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

I couldn't deny her.

“Raven,” I growled as the pleasure erupted.

I groaned, leaning back against the wall of the shelter as the come blasted into her mouth. She let out a hungry purr as she swallowed. My hips bucked up as the pleasure surged through me. The rush was intense, addictive.

“What a woman. You're just...damn.”

Raven slid her lips off my dick and licked them clean before giggling, “You loose all your elegance and poetry when I play with your little toy.”

“Little?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

“Well, maybe not too little. It is a mouthful.” Raven straightened and glanced behind her. The rain had stopped. The sunlight gleamed off wet rocks and black asphalt. “We should get going.”

I grabbed her belt loop and pulled her to me. I pushed up her shirt to kiss at her flat stomach. My finger brushed the three, long scars wrapping around her hip as my lips kissed the puckered star right of her bellybutton.

“I need to eat you first,” I told her. “You can't make me howl without expecting me to make you gasp louder.”

A smile played across her lips. “That's okay. We should go. We were only taking shelter from the rain.”

I arched an eyebrow at her as my fingers unsnapped her jeans. “You don't want to leave unfulfilled. You were so passionate. Let me give you your release.”

Her zipper rasped, her red panties coming into sight. A few black curls of her pubic hair escaped out the corner. I brushed the errant strand with my finger before dipping beneath the cloth and sliding through the silk to her sex.

She was molten hot.

“It's fine, Magnus,” she sighed as my finger rubbed up and down her plump vulva.

“And make you squirm the entire time we ride?” I asked. “I may be an unmannered biker, but—”

“Viking,” she corrected, her lips fighting against a grin.

“Viking,” I conceded. “But that doesn't mean I want you in discomfort. The engine will growl between your thighs, the bike'll be bouncing, and you'll feel it in here.” I shoved a finger up inside her hot, silky depths.

Raven rose on her toes and gasped, “You are too persuasive. It's those eyes. I bet you can get me to do anything.”

“That covers a lot,” I grinned, pumping faster inside of her while my thumb caressed across her clit.

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Raven

I didn't deserve this man. I didn't deserve his love or his forgiveness. I had dragged him into this mess. His motorcycle club had been decimated by Loki. He had died because I fell in love with him. My kiss chained him to be hunted by beings so much more powerful than the both of us.

But he was so damned hard to deny.

My pussy clenched down on his pumping finger while my clit ached in delight as he circled the sensitive nub. The pleasure rippled up through my body, giving me rapture I should never again experience. Not after what I did. My nipples ached, pressing against my bra and my moan echoed through the small shelter.

I was too weak. I surrendered to my body's needs. To Magnus's strength.

My hands ran through his dirty-blond locks, gripping them as my hips undulated. His blue eyes peered up at me, and the grin crossing his lips were so possessive. So sure of himself. It was a
man's
smile. Magnus was no boy playing at being a biker, or a beta male thinking no one will notice how weak he is if he puts on a leather vest, a pair of chaps, and rides a Harley. 

Magnus could be dressed as anything and you would instinctively know he was a strong man. A man who took what he wanted.

And he wanted me.

“Magnus,” I hissed as a shudder rippled through me. He rubbed faster at my clit while his other hand worked down my tight jeans off my hips. He squeezed my rear, his fingers dipping beneath my panties and pulling me closer to him.

His head lowered. His fingers pulled my panties hard to the side, exposing me. I gasped as his tongue boldly slid around his pumping finger, caressing the lips of my pussy, and ending at my clit. My ass clenched as his tongue circled about my nub, playing with it, mastering it.

Moans escaped my clenched teeth. I held onto his hair as my body swayed. The pleasure rushed through my body straight to my mind. I grew light-headed. I threw my head back, loosing myself to the pleasure.

I could forget my crime and guilt. The pleasure filled through me, covering how ugly I truly was. I undulated and gasped. His teeth nipped me, a spike of almost-pain in between the wonderful pleasure. Then he sucked hard while slipping a second finger into me.

“Magnus, so good. Oh, yes.”

“I think you lose your elegance when I play with your clit,” he grinned up at me, lips wet with my excitement.

“So hard to think,” I groaned as his two thick fingers worked in and out of my sheath. His lips leaned over and sucked on my clit. “Magnus!”

