“Now, now, Sugarbuns, I'm just trying to be friendly.” His hand wandered down my back to squeeze my rear.
“Hey,” I shouted, pushing him away. “What the hell?”
Talon's smile grew. “I love a feisty woman. Me 'n you are gonna have some fun tonight.” His eyes flicked down to my low-cut top. “Mmm, yes.”
“That's not happening.” I crossed my arms before my breasts. “So just back off.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I really shouldn't have walked into here. The disgusting biker had the same confidence as the wolf, but he wasn't nearly as handsome. The other biker's boldness had been attractive. This guy was just a sleazeball, no matter how confident he sounded.
And I had never been called something so disgusting in my life. Sugarbuns? I wanted to hurl.
“Relax, Sugarbuns, relax. If you're nice to me, I'll take care of you.”
“Stop calling me that,” I hissed. I glanced at the bartender, but she had wandered off.
“How 'bout Sugartits.” Talon's leer grew. “Because you have an amazing pair.”
Talon reached out to grasp me.
I slapped him hard.
His face grew angry. “You fuckin' cunt,” Talon spat. “You think you can wander into this bar dressed like a whore and not expect to be taken for a ride?”
“Yes!”
My heart pounded in my chest. I looked around the room, hoping someone would step forward.
Talon seized my hand, pulling me to him. “Bertha, I'm heading up to the club room to teach this mouthy bitch a lesson.”
“This is just gonna cause problems, Talon,” the bartender said. “Just let her go. She—”
Talon rounded on her. On the back of his fringed, leather vest was a screaming, bald eagle with bloody talons. In big letters beneath the patch was a second that read “Bloody Eagles Motorcycle Club, Covington Chapter.”
“You shut your fucking mouth, Bertha,” Talon growled.
The butch woman paled.
I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. “I'm not going upstairs with you.”
This really couldn't be happening. How did this night go so bad? Most of the bar hadn't even noticed anything going on. And the few that did just smiled, laughed, and continued drinking their beers.
Talon yanked me away from the bar, pulling me towards the stairs that were by the back door. I dug my heels into the floor. That didn't stop the strong man.
“Someone, help me,” I shouted, looking around.
No one moved a muscle.
“No one cares, Sugartits,” Talon laughed. “You wandered into my territory. But don't worry, once you get a taste of what I'm packin', you'll be eager for more.”
I screeched in fury and slapped at his back. He didn't care.
When we were near the back door, about to head upstairs, the wolf biker stepped into the bar. His blue eyes hardened when he saw me, his fist balling up.
“Magnus?” Talon spat. “You fuckin' bastard. What are you doin' in my bar?”
Magnus's fist slammed into Talon's face. The disgusting biker stumbled back, blood pouring from his broken nose. He crashed onto the ground, his eyes rolling up in his head. There was a momentary pause, and then a roar burst out of the other bikers.
“Come on,” Magnus said, grabbing my arm. “Let's go.”
I didn't argue. I let him drag me out of the bar. His bike idled right outside the back door. I didn't hesitate to jump on behind him, wrapping my arms around his broad torso as I hugged him. My heart hammered in my chest as his bike roared and took off down an alley that ran behind the bar.
“You okay?” he asked as the bike burst out onto a foggy street. He took a hard turn.
“Yes,” I screamed, my body buzzing with excitement. “You punched him.”
“Fucker had it coming,” he snarled. “Talon and his assholes are a bunch of pigs.”
“You were right,” I whispered.
“Yep.”
“And you came to rescue me?”
“Yep.”
I hugged him tighter.
Behind us, motorcycles roared as the rest of the Blood Eagles poured out of the bar. Dogs barked as the peaceful night of the small town of Covington was ruined by the growl of the bikes. The cold air whipped past me as Magnus took a hard turn. He weaved through the streets, turning right and left and going every which way through the fog.
I was completely lost.
I couldn't believe this complete stranger rescued me. I pressed my face into his right shoulder. The rich scent of leather filled my nose, and beneath it was a masculine scent. My nipples hardened in my top and the roar of the bike's engine vibrated through my seat.
I was all too aware of the thin scrap of my panties between me and the vinyl seat. My skirt had ridden up as I straddled the bike. I pressed my legs tight about his as I held him. The foggy, night town roared by us as we raced away from danger.
As we rode, the roar of the Blood Eagles's bikes fading behind us, I realized just how sexy it was to be rescued. Magnus didn't know me. He didn't have to step into a bar where he was outnumbered twenty-to-one by a dangerous motorcycle club to save me.
But he did.
My desires grew hotter inside me. I was almost drunk on the excitement. It was like a movie. And he was so handsome and wild. So strong. He knocked Talon out with a single punch. I shuddered on the back of the bike.
Such naughty thoughts went through my mind.
No man had ever made me so excited before.
I became aware that my fingers were touching his rippling abs as I held him. I traced his muscles as I asked, “Where are you taking me?”
