Sun's Tear (The Valkyrie's Passion Book 2): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance (15 page)

Raven

My borrowed phone rang. Sirens blared in the background. I parted from Magnus.

“We got to go,” Big Hoss said, walking out of the bar, his eyes wide. “Like, now.”

Magnus nodded. “Raven, come on.”

I answered the phone as I dismissed my armor, stumbling after Magnus. My hands felt stained. What had I done?

“Hello,” I mumbled.

“Raven?” Haleigh asked. “What's going on?”

“It's...” I swallowed. “We're done. Get back to your house. The cops are coming. You do not want to be caught up in this.”

Big Hoss jumped onto the back of Thunder's bike and the pair roared down the highway. Skid and Vince were ahead, vanishing behind trees as the highway bent as it led out of Covington. The plan was to regroup at Miss Jenny's house. But I knew the look in Magnus's eyes. We were going our own way.

We had to.

“Okay. We'll see you back at the house later on tonight, Raven. Be safe.”

I glanced at Magnus as he mounted his bike, the engine roaring. He revved it, giving me an urgent look. “I won't be coming back. Magnus and I...we need to run.”

“What?” Haleigh gasped. “No. I thought you won. Is it the police?”

The sirens screamed closer. I straddled the bike behind Magnus, leaning against his back. “Thank you for everything, Haleigh. But it won't be safe around us. I...messed up.”

“But—”

I hung up on my friend as Magnus twisted the accelerator. His bike roared forward onto the highway. The sirens grew louder, but it wasn't the police hunting us that worried me. I had killed Odin. I had believed Loki.

The other gods were coming for us.

~   ~   ~

The widowed goddess knelt over the corpse of the one-eyed god.

Frigg's fist clenched. Her knuckles white. Pain bit into her palms. Blood trickled around her sharp nails. Her marriage to Odin had always been tempestuous. At times, they had taken other lovers out of spite and anger as much as lust. They had fought, quarreled, loved, and made joy together. For thousands of years, she had been his consort, his counsel.

“First my beautiful son and now my husband,” she snarled. Her hand unclenched. Crimson dripped upon Odin's cold face.

“Justice will be delivered,” the one-handed god said. Tyr stood over Frigg, his face resolute.

“We shall smite the villain who slew him,” rumbled the thunder god, his mighty hammer gripped in his hand. Thor's beard bristled as the air came alive around him, electricity crackling around Mjolnir.

“Who killed him, Muninn?” demanded Frigg. “Who slew my husband?”

“Raven the Valkyrie,” answered Muninn.

“Our little sister shall be punished,” the Valkyrie hissed, the scar creasing her cheek pale white against the mottled red of her rage.

“We shall avenge our Lord,” the second Valkyrie nodded, her blue eyes burning cold.

~   ~   ~

Raven

I held onto Magnus, my body pressed against his as we rode his motorcycle.

I did not know what the future held for us. Owen was dead. I killed him. I let myself be used. I was such an idiot.

The highway stretched out before us. I did not know where it would take us. Where did this road end? I held on tight to my werewolf. I would never let him go. We were bound by love and blood, joy and suffering.

Whatever the future held, we would face it together and we would prevail.

The sun sank lower, Sol's rays warm on my face. Ragnarok howled around the corner. Loki wanted to end the world. We would stop him. There was nothing Magnus or I could not overcome together. We would fix my mistake.

We would kill Loki before the gods came for us.

To be continued...

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I was almost sad when the bike's engine cut off. My legs shook as I dismounted. Magnus seized me, pulling me to him. He stared into my eyes, studying me. I shivered, holding him tight. I knew this was wrong. I knew I would regret this. But I had to have him tonight. One night of passion.

“What?” I asked.

“Making sure this is what you want.”

“Is it?” I asked, rubbing harder against him.

“You've wanted it since you laid eyes on me...” He arched his eyebrows, inviting me to supply a name.

“I'm Raven.”

“A magnificent bird,” he answered and kissed me.

Everything vanished except Magnus. There was no parking lot. There was no cold wind. There was no seedy motel. There was only the wolfish biker's arms wrapped about my body, holding me tight. His body was so hard against my soft curves. His hand slid down and squeezed my ass. I moaned as he kneaded me, pulling me harder against his bulge.

