Sun's Tear (The Valkyrie's Passion Book 2): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance (11 page)

Magnus

The wind raced past me as my bike roared through Maple Valley. Raven was in pain. Her fear called to me. Why wasn't I with her? Why didn't I listen to her instead of letting my rage control me?

What happened to my self-control? I never used to grow so angry.

The rage was the wolf. It poisoned me with anger. It compelled me to fight and fight until my body gave out. It was what I needed to be to protect Raven, but I had to control it. I couldn't let the wolf control my actions.

I had to be its master. A man was in control of his passions. They did not rule him.

I let my instincts guide me. Raven was still alive. She was a fighter. She wouldn't give up. I passed cars as I pushed my Harley faster. My bike growled beneath me like a she-bitch, a hungry wolf on the hunt. I ignored the burning as I breathed and the blood oozing out of the scratches lacerating my chest and sides.

The pain did not matter. Raven mattered.

~   ~   ~

Raven

“Hey, are you okay?” a man's voice drifted to me across a vast void.

Not the man's voice I wanted to hear.

“Lady, what happened to you?”

“Magnus,” I groaned, struggling to open my eyes. It was so hard. I just wanted to sleep. I shivered. Cold gripped my body. My warmth slipped away.

“Don't worry. I'll get help for you. Just hang on.”

The man's voice sounded soft. Timid. I couldn't count on him. I forced myself to open my eyes. I couldn't lie here. Griff had stolen the Sun's Tear from me. The fact I had a bleeding abdominal wound didn't matter right now.

“Open your eyes,” I growled.

They fluttered open. Stars blazed across the midnight-blue sea curving above me. Pain stabbed into my abdomen. I let out a groan as I reached for the steering wheel. My teeth chattered. The Sun's Tear was far away.

“Magnus,” I groaned as my fingers struggled to snag the steering wheel.

“Just don't move,” the man cautioned me. He was skinny, glasses perched on his nose and his hair long and scruffy. It was the same length as Magnus's blond mane, but lacked my werewolf's primal strength.

This man's long hair made him seem so weak.

“You really shouldn't move,” the man said as he bit his lip. He had his cell phone in hand. “Okay? I'll call 911. You just lie there.”

“Can't,” I groaned. My fingers snagged the steering wheel. I pulled myself up.

That was a mistake.

“Damn,” I groaned as the pain radiated out of my stomach in stabbing spurts, consuming my entire torso.

I fell back down. The sky spun above me.

“See, you can't move. It's not good for you.”

“Where are you, Magnus?” I groaned. “Give me your phone. I need to call him.”

“Just relax. It'll be fine.”

A motorcycle's engine roared. The growl of a Harley. A smile crossed my lips. My wolf had arrived. I had been angry with him. I couldn't remember why.

It seemed like such unimportant bullshit right now.

“Hey, she needs help,” the man called.

Boots crunched on the gravel. I smiled as Magnus ripped open the shattered door of the cab. His blue eyes swept over me. They tightened as he focused on my abdominal wound. Scratches covered his body.

“You look banged up,” I groaned.

“Picked a fight without you around,” Magnus answered.

“You shouldn't do that,” I smiled. “It doesn't work out well for either of us.”

“I see that.” He reached for me. His jaw tightened. His injuries were worse than they appeared. But that didn't stop him from picking me up and cradling me in his strong arms. I winced against the pain and the world fuzzed almost to black for a moment.

“Hey, don't move her. She's injured,” the man gasped. “An ambulance is on the way.”

Magnus ignored the beta male. The man continued to squawk as Magnus carried me to his Harley. The motorcycle growled as it idled. I smiled at the bike as Magnus set me on the seat. He knew I was strong enough to ride.

Magnus mounted his bike. I hugged him, leaning against his broad back. My eyes closed. “Thank you.”

“I'll always come for you,” Magnus answered. “You're my beauty of the night. The world would lose all its vibrancy without you. The night would be lonely, empty. The stars dimmed of their radiance.”

I smiled. I held onto those words as my consciousness drifted down into darkness.

~   ~   ~

Magnus

The smile on Raven's face when she saw me rip open the truck's door settled the question of Loki. She didn't love the trickster. The god of mischief had merely stolen a kiss from her, and I walked in at the wrong moment. If I hadn't listened to the wolf snarling inside of me, I never would have lost my cool.

Her arms were tight about my waist. Her body was warm against my back. She slept as she recovered from her wounds. The pain of my scratches and broken ribs eased as I roared off into the night.

