Truth's Heart (The Valkyrie's Passion Book 3): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance (6 page)

“That's what Loki does,” Raven answered. “You can't feel guilty about it.”

“You're one to talk.”

“Yeah,” Raven admitted. “At least he didn't trick you into killing the man who watched out for you.”

“No. But I bet he could if he wanted to.” I kicked off my boots and undid my wet jeans, rolling them down my thighs.

“My sword is different,” Raven said, shifting subjects. “Odin gave me Gungnir.”

“His lance?” Gungnir was Odin's famous weapon. Most drawings of Odin depicted him as a one-eyed, old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and gray cloak—the inspiration for Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings—and carrying spear. He would have a pair of ravens, Muninn and Huginn, perched on his shoulders and two wolves, Geri and Freki, prowling behind him as he rode his eight-legged horse Sleipnir.

“Yeah. He gave it to me before he died.”

I moved to the bathroom.

“I think Odin knew I would need protection against the other gods. Loki is happy I have it.”

“That can't be good.” I threw open the shower curtain.

“It's definitely a mixed bag,” Raven said, scrubbing her body with a soapy hand, the other holding the small bar of hotel soap.

I swallowed. “Did he touch you, Raven? It's okay if he did. It wasn't your fault.”

She shook her head as she leaned over to wash her thighs. “But he saw me naked. I just feel...dirty.”

“Would you like me to wash your back?”

Raven glanced at me and my soft cock. Then she nodded.

I had washed Raven in the shower before. Those times had been sexual. My hands had lovingly teased her, giving her a sensual massage as I pretended to wash her body. I had driven her wild with lust until she begged me to wash her pussy and make her come.

Teasing your woman was exciting. To master her flesh until she begged for the pleasure you could give was intoxicating.

Tonight, I washed her. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, working the soap into her skin, helping her to feel clean again. I kept my anger out of my touch. My hands itched to strangle Loki. The wolf howled inside me to track him down and rip out his throat.

I wanted to taste his blood.

When I finished, Raven turned around and hugged me. She pressed against me and shivered. I held her, comforting her. She was a strong woman, a passionate woman, and that meant she felt her emotions forcefully.

A man might think a woman was weak for crying. He was wrong. Raven was the strongest woman I had ever met. I held her while she let her emotions pour out of her into my chest. The water turned cold, but we didn't feel it.

“Thank you,” she whispered when her tears passed. She looked up at me. “I...I know we started something in the bath but...”

“Let's get to bed,” I told her with a smile. “We have a long day ahead.”

Chapter Six

Raven

I had my first good night sleep since Odin's death. Magnus carried me to bed after the shower, pulled back the covers, and cuddled against me. He understood what I needed. Normally, our shared showers were the start of our lovemaking.

But I didn't feel sexy after Loki ogled me. If Magnus really needed it, I would have given in, but I doubt I would have enjoyed it. Some women seem to think men were hard, rough, unfeeling rocks that only wanted sex. And there was something sexy about that belief, but it wasn't true. Men just didn't like showing their emotions in obvious ways. It was in the little things, the small gestures and the sacrifices they made to keep their women safe.

That was why I slept soundly. I knew I was loved.

I woke up first. Magnus still held me, a soft snore rumbling out of him. I sat up, my black hair falling about my face, and stretched. I worked my shoulders and then raised my arms over my head. The snoring stopped.

“That's a lovely sight,” Magnus muttered sleepily.

I froze, then realized by stretching my arms over my head, I had thrust my naked breasts out before me. The profile of my breasts had Magnus's eyes glued to them. My nipples hardened beneath his gaze, and I couldn't help smiling at him.

“Oh, you like watching a woman stretch?” I slipped out of bed. Feeling wicked, I faced away from him, spread my feet apart, then bent over to touch my toes. My cheeks burned. I felt his eyes locked onto my exposed sex.

The heat swelled. A trickle worked down my thigh as my excitement mounted. I held the stretch, my back burning almost as much as my cheeks. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had let Magnus see me naked so many times, but I felt so exposed to his gaze. I could feel my labia part, revealing my pink depths.

“Yes, I do like watching a woman stretch.” The bed creaked as Magnus shifted.

