along with it, exploring all the ways our bodies could come together. Sometimes in pairs, often more.
Soon I found myself straddling Tor as he lay on his back, his pale skin a striking contrast to the dark moss beneath him.
His hands guided my hips as I sank down on him, taking his considerable length inside me with a moan of satisfaction. The fullness, the stretch, the way he filled me so perfectly — it was exquisite.
“Freya,” he groaned. “My mate.”
Zak and Rowan watched, their hands on each other, their eyes dark with desire.
“Touch them,” I urged Tor between gasps. “Show them they’re yours too.”
I continued to ride Tor’s cock while he reached for both my mates to either side.
Tor’s large hands wrapped around both Zak and Rowan, stroking them in rhythm with his thrusts upward into me.
The sight of his pale hands against Zak’s darkness and Rowan’s tanned skin was mesmerizing in the moonlight.
“I want to feel you come,” Tor growled, his eyes locked on mine. “I want to feel you claim me, even if it’s only here, in the dream.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. My inner walls clenched around him as I approached the edge. Echoes of what the others were experiencing ricocheted in my mind — Zak’s pleasure at Tor’s touch, Rowan’s wild need as he thrust into Tor’s grip, Tor’s own mounting desire as he filled me.
“Together,” I gasped. “All of us.”
“Bite him,” Zak urged, his voice thick with desire. “Claim him as ours.”
Tor’s eyes blazed with anticipation. “Do it, Freya. Make me yours.”
My fangs snapped down and my wolf urged me to find the place on his neck she desired so much. Tor roared as my teeth sank in, his back arching as pleasure overwhelmed him.
His release triggered my own, and I cried out as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Zak and Rowan reached their peaks as well, our pleasure amplifying in a feedback loop of sensation. As I cried out, my fangs came free of Tor’s neck, my head thrown back.
Tor leaned forward as if chasing me, and the heat of his breath on my neck registered just before his teeth clamped down on the outer shell of my ear. The sudden shock of pain and pleasure sent me even higher as I screamed out his name.
As we crested together, a glow began to emanate from beneath my right collarbone where my Bonded runes to Gage and Heath already resided. A matching purple light appeared on Tor’s cheekbone — the sixth ansuz rune, marking him as mine just as the others had been marked.
The light spread, flowing between us, forming intricate patterns. I gasped as I saw it take shape — a perfect seven-pointed star with me at the apex, my six mates forming the other points, though my other alpha mates were present only in spirit.
“The heptagram,” Tor breathed, his eyes wide with wonder. “The sacred seven.”
As the light began to fade, I felt something shift in the bonds connecting all of us. Tor was no longer just a distant ally — he was truly one of us now, bonded to our circle even though we’d never met in person.
“It worked,” Zak breathed, wonder in his voice. “You’re actually Bonded to us now.”
Tor nodded, his hand moving to touch the glowing rune on his cheekbone. “I can feel all of you. The connection is real.” His gaze found Rowan’s. “You’ll have our strength to draw on now.”
“Same for you,” Rowan replied, clasping Tor’s shoulder.
“The proper wolf claiming will have to wait until we’re together in person,” Tor said, his eyes meeting mine. “Even for Odinswolves, some things require physical presence.”
I sensed it, too. Though I’d pulled him into the Bonded link thanks to my magic, our wolves were not yet mated.
“I understand,” I said, though part of me wished we could complete everything here and now.
Tor smiled, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I’m on my way,” he said, his words meant for Rowan as much as me. “I’ll send my ravens to search for your sister. They can guide and protect you,” he said to Rowan. “Watch for them — they’ll call three times if you’re in danger.”
Rowan inclined his head in thanks.
“We’ll get you out of there safely.”
“Both of you be careful,” Zak urged.
The dreamscape began to blur around the edges, reality calling us back.
Tor’s gaze shifted to Zak. “Take care of each other until we can meet in person.”
“We will,” Zak assured him, his hand finding mine.
Rowan’s golden eyes were solemn. “Safe travels.”
“Same to you.”
Tor’s eyes locked with mine one last time, “Always trust your instincts.”
Tor’s form started to fade, but his voice remained clear.
“I’m yours. And I’ll be there soon.”