by Renee Jordan
“Watching you stand with that flaming sword facing the monster was amazing,” he growled, setting me down on my feet. “You were beautiful and powerful. A warrior. My Valkyrie with a sword of fire, burning with all her passion. You were fearless.” He grinned. “You were the Warrior-Queen Boudica facing the Romans unafraid.”
I had no idea who Boudica was, but his words stirred me. His blue eyes shone with passion. “And you were...” I struggled to find a comparison. Jacob, from Twilight? No, that was insulting to this strong man. “I don't know. Amazing. Powerful. Strong. Wonderful, Magnus. You were wonderful.”
His hands grabbed the hem of my wet polo shirt, ripping it off my body. My white bra was also soaked, my breasts bleeding through the material, my nipples dark shadows. His hand slid up my stomach to my breasts, gripping them through the material as he seized my lips in another kiss.
My body quivered. His kisses sent such waves of fire burning through my body. My hands found his hard, rippling stomach. I slid higher, dipping beneath his leather vest to caress his strength. I pushed the vest off as we kissed, my fingers tracing down his arms and back up to his neck. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.
His fingers were deft. My bra came undone. He had a lot of practice at that.
Magnus pulled my bra off of my shoulders and down my arms. My naked breasts pressed against his chest. My nipples rubbed on his pecs. Wonderful tingles shot down between my thighs. I moaned into his kiss, pressing my body against his muscular strength.
His hands roamed down my body to my wet pants. I kicked off my tennis shoes as he unsnapped my slacks. His strong hands pushed the soaked pants off my hips. They clung to my thighs, not wanting to fall.
In irritation, I broke the kiss and shoved my pants down my thighs and calves. I peeled them off with my wet socks, throwing them across the bedroom. I rose, my breasts swaying. I was naked save for my panties. They were wet, too, and not just from the melted snow.
Magnus pushed my wet hair off my neck, his fingers stroking through the black mess. “I get to have my beauty of the night again.”
“Again and again,” I whispered, my heart thudding.
His smile was magnificent.
I threw myself at him, pressing my breasts to his chest as we kissed. His strong hands slid down my back to my butt. He squeezed the cheeks through my underwear before he pushed his fingers into my panties and gripped my naked flesh. He pulled me tight, his cock hard in his blue jeans. I ground on him, shuddering as the delight roared through me.
Magnus broke the kiss to nibble at my neck. I groaned as he moved lower and lower. His lips spread fire across my skin. His hands pushed my panties down as he sank lower. I gasped as he sucked a hard nipple between his lips. He nipped with his tongue, his blue eyes shining with joy.
“You naughty wolf,” I gasped as he nipped again. “Mmm, that's nice.”
My panties were down around my knees and then they slipped to my feet. I stepped out of them. His hands slid up and down my inner thigh. Heat roared from his touch to my sex. My pussy clenched. The burning itch grew and grew as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. He went back and forth, hungry for my nipples.
“Magnus,” I sighed as his fingers brushed my wet vulva adorned by silky pubic hair. He stroked me. I shuddered and writhed my hips. His fingers teased up to my clit, brushing it with his thumb. My hips bucked at the sudden electricity. “Oooh, you are a bad wolf. My bad wolf.”
He pulled his finger away, wet with my juices, and smeared my passion on my nipple. My tangy excitement mixed with his manly musk. I shuddered at the intoxicating brew—leather and sweat tinged with aromatic vanilla.
Magnus sucked on the nipple flavored with my pussy. He growled his delight, his fingers returning to tease my sex. I shifted my hips, my hands on his naked shoulders. I groaned with bliss as the pleasure tumbled through me.
“That's nice,” I purred, pushing on his shoulders. “But you're not naked yet. I want to see all of you, Magnus. All weekend, I had your sexy body burned in my mind. Let me see you again.”
Magnus grinned at me. “Damn, you are bold. Not like the weak women that...”
I arched an eyebrow at him.
His grin grew. “I probably shouldn't talk about the barflies that buzz around biker bars.”
“Nope,” I told him. “Unless it's to say how much better I am than them.”