I never wanted the kiss to end. My heart thudded in my chest. No kiss had ever made the world spin about me. I clung to him. I was afraid if I let go I would drown in our passion. My arms tightened about his neck.

When he broke the kiss, I realized he was taller than me. Over six feet. I liked it. It was nice to look up into a man's strong, passionate face. “You are all mine for the night.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He leaned down and scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggled as my hair fell down around my face. I squirmed, playfully trying to escape. But my biker warrior had captured me and was carrying me off.

“What are you going to do to me?” I moaned.

“Enjoy you.” His hand slid up beneath my skirt to pat my ass through my satin panties.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Ravish me.” I closed my eyes, picturing him in Viking furs and carrying me back to his longboat. I was his plunder tonight. He vanquished Talon and had claimed me.

I squeezed my thighs together as the liquid heat burned hotter inside me.

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My feet slapped as I came down the stairs, my hips swaying. My nipples were hard, dimpling the front of my nightshirt. I couldn't remember the last time a man had excited me this much. Maybe the first night I had seen Burt play, and he had made love to me with his eyes, I had been this excited.

But that was so long ago, the memory soured by the monster Burt had become.

Tonight would be far more glorious.

“Kotie,” Forrest smiled as he rose from the couch before the fire, setting a paperback book to the side. “What do you need?”

“You,” I purred, striding forward.

That cocky, self-possessed, feral grin spread on his face. His excitement swelled, bulging the front of his jeans. I licked my lips. He was big. A shudder washed through me as I padded closer, my bare feet swishing across the bear-skin rug.

His arms enfolded me. His lips mashed against mine. He kissed me, devouring my lips, his strong arms wrapping about me. I let him hold me, my body pressed against his hard muscles. I moaned into his kiss, my arms hugging his neck, clinging to him.

I felt so amazingly safe, so wonderfully desired in his arms.

Forrest's hands slid down my back, each seizing a cheek of my bubbly butt. He squeezed me, pulling me against his bulge. My hips writhed, rubbing against his passion. He throbbed hard and my pussy clenched. I couldn't wait to feel him in me.

“Kotie,” he groaned, his lips sucking at my neck, kissing up to my ear. His teeth nipped me. He growled, hungry as he feasted.

“Oh, Sheriff,” I groaned, my hands roaming Forrest's hard body. I dipped beneath his shirt, sliding up his back. My clitoris brushed against his bulge, pleasure rippling through me. “Ravish me,” I groaned, my fingernails biting into his back. “I've never...oh, yes...you're driving me...oh, Sheriff!”

His teeth nipped my ears. “You smell delicious,” he groaned.

“I haven't showered in two days,” I groaned.

“Your musk...” He growled, low and throaty. “I'm going to eat you up.”

“Devour me,” I panted as he pulled me down to the bear-skin rug.

His hands grabbed the hem of my nightshirt. I held my arms up, letting Forrest pull it over my body, mussing my red hair even worse. I didn't care. We would writhe in passion.

Forrest's hands seized my breasts. I gasped as he kneaded my round flesh, his rough thumbs brushing my hard nipples. I sank onto my back, the bear-skin rug tickling my sensitive skin. His mouth descended, nipping my hard nipple before engulfing between his lips.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned as his tongue swirled about my nub before sucking hard. He was hungry, engulfing as much of my breast as he could, stirring pleasure down to my fiery pussy.

Forrest released my nipple, kissing and licking his way to my other breast. His tongue trailed up my breast, reaching my nub. He circled, then nipped it. The shock of pain mixed with the pleasure. I loved it.

My fingers scratched at his T-shirt. I needed to see his muscular form. I pulled at his shoulders, his shirt bunching around his neck. With a growl, he rose, ripping his shirt off and throwing it near the crackling fire.

Forrest was muscled like a Renaissance statue. My eyes widened in awe. Sweat gleamed on his perfectly sculpted pecs, and his abs rippled with a six pack. Tattooed across his body was barbwire, the barbs digging into his flesh. He looked chained in the black wire, his muscular physique restrained somehow by ink. His arms were as thick as my legs, the left wrapped in a thick, white bandage.

“Oh, Lord, you are gorgeous,” I moaned.

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