I had my beauty back.

The wolf snapped and snarled inside of me. Who had hurt her? It was clear the Thief was behind it. What was his game? It must have something to do with the eclipse and the Sun's Tear. Odin had appeared and Raven must have tried to retrieve it on her own.

I twisted the throttle, driving faster. That was my fault. I lost control and drove her to it. Everything had gone wrong today.

The fucking Thief.

My teeth ground. My brothers lay dead. Jim, Poncho, Sam, Boots, Rick, Rash, Gopher, more. Butchered. I never even realized Thomas had been replaced. The wolf howled louder. Heimdall's ax thirsted for the Thief's blood.

The ax yearned to avenge his fallen owner.

The ax would glut itself on the Thief.

But first I had to find a place to hole up. None of the club's safehouses could be trusted. The Thief had replaced Thomas. He knew Thomas well enough to mimic him. Had he tortured Thomas to learn information?

Yes.

“Raven,” I said.

She shifted behind me.

“Raven. I need to know something.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her words slurred.

“Your friend's house in Covington. What's the address?”

Covington was dangerous. Not all the Blood Eagles had died. Several escaped and Griff was never at the ambush. But would the enemy expect us in their backyard? I didn't think they would. I drove through the back roads as Raven drifted in and out of consciousness behind me.

Raven

The world smelled fresh and wonderful. I breathed in deeply as my hand rubbed at the sheets. They found a hard body. Magnus's musk filled my nose. I smiled and moved to his warmth. I was so cold. I hugged him.

His arm went around me.

I didn't open my eyes. I wanted to be held by Magnus. I needed to be held by Magnus.

I let myself sink back into sleep as I listened to his heart beat. The rhythmic thud comforted me. His chest rose and fell. His hand stroked my shoulder. He was awake, watching over me. I smiled as I drifted back into my dreams.

When I awoke again, I was on my side. Magnus's strength pressed into my back. He spooned me, his arm draped over my body. His skin was warm on mine. A flush ran through me. I was all too aware that I was naked beneath the covers.

This was Haleigh, my best friend, and her boyfriend Kris's guest bedroom. I vaguely remembered Magnus bringing me here, along with the shock and fear my friend had when she witnessed my battered form. She probably wanted to call 911. I wondered how Magnus stopped her.

I pressed back into him, my hips wiggling. He let out a soft growl as a shaft hardened against the curves of my rear. I smiled and undulated my hips, grinding back on him. My nipples ached. His hand slid up my stomach to my breast.

He squeezed. I moaned.

Magnus's lips kissed at my ear. He nibbled on my lobe. Delightful trembles ran through my body. I ground harder on his swelling cock. His girth nestled between the cheeks of my ass. I let out a happy sigh as his fingers pinched and rolled my nipple.

“Mmm,” I purred as his teeth nipped my ear. A liquid, molten passion filled my pussy. My body warmed.

My fire may have been diminished by Odin to motivate me to find the Sun's Tear, but I had Magnus's to keep me warm. I savored his dick throbbing against me. His dick was fully hard. I clenched my butt-cheeks around his shaft.

His hips moved, sliding his cock between them. I let out another soft sigh. I turned my head. Magnus's whiskered cheek caressed mine. I found his lips. I closed my eyes as his mouth captured mine.

His kiss possessed me. His tongue claimed me. I met it, kissing him back with equal fervor. After the terror of fighting Griff, it seemed like an eternity since I had seen Magnus. Guilt lurked in the back of my mind.

It really didn't matter at the moment.

We were together. The apologies could wait. Deeds were needed now. Hot, passionate, physical deeds.

Magnus's hand left my breast. His calloused hands stroked down my abdomen. There was only a small, sharp pain as he brushed the bandage on my side. I would have another scar to join the three curving across my hip—a parting gift from Fenrir.

I broke the kiss and shuddered as Magnus's fingers reached my pubic hair. He stroked the curls adorning my pudenda. I bit my lip as the heat churned inside my depths. I squeezed my thighs together and pressed hard against his cock.

“Magnus,” I panted as his fingers moved lower.

“My beauty,” he groaned before his lips sucked on my neck.

Magnus's other hand slipped beneath my body, wrapping around to find my breast. I let out a moan as he played with my nipple. Decadent tingles raced across my skin, compelling my hips to writhe and electrifying my pussy.