“Sometimes,” I admitted, “after Haleigh moved out and had our apartment to myself, I would go naked in the house.”

“Everyone does that,” laughed Magnus. “It's a thrill.”

“Well, I once did my yoga naked.”

“Now you're just teasing me,” he growled. “Naked yoga. No wonder you're so nimble.”

My cheeks burned even redder as I straightened. I lunged my right foot forward, keeping my left foot straight, and leaned, stretching out my left leg. The wet itch grew between my thighs. Another trickle of juices worked down my leg.

“I am fully awake. I need to see this.”

“Do we have time?” I asked. “I mean, we need to go to Muspellheim.”

“We have time,” he growled.

I glanced over my shoulder. The hunger in Magnus's eyes sent shivers through me. Those eyes owned my body. My pussy clenched, and I nodded, my feet curling against the carpet. It was thin. I didn't have a mat, but I would make do.

I finished my stretches, growing more and more excited. I started with surya namaskara, my hands at my side as I stood straight. I raised my arms over my head, then bent my body over in half, my palms lying flat on the floor, my face between my ankles.

Magnus's eyes were on me.

I shuddered. I was so exposed. My nipples ached  as I leaned my head outward and slid down onto my belly. I bent my spine backwards, lifting my body and thrusting my naked breasts forward before I lifted my ass up and formed an A.

“Grace of beauty in motion, exquisite poses that take away my breath. Exciting, sensual, majestic. Beauty arches before me.”

I flushed at Magnus's words, my toes flexing on the carpet as I kept raising my body up until I was back in the position were I was folded in half, my head between my ankles. Magnus sat on the bed, his cock hard before him.

I raised up, running my hands up my body in a sensuous tease. I was so aware of my skin. I raised them over my head, trembling, my nipples aching as they thrust before me. Then I returned my hands down to my side and finished the routine.

Magnus seized me.

I gasped in delight as his strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me down to the bed. I sprawled across it, my black hair flying about my face as his hands slid up to squeeze my breasts. Electricity shot down to my pussy as he massaged my nipples.

“I take it you liked my yoga,” I moaned as he rolled my nipple with his fingers.

“It was inspiring,” he breathed.

He leaned over and sucked a hard nub into his mouth. I gasped and closed my eyes as he played with my nipple. My hips squirmed. The pleasure rippled down my body. My hands went to his muscles, squeezing them as he sucked.

“I need to inspire you more often,” I gasped, my body trembling as his hand slid down my stomach.

“You bent in half. You were so limber,” he groaned. “And the view. Breathtaking.”

His hands boldly shoved between my thighs. His fingers rubbed hard at my pussy. I gasped, my ass clenching as I bucked against his rough caresses. My pussy lips were wet, lubing the way for his fingers to slide up and down on my labia. I bit my lip, shuddering at the delight of his touch while he nuzzled at my breast.

My right hand ran through his dirty-blond hair. His blue eyes flashed up at me as he sucked while his stubble rasped across the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I undulated, drinking in all the sensations he provided.

“Magnus,” I groaned as he rubbed harder at me. “Oh, yes. That's...”

His thumb brushed my clit. My hips bucked. An explosion of pleasure rushed through me. I didn't realize just how exciting being watched by him was. My pussy clenched as my orgasm rippled through me, staining his caressing fingers with more of my pleasure.

“Magnus.” My voice was breathy as I convulsed on the bed. The springs squeaked as I thrashed. His thumb kept rubbing, prolonging my ecstasy. My fingers tightened in his hair as I let the pleasure was through me. “Magnus, take me. I'm yours. I need you in me.”

“That is such a wonderful thing to hear,” grinned Magnus.

My left hand shot down and grasped his dick. “I need it now,” I gasped, my pussy still clenching. “It's been days since you've been in me. That's too long.”

My thighs parted willingly and eagerly for Magnus. His dick nudged at my hot folds. I guided him into my sheath and groaned as he slid slow into my depths. My flesh gripped him, new delights racing through my body as he entered me.

I shuddered beneath him. I closed my eyes and drank in every inch of his cock spearing into my depths. I gripped down on his shaft, experiencing his girth. My thighs wrapped around his waist, my toes curling as the delight shuddered through me.

My man was in me.