“Depends,” Magnus answered. “On how wild you want to get tonight.”
Another warm flush went through me.
“Are you going to devour me?” I moaned as we slowed to a stop at a streetlight. I had no idea where we were.
“Do you want me to devour you?” He flashed a look over his shoulder, his blue eyes smoldering. He had the strong, chiseled face of a Viking warrior. I could easily picture this man in furs at the prow of a longboat, ready to reeve and pillage.
“Yes,” I answered before I lost my nerve.
I couldn't believe I said that. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I wasn't the type of girl that had one night stands. I rarely put out. Only two boyfriends had ever gotten me into bed, and both times had been so disappointing.
But my heart screamed to be wild tonight. I was rescued by a hunky warrior, and it felt right to give myself to him.
Magnus revved his hog and roared through the intersection before the light even changed green.
Despite the cold wind rushing by, I was on fire. My black hair whipped behind me as we roared through the night streets. I clung to Magnus for warmth, my fingers toying with the hard flesh of his stomach while the engine's vibration made me wetter with every passing mile.
The fog dwindled and then vanished before we pulled into the Maple Valley Best Western. I only had the vaguest idea where Maple Valley was. I believed the town lay farther east on Highway 516 from Covington and Seattle.
I didn't care.
I was almost sad when the 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. Hi
s 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.
A raven cawed. I barely spotted the black bird sitting on a telephone pole. It almost seemed like it watched me.
The electric lock of his motel room whined and the door clicked. He threw it open and carried me inside the motel room. I gasped as he threw me down on the bed, my body bouncing in delight as he stood over me. My purse fell out of my hand and tumbled across the bed and fell to the floor.
He peeled off his vest. His body was all hard, tan muscles. “You are just delicious, Raven. You walk with the beauty of the night.”
I blushed as he moved to the bed. “Such eloquence from an outlaw.”
“Beauty can stir even a beast's heart,” he growled before his lips captured mine again. I moaned, stretched out on the bed, as his hands roamed the fabric of my dress. I savored his kiss as his touch ignited my body.
I was breathless when he broke the kiss and eager to help him remove my clothes. He slipped the dress's straps from my shoulders. I sat up so he could unzip me. The dress became loose, slipping off my naked breasts. I lifted my hips so he could wiggle it down my legs and toss it to the floor. I shivered as his gaze drank in my quivering breasts.
Magnus went to them, nuzzling with his whiskered cheeks. I shuddered as the rough stubble slid across my sensitive nipples. They were hard and pink, sending delicious shivers down to my burning sex. His lips engulfed one, sucking hard. I bucked and squirmed, my thighs working against each other, trying to take the edge off my clit.
“Yes,” I purred, running my fingers through his wild, blond hair.
Magnus sucked harder while his hands roamed my body. He touched me everywhere: my flat stomach, my trembling arms, my sleek legs, and the curve of my neck. I grew wetter and wetter with each brush of his fingertips.
And then he found my panties.
I sucked in a breath as his finger dipped beneath the lacy waistband. He pushed in deeper, brushing the neatly trimmed, golden curls of pubic hair adorning my pudenda. I bit my lips, squirming more as he pushed deeper, reaching for my dripping sex.
“Yes, Magnus,” I gasped as his finger brushed my clitoris. My hips rose from the bed as a hot flash of pleasure shot through me.
His mouth sucked harder as he played with my clit, rubbing and caressing. The bed creaked beneath the ardor of his touch. My pussy clenched as the pleasure built. His bike had teased me the entire trip, priming me for his skilled touch. Magnus knew what he was doing. He played my body and I sang for him.
“Yes,” I gasped as my orgasm rolled hot through me. My past two lovers had never made me cum. I had barely even experienced that joy when I masturbated.
My eyes fluttered as bliss exploded through my mind. I shuddered and moaned, savoring every jolt of pleasure. My breath came in rapid sighs as my hips rose from the bed again. When I crashed back down, I realized Magnus was pulling off my panties.
I was naked before him. Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together. His eyes were hungry. I parted for him. I wanted this sexy biker to ravish me. His hands caressed up my thighs to a pussy aching and dripping with passion.
“I'm more than ready,” I moaned. “Take me.”
“But I haven't devoured you.” He licked his lips.
I shuddered. My girlfriends had whispered about their boyfriends going down on them. “Eat me, big, bad wolf.”
Magnus lowered his face, his eyes locked on mine. I watched him over my heaving breasts. His breath was warm on my flushed sex. I shuddered as he teased me. He was just inches away. I moaned, my pussy clenching in anticipation. His finger was skilled. I hoped his mouth was, too.
I had nothing to worry about.
“Oh, my big, bad wolf!” I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as ecstasy burned through my body.
His tongue was skilled. He swirled through all my folds. I never realized just how many wonderful spots there were down there. I savored every moment of his fingers and tongue caressing me. He alternated with long licks up my entire slit ending at my clit to short, almost sucking, swipes.