Magnus's teeth nipped at my neck as his hand pushed lower through my curls, forcing between my sealed-tight thighs. I parted my legs for him. My skin was alive with sensations, hyperaware of the fabric beneath me, the blanket on top of me, and Magnus's hard body against me.

“My wolf,” I groaned, reaching my hand back to run through his wild mane. He sucked harder at the nape of my neck as his fingers explored between my thighs.

His hungry mouth marked me as his fingers traced the folds of my pussy. He pressed a thick digit between my lips, exciting me. My moans grew louder. His finger
stroked
harder on my pussy as he growled against the nape of my neck.

I would have a hickey.

I never had one of those before.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Keep touching me. You know...oh, wow...just how to touch me.”

“You're a powerful engine,” Magnus growled in my ear. “High performance. Everything needs to be just right to make you purr.”

“An engine?” I moaned as his finger slid deeper through my folds, teasing my labia and gathering up my slick juices.

“An engine,” Magnus repeated. “Let me make you purr. Let me unleash all your power. Let me ride you to your redline.”

I gasped as his finger touched my clit, circling the sensitive nub. He backed off, giving me just a taste, revving my motors for a moment. It was oddly sweet the way he talked about it. An engine he had to tinker and adjust, to coax out every last drop of performance. Pleasure.

“So you're my big, sexy mechanic,” I groaned as two of his fingers pressed into my molten depths. I squeezed down on him. “Working your tools in and out of me. A little tweek here, a little twist there. Making sure I'm all lubed and ready to go.”

I twisted my torso around to look at him. His blue eyes twinkled in the darkness. They reflected light like a wolf's. My pussy clenched down on his fingers again as a powerful shudder ran through me. My werewolf mechanic. He would keep me safe, he would care for me, and make sure I was
well
maintained.

My hand in his hair tightened. I pulled my wolfish mechanic down for another hot kiss. My rear ground hard into his shaft. His tip was wet with his excitement. He was eager to be in me, but he was patient. He wasn't a boy desperate to get his rocks off as fast as possible and then fall asleep before satiating his girl.

A man knew how to squeeze every ounce of performance out of his woman. To make sure she was satiated and pleased before he took her even harder and enjoyed his ride.

Damn, I made the right choice.

His fingers stirred faster through my sheath. My liquid heat spread, swelling inside of me. His thumb quested and found my clit. I bucked as the sharp pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned into his kiss, squeezing my eyes shut as I let him tinker and squeeze every bit of performance out of me.

The pleasure swelled through me. My toes curled. My hips undulated faster, teasing his poor cock. Magnus growled and groaned into the kiss. His hand tightened on my breast, his fingers pulling on my nipple.

The sharp pain added a splash of spice jolting through me. I kept kissing him as the pleasure built in my core. He twisted the accelerator, flooding me with more gas to burn. I groaned as my body shuddered in his arms.

My climax burst through me.

I broke the kiss as my body shuddered. Wordless cries burst from my lip, praising the skill of my lover. My Einherjer. My werewolf. His arms held me as I trembled. His fingers pumped in and out of my convulsing pussy.

Magnus's lips captured mine in a kiss again as his fingers kept plunging in and out of me, and his thumb kept caressing my clit. The pleasure burst through me again. Another come rippled through my body. I bucked harder against him, his cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass, almost fucking me.

I twisted in his embrace, lying on my back. His cock was on my hips. The bed creaked and undulated as his stirring fingers kept prolonging my orgasm. My hand seized his cock, jerking him as I shuddered.

Our lips broke. “Damn,” I panted. “Damn, damn, damn. You are a sexy man.”

“I know,” Magnus grinned. So confident. So sure of his masculinity and his mastery over my body.

He pulled me onto his stomach as we kissed, his fingers slipping out of my sheath. I straddled him, grinding my clit on his cock as the pleasure faded from my body. I moaned into his strong kiss as his hands roamed my back and ass, caressing and squeezing.

“Time for you to go for a ride,” I purred, “and test drive your engine.”

Magnus grinned at me as I slid up his cock. I reached behind me and seized him. I was eager to feel him in me, stretching me open. I was ready to please my man. I stared into his eyes and wanted to weep at what I saw.

This man, my wolf, wouldn't hesitate to throw away his life to save me. He loved me so much. We hadn't known each other long, but we knew everything we needed about each other. I had played it safe in the dating world. Two boring guys. Nothing exciting. Nothing that could tempt me away from waiting for
my
man.