A car drove by on the road. I didn't care. Nothing mattered right now but the growing heat inside of me. My hips undulated, working my clit against his lips while my pussy clenched and relaxed on his fingers.

They curled inside of me. Searching along the walls of my pussy. My sensitive flesh quivered at his touch and then my eyes shot open. He found the precise spot, the bundle of nerves that burst burning delight through me.

“Oh, my god!” I gasped as my orgasm rippled through me.

Magnus sucked hard on my clit as his fingers massaged my G-spot. The juices flooded out of my spasming pussy as my come consumed my body. I bucked hard against his hungry mouth. My pussy smeared across his hungry lips.

The pleasure crashed through my body. Ripples splashed through me, new ones churned by his fingers and lips. I gasped and spasmed. My voice sang through the shelter. Another come burst through me. I grew sensitive. My clit tingled in his mouth.

“No, no, no,” I gasped. “Please.”

Magnus was merciless. He massaged my G-spot. The nerves drank in the sensations. My pussy spasmed harder. More juices squirted into his hungry mouth. He growled as he drank my cream. My body bucked. My fingers pulled at his hair.

“I can't,” I panted. “You have...oh, damn.”

I came a third time. My body bent over. I let go of his hair to catch myself on the back wall. I leaned my cheek against the rough wood as I gasped and panted. Nothing mattered right now. The pleasure consumed me. My clit burned with rapture. It almost hurt as Magnus sucked on it.

“Please, you have to stop...I'm dying,” I groaned. “I'm dying of bliss.”

“What a great way to go,” Magnus answered, his fingers withdrawing out of my molten depths.

I fell against him, sucking in shuddering breaths as I straddled his lap. His lips nuzzled at my neck as I struggled to recover. I was so drained. I was so...contented. I could just lie atop him forever consumed by the bliss of—

I pulled away, feeling suddenly so naked.

“What?” Magnus asked.

“Nothing,” I whispered, pulling up my jeans. “We're just...people could see us.”

“They definitely can,” a familiar man's voice said behind me. “You should be more careful.”

“Anyone could have seen you,” a woman added. “There are so many perverts in the world these days. A young woman can't be too careful.”

Chapter Three

Raven

I spun around, my hands covering my bra-clad breasts, and gazed at my former bosses—the crossdressing god Freyr and his giantess wife Gerd.

Freddy, as I had known him, looked the same as the last time I saw him in Seattle. Then he had been working to repair the damage Fenrir the giant wolf's rampage had caused. Gerdie looked even more unchanged, still as tall and beautiful as always. The pair wore matching sundresses, white with red, tropical flowers printed across them. Freddy, though he had an effeminate face, could not hide how broad his shoulders were with only the thin straps of his dress covering them.

“Are you here to kill us?” I asked, trembling as I gazed at people I thought were my friends. Freddy had even sold me my car for a great deal.

“We're here to talk,” smiled Gerdie. “To find out answers.”

“Though my sister is furious with you,” added Freddy. “Frigg is out for blood. She always had a vindictive streak about her.”

“Freya is your sister in the stories,” Magnus answered with a growl. He gripped Heimdall's ax in one hand, a rainbow shimmer gleaming off the silver, crescent blade.

“As a fertility and war goddess, she was worshiped as Freya,” Freddy answered. “As Odin's wife, she was worshiped as a Frigg, goddess of mothers, hearth, and womanly magic. These days, she's bent and twisted, so she prefers Frigg.”

“How did you find us?” Magnus demanded. “Are the other gods looking for us?”

“Like my sister, I am a fertility god,” Freddy answered. “And, well, I sensed the rather fertile happenings going on here. We were in Vanaheim, a lovely realm of plants and peace. Far preferable to the chaos that has plunged Seattle. Then we just rode down the nearest root of the Yggdrasil. There are several growing around Mount Shasta. Then we raced here.”

“Driving what?” I asked, peering around the mountain road. “I don't see a...”

I spotted their vehicle. It wasn't a car, but a large, wooden wagon, like something an Amish farmer would have. Tethered to it was a large boar who rubbed his tusks against a pine tree. The tree swayed back and forth while its bark fell in dusty shavings on the ground.

“Oh,” I blinked. “That's...different.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Magnus asked, his eyes wary. He stepped before me.

It was nice that he was protective. “Put your ax away.”

Magnus shook his head.