Magnus slipped two fingers into my tunnel as he feasted on me. I gripped the sheets, my back arching again as the pleasure burned through me. I sucked in deep breaths as I let the pleasure build and build. This was everything I wanted. I loved it. He was amazing.
Those thick fingers pumped inside of me. Warm fuzzies rippled up my nerves, bathing my mind with bliss. I humped my hips, grinding on his face. My toes curled as the pleasure kept building. I tossed my head back, sucking in deep breaths. Oh, god, it was amazing.
“My big, bad wolf!” I moaned as I bucked my hips, the pleasure swelling inside me. “Oh, yes. You're going to make me...again.”
“Good!” he growled. “Let yourself go for once. Enjoy the passion.”
“Yes!” The pleasure burned through me. The orgasm was even more intense than the first. My stomach contracted as the pleasure rippled through me. I rose and slammed back down on the bed as Magnus kept eating me. His fingers pumped in and out of me, caressing all the delights in my depths. The pleasure reached a peak. I never wanted this to end. I never wanted this night to end.
Magnus moved up my body, kissing as I shuddered. I savored the wonderful, buzzing bliss tingling my body. He reached my lips, kissing me hard. I didn't mind the taste of my pussy staining his lips. The tangy musk excited me. My hands slid down his strong body. I found his rippling abs and then his belt buckle. I fumbled at it as he kissed me. I pried open his belt and unfastened his pants.
I pushed his jeans off his hips, followed by his cotton boxers. A hard cock spilled out, brushing my belly. I grasped it, stroking him. He was thick and long. My pussy clenched. Neither of my last two partners had his girth.
Would it hurt? He was so thick.
I didn't care. I pushed his cock down, the tip sliding across my belly and then between my thighs. Magnus's hands grasped my legs, pulling them up as I guided him to my opening. I was his to ravish tonight.
Magnus broke the kiss. His blue eyes stared into mine. Oh, why did he have to have such gorgeous eyes? Why did he have to be so sweet? Why did he have to be a dangerous biker?
“Magnus!” I moaned as he plunged into me.
My flesh stretched around his cock. My toes arched. There was some pain as my pussy adjusted to his girth, but there was far more pleasure. I was filled by a man. My hands slid up his muscular sides, pulling him down as he thrust with power into me.
The bed creaked as we made love. I writhed and bucked beneath him. The pleasure his cock churned inside my pussy inspired me. Every stroke sent wonderful waves of pleasure through me. I gasped and groaned as our flesh slapped together, his pubic bone grinding on my clit.
I held him tight, our foreheads pressed together as our bodies undulated. My hard nipples scraped on his muscular chest. My silken skin rubbed against his body. Everywhere our flesh touched was another spice to the delicio
us pleasure churned in my pussy.
“Are you an angel?” he asked as he slammed into me. “How did you fall into my lap this evening?”
“I don't know,” I moaned as I bucked. “It's just our lucky night.”
“Just a lucky night?”
“Yes!” I moaned. “A night that will never end! Oh, yes!”
My heart beat faster. I never wanted to look away. I wanted to be loved by him forever. But I was afraid. He was so strong and passionate. He was so dangerous. My life would be so complicated. I couldn't let myself love him.
My orgasm suddenly burst through me. All my fears were banished. I just shuddered in his arms and let his passion devour me. My fears could wait for morning. Tonight I would burn with passion with my big, bad wolf.
His thrusts grew harder. Magnus kissed me as the bed groaned with the force of his hips. A second orgasm churned through me. And then, with a growl, he erupted into me. I held him, savoring the intimacy.
For tonight, he was all mine. And I was his.
~ ~ ~
Odin, the one-eyed god, stared down at the corpse of his son. A raven, perched on his shoulder, cawed. Baldur no longer glowed. The javelin of mistletoe had pierced through his heart. “How did this happen?”
“The mistletoe was too young when all in Midgard swore their oaths to never harm our son,” the matronly goddess answered as she stepped forward. Frigg dropped to her knees and cradled the head of her son. A tear fell from her cheek and splashed on his handsome face. None was more beautiful to look upon than Baldur. “This cannot go unanswered.”
“It won't,” the one-eyed god growled to his wife. “My Valkyrie will find justice.”
The grieving goddess looked up. “Your Valkyrie was here when our son died. Find another. She is tainted. This cannot be a coincidence. Our son's murderer plays a game, and she will be his piece.”
“Maybe,” the one-eyed god said, a smile cracking his lips. “But what a piece she will be. The murderer may find her harder to control than he thinks. Sigurd was her mother and Ragnar her father.”
~ ~ ~
Raven
Magnus still slept when I woke up, his naked body half-wrapped by sheets. I smiled, my body still buzzing on the passion of last night. I had never experienced such love. But he scared me. Scars and tattoos covered his hard body. He wasn't afraid of violence. Last night, he didn't hesitate to punch Talon.
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