“So much better,” he growled as I pushed him down on the bed. He let me do it. He was strong. If he wanted to stop me, he could. That made him so sexy. “They're weak, simpering. They would let me do anything to them because they just wanted to please me.”
“I want to please you,” I purred, kneeling before him and reaching for his thick belt. “How am I so different?”
“Because you want to please me your way,” Magnus grinned. “You want to show me your passion. You don't just want to lie there and let me take you. You want to do a little taking of your own.”
I smiled as his belt came undone. I pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He was hard and throbbing down there. “And you want me to take you?”
“I want you to be strong,” he answered. “That's what makes you so exciting. You had the courage to walk in the night. I want to tame you. Make you mine.”
“A raven perching on your shoulder?”
His hips lifted up as I pulled down his jeans. They bunched around his feet. I went to work unlacing his boots.
“Yes,” he answered. “How could I not want someone so beautiful and wild. The way you fought today. Boudica and Artemisia all rolled into one.”
“Those better be beautiful, exciting women,” I purred as I pulled off his boot.
“They were. Songs have been sung about them. History remembers their actions. Warrior-Queens.”
My cheeks reddened as I pulled off his other boot. “You really know how to make me feel special.”
Tears formed in my eyes.
His hands cupped my cheeks. “You are special. I knew it the night I spotted you.”
Our lips met again. My body burned. My hands found his boxers. I reached inside his underwear, grasping his throbbing passion. This man came to my rescue today. He tracked me down. He loved me. I wanted to repay him. I wanted to show him my thanks.
I broke the kiss and lowered my lips. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. Magnus groaned, leaning back on his elbows, his blue eyes watching me. I smiled around the crown, sucking it between my lips. His salty flavor filled my senses.
“Damn, that is nice,” he groaned.
I sucked harder, excited to please him. My heart thudded between my breasts as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. I let my tongue explore around him. His body twitched. He leaned back his head, letting out a growling moan.
“So nice, Raven.” His fingers reached down and ran through my hair. “Fuck, you know how to make a man feel appreciated. You are beautiful.”
I smiled about his shaft.
My hands found his balls. Gently, I kneaded them. They moved between my fingers. He groaned again, his hips arching. I sucked harder. There was something so intimate about this act. I was kneeling before him, sucking on his cock because I wanted to love him.
His strong hands stroked through my hair. They tightened as his pleasure grew. He growled. His muscular chest flexed as he shifted. He was so strong. My other hand rubbed at his strong thighs as I pleasured him.
“Damn, Raven,” he growled, seizing my shoulders. “I need to taste you, too.”
Magnus lifted me off his cock. I moaned, “What? I'm not finished with you.”
His grin was powerful. I shuddered as he pulled me atop his body. And then he spun me around. My breasts rubbed on his stomach as he deftly maneuvered my body. My legs straddled his neck. His breath was warm on my excited vulva.
“Ooh, you naughty wolf,” I moaned as I leaned down to suck on his cock again.
“We both can have fun,” he laughed as his rough hands stroked my thighs up to my ass.
Magnus's fingers clenched on my butt-cheeks as I sucked harder. My hips shifted, rubbing my pussy on his face. My body trembled. The fires burning inside me flared hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his every touch.
My nipples burned on his rippling abs. I moaned about his dick, giving him a hummer. He growled, thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy's depths. He swirled it about, teasing all those wonderful nerves inside me. I worked more of his cock into my mouth as I stroked his shaft. He brushed the back of my throat. Then I sucked up his shaft until I was licking at the crown. His salty flavor stained my mouth. I loved it. I ran my tongue through his slit, eager for more.
“Raven,” he groaned.
I cupped his balls. They felt so full. I stroked his shaft faster as I nibbled and licked at the tip. My tongue ran along the edge of his crown. His fingers tightened on my ass. His tongue flew through my folds, teasing me. Exciting me.
“Raven,” he moaned.
His balls tightened in my hand. His cock throbbed. My mouth flooded with salty come. I moaned in delight. I swirled his seed through my mouth and swallowed as he erupted again and again. He growled into my pussy with each blast. His body bucked and heaved beneath me.