And then he loved me.

I kissed and nibbled on his whiskered chin as he drove his cock hard and deep into me before pulling out slowly. I shuddered as he toyed with me, loving his powerful thrusts and his slow withdrawals. I anticipated the next sharp thrust, eager for the hard penetration that would sweep delight through my body.

Magnus thrust again and again. My thighs tightened about him. I pulled myself up into his thrusts. My clit pressed into his pubic bone. The delight built through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching down every time he buried into me.

“My beauty,” he growled into my ear. “So hot. So limber. You make me burn for you.”

“Yes,” I shuddered. My fingernails clawed at his back. He was strong, he could take the pain. I couldn't help myself. My passion built inside me. It had to burst out of me. “Faster. Harder. Make me come then spill in me.”

The bed creaked louder as Magnus rose to my urgings. His strong body heaved atop mine. My nipples rubbed into his strong chest. I gasped and shuddered, my thighs gripping his hips tight, pulling him into my depths as I bucked into his thrusts.

Our bodies heaved together, building towards our shared pleasure.

“Magnus,” I gasped over and over. “That's it. Oh, yes, Magnus. Oh, yes.”

My voice grew higher as my pleasure built in my core. My body trembled. My fingernails clawed harder. My lips found his. I pressed my tongue into his mouth as his hard cock thrusting into my pussy triggered an explosion of pleasure.

I gasped into his kiss. I shuddered beneath his strong body. Pleasure flooded out of me. My climax consumed me. I broke the kiss and let out a wordless moan. I howled almost like a she-wolf. My pussy convulsed about his thrusting girth.

His strokes grew harder, driving my climax to new heights. I bucked hard into him, gasping and groaning. My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure crashed through my mind. I held him as my orgasm crested through me.

And then pleasure receded, leaving behind only a wonderful, buzzing delight. I trembled beneath Magnus. My pussy spasmed about his thrusting cock. I mewled my delight as I sucked in deep, shuddering breaths.

“Oh, Magnus,” I groaned as he kept pounding me, building to his own wonderful release. “Come in me. You deserve it.”

I nuzzled at his neck as he pounded me hard and fast. His dick hammered into my depths. I savored the buzzing pleasure tingling through my body as Magnus worked to his climax. I held my strong man. I savored his manly musk.

And then he howled. His hips slammed into me. His come flooded my depths. I smiled in delight at the wonderful sensation of his seed pumping into me. I held him as he shuddered and growled his pleasure.

And then he collapsed on me, gasping for his breath.

“Mmm,” I purred as I nuzzled his ear. “You made me come so hard.”

I didn't have to see his face to know he had a proud grin on his lips. “You inspire me.”

I wanted to lie all day in bed with him. I wanted to savor his strength atop me and smell the mix of our musk. But we had to go to Muspellheim. And we couldn't do that if we spent all day lying in bed. We had enemies after us.

“We have to get up,” Magnus whispered.

I nodded my head in agreement. “I really don't want to.”

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Magnus

We managed to keep our shower mostly nonsexual. It was difficult. Her body was so alluring to touch and rub, and she kept brushing my half-hard cock with her curvy ass. I know she did it on purpose. She kept laughing and flashing me grins.

It was wonderful to see life breathed back in her.

I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her as she dressed. She didn't bother with makeup and pulled back her black hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. It was such simple, arresting beauty, untainted by any modern aides. For clothing, a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with a V-neckline. It was the type of clothing a woman might wear on the weekend when lounging around the house.

Comfortable clothing.

“You have to get dressed, too,” Raven laughed when she noticed me transfixed by her. She pulled out a pair of boxers from the saddlebag and threw them at me. “Unless you plan on intimidating all the gods.”

I caught the boxer and grinned at her as her gaze cast down to my cock. The attention made him proud, and he rose to the occasion. I winked at her before pulling on my boxers. She fished out a pair of jeans for me then grabbed my leather cut and brought it to me.

I never had a woman put it on before. There was something sexy about the submissive, loving act. Then she hugged me from behind and inhaled deeply, her face pressed into the leather.

“I love the scent of leather.”

“Is that why you're a biker chick?” I asked.

“I guess I am.” Raven sighed. “But don't I need tattoos or something?”