“They said they were here to talk.” I put my hand on his arm. “I know them.”

“You knew Odin.”

I flinched at the words and stepped back. “I did know
Owen
. I...I should have remembered that when Loki came around.”

Tears burned in my eyes. I backed up to the bench and fell down on it, pulling my legs up before me. Magnus threw a look over his shoulder and then muttered a curse under his breath. Even Magnus was disgusted with my stupidity.

The tears trickled down my cheeks.

Magnus dismissed the ax and sat beside me. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“For?”

“It was a stupid thing to say. About Odin.”

I shook my head. Why did Magnus even put up with me?

I didn't fight as he put his arm around me. I looked up at my former bosses. Both their eyes brimmed with tears. Gerdie had her hands clutched to her breasts. The giantess took a hesitant step towards me before stopping.

“We need to know why you killed him, Raven,” Freddy said. “I know you were angry with him after learning the truth. I get that. It wasn't the nicest thing he's had to do, but it was a necessary act. Things are happening. You were there when Baldur died. You witnessed the beginning of the world's end.

“Ragnarok.”

“The gods are scared,” Gerdie added. “The Volva's pronouncements have haunted the Aesir for millennia.”

“So there is a prophecy?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

“I guess,” Freddy said. “She proclaimed all the gods would die. That the world would be devoured and be remade. Ice, fire, destruction, and more would engulf the world.”

“It's already begun.” Gerdie's voice was soft. “The storms are the start. We believe Odin's death, in your world, unleashed an imbalance of power. If more of the Aesir die, it will only grow worse.”

“Did you kill Odin to further Ragnarok?” Freddy asked. “Or did you do it just to be free of your ancestors oath?”

“I did it because I thought I was saving Magnus's life.” My body shook as a sob escaped my lips. “It was Loki. He tricked me. He spun my head with lies. He told me the only way to restore Sol was to sacrifice Magnus. He even appeared as Odin, swinging a terrible sword that sounded like the screams of men dying on the battlefield. Then the real Odin appeared. I was confused, injured. I believe he was my enemy, so I thrust the Sun's Tear through his chest.”

I buried my face in my hands. “Oh, god, what did I do? He was there to help me.” My word spilled out of me like my tears rained down my cheeks. “He wanted to protect me. He rode up on his eight-legged horse. I should have known. And he was so confused. He didn't understand what was happening or why I stabbed him. Not at first.

“And then...he understood. I saw it in his eyes. He didn't hate me.” I looked up from my hands at Freddy and Gerdie, their faces betraying their shock. “Why didn't he hate me? I hate myself for it. He was the one that died. But he told me what to do. He even gave me something. How? How could he do that?”

“He cared for you,” whispered Freddie. “Odin loved all his Valkyrie like his own daughters. He only ever had sons. Baldur, Hother, and Thor. Some say Loki is his bastard. But he never had a daughter until your ancestor swore her oath. He loved you as much as your sisters, aunts, and cousins.”

“You poor thing,” Gerdie sobbed. She rushed forward and knelt before me. She took my hand. “Loki is behind all of this? Muninn didn't mention any of this.”

“Loki can change what people see,” Magnus growled. “Even Odin's ravens.”

“And he can be anyone and in multiple places,” I sobbed. “That's how he did it. He played us. He was the Thief, himself, and Odin all at the same time.”

“The Brisingamen,” Freddy muttered. “He stole it from my sister years ago. Heimdall even tried to stop it. They had bad blood ever since.”

“What is the Brisingamen?” I asked, looking up, my eyes burning.

“A necklace forged by four dwarves that my sister had to, eh, entertain.” Color splashed across Freddie's cheeks. “I think she was angry at Odin at the time. This was when she was the most beautiful goddess, still young and fertile. After she...entertained all four, they forged her a necklace that would allow her to be in more than one place. She wanted to keep tabs on Odin. She suspected he was having an affair.”

“Was he?” I asked.

“Undoubtedly. My sister and her husband had a heated marriage. Things sometimes grew very petty between them.”

“The problem with the Brisingamen is its very nature. So long as he can keep making four versions of himself, he can't die. If you managed to kill one, he'd just make another. You'd have to get all four together in one spot to finish him off or steal the necklace from him.” Gerdie shook her head. “I doubt that will ever happen. I know Thor has tried once.”