“Did you like that?” I purred before licking the last drop.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled.
“Fuck, yes?” I giggled. “Some of your eloquence has vanished.”
“It's hard to think after something that good,” he growled.
I sat up and turned on his face, settling my pussy back down on his lips. I gripped the headboard. The faintest wisp of lemon polish tickled my nose. My fingers slipped from the wood and my eyes closed for a moment as a rush of pleasure shot through me. When I opened them, the headboard gleamed like it had just been polished.
Before I could puzzle out what happened, Magnus's tongue swiped through my pussy lips. My back arched. My breasts thrust forward and I seized the now-slick headboard as I screamed, “Yes!”
The pleasure shuddered through me as I squirmed on his lips. I looked down, meeting his blue eyes as he devoured me. They shone with such passion. His tongue and lips on my pussy showed me a new form of poetry—one of pure, wordless bliss.
“Oh, Magnus,” I purred, my fingers curling on the slick headboard. It creaked as my body shuddered. “Damn, that's amazing. Mmm, keep licking me.”
My hips squirmed, grinding my wet folds across his strong lips. His hands squeezed my thighs. My head tossed, whipping my hair, already drying, about me. My hips undulated. I rode his wonderful tongue, my clit brushing his nose.
He growled and moaned beneath me. He feasted on me. His eyes shown with wolfish passion. The beast rose in him. I loved it. His right hand moved, gripping my ass cheeks. His fingers probed between them, brushing my sphincter.
“Magnus!” I moaned as he sank his finger down to the knuckle in my tight depths. Burning pleasure radiated from my ass, mixing with the delight in my pussy. “Oh, baby. Oh, yes. I love it, Magnus.”
His finger worked in rhythm with his tongue. They probed me together. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a wave of bliss shot through me. I ground harder on his lips. His stubble caressed my clit, teasing my sensitive bud.
“So good. You stud.”
My breathing quickened. My entire body trembled. I was on the cusp of bliss. My butt clenched, squeezing on his finger, as I slid across his hungry mouth. I was eager for every brush of his tongue and caress of his lips.
I was ready to come.
“Magnus!”
The word spilled from my lips as my climax shuddered through me. I pulled hard on the headboard. It flexed and groaned. The rapture filled me. My pussy spasmed about his probing tongue. My juices poured out. I pressed hard on him. His lips found my clit. His tongue flicked it.
“Fuck! Magnus! Yes!”
A second, more powerful orgasm burst through me. It slammed through my body. My vision fuzzed. I leaned forward until my temple pressed against the wall, bracing my body. I let the pleasure wash through me. I was engulfed in rapture.
What a wonderful man.
I barely was aware of him pulling me off his face. I was pressed against him, my eyes fluttering. I moaned his name as he nuzzled at my neck. His lips moved to mine. My tangy passion stained them. I kissed him and held him. His strong body mounted me.
I spread my thighs for him.
“Take me!” I screamed as I clamped my legs about his hips, pulling him to me. His hard cock prodded at my pussy. “Oh, Magnus. I need you in me.”
“My fierce warrior-woman,” he grinned. “Tell me what you want?”
“You! I want you, Magnus. Make love to me. Take me, thrust into my depths. Oh, god, I need to feel you in me again. I never should have snuck out of the hotel room.”
His lips met mine again. I moaned into his kiss as he thrust his hips.
Magnus was in me.
My body shuddered. My pussy clamped about his thick shaft. He spread me open. My toes curled as my hips bucked. I undulated into his thrust. His strong arms wrapped about me. I held him. His blond hair brushed my face as we moved together.
I savored this moment. He broke the kiss, lifting up on his elbows. Our eyes met. I stared into those passionate, wild depths. The bed creaked with the urgency of our love making. My groin ached from his hard, deep thrusts. I bucked into them, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Sparks flared between us.
“I want to walk with you every night,” he growled.
“God, yes!” My fingers dug into his back. Pleasure rippled through me.
I pulled him down for