I had been afraid of how dangerous Magnus was. I ran from him. It was such a mistake. He was dangerous, but not to me. Not to his family. His pack.

I pressed myself down his shaft. My toes curled. I groaned and savored his girth sliding deeper into my sheath. My back arched. His hands squeezed my ass as he growled. He pulled me further down, impaling me on his cock.

“Magnus,” I groaned, savoring his name as I worked my hips.

I slid his cock in and out of me. My nipples grazed his chest as I rocked on him. My black hair fell about our faces. We were in our own private world of night. I stared into his eyes as the pleasure twisted across his face.

His hands guided me as I slid around him. He undulated my hips, stirring his rod around inside of me. I shuddered as new parts of my depths were caressed. Wonderful shudders rippled through my body as I rocked faster.

Magnus licked his lips. “Show me your beauty.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my face twisting. My pussy, already on fire from his finger, savored his shaft reaming me. New pleasure built inside of me. His pubic hair caressed my clit. My sensitive nub shot wicked delight through me.

“Take me for a ride,” I moaned. I wanted to give him such pleasure. Magnus always made me cum. He always loved me so much.

I wanted to always give him the same joy.

Magnus's hands clenched on my ass. I gasped as he held me and flipped us over. My back crashed into the mattress. I groaned in delight. I was strong and my wolf knew it. He didn't have to treat me like fine china.

The bed rocked hard. The headboard slammed into the wall, a wonderful, staccato beat to the powerful strokes of his body. His muscles bunched as he looked down on me, bracing himself on his strong arms.

My pussy ached from the fervor of his strokes. I loved it. I bucked to meet him. My hands caressed his hard pecs and traced his tattoo. I traced the dragon clutching the woman tattooed on his chest. More ink covered him, delicious designs that rippled as his muscles moved.

“Damn,” I groaned. “You are too gorgeous.”

His grin was hungry. His strokes grew harder, slamming into my depths. I wrapped my thighs about his hips, pulling him in deep. I wanted the powerful thrusts. My pussy boiled around his cock, stirred up by the wonderful friction forming between us.

My body bucked in delight. The pleasure swelled.

“Let me see that pleasure burn through you,” he growled as he stared into my eyes. “Show it to me. Let your engine purr.”

“Yes!” I gasped, my pussy convulsing as my body tensed. His cock pistoned in and out. My back spasmed.

A powerful come rocketed through me.

I screeched at the top of my lungs as I thrashed beneath him. I let my man know how hard he revved my engines. My pussy rejoiced around his thrusting shaft as the pleasure burned hot and fast through me.

And he kept plunging into me. His stamina was incredible.

He leaned down, crushing me beneath his powerful chest. I hugged him and kissed at the stubble on his jaw. I savored his rough passion. My back and hips undulated as my orgasm died. His cock sent ripples of delight, small memories of the climax that had consumed me moments earlier.

“Show me your passion,” I growled into his ear. I nipped his lobe. “Let it roar through you.”

“What a woman,” Magnus groaned as he slammed into me. His face twisted. The wolf howled out of him as he spilled into my depths.

I shuddered, warm, fuzzy delight rushing through my body as his seed filled me. My man's seed. I held him tight and savored his passion. His arms wrapped around me. His wonderful strength was atop me.

I held him tight. I never wanted to let him go.

~   ~   ~

The Thief marched downstairs into the main room of the Bear and Eagle bar. He held a rod covered in a large cloth of white felt. The remaining Blood Eagles, Griff and seven others, sat around a table. Griff's right eye was an angry wound, cauterized shut, the eye boiled away by the Valkyrie's sword. Empty bottles of Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Captain Morgan littered the table.

Griff fixed his remaining eye angrily on the Thief. “Are you finished butchering my club?”

The Thief grinned around his tusks. “I gave your club powers. It is not my fault they were too weak to use them.”

“Magnus butchered three-quarters of my brothers,” Griff snarled, slamming his hand down on the table. A bottle of Captain Morgan fell off the edge and shattered on the floor.

The other Blood Eagles fixed hard eyes on the Thief. They fingered handguns, their weathered faces considering.

“And you destroyed his club,” the Thief answered. “Did you think it would be bloodless? Victory always has a cost.”

“Cost?” Griff slammed his hand on the table again. His bald head mottled red as he clenched his jaw. “This isn't fucking victory. It'll take years to gain back what we've lost. And Magnus is still alive. You didn't even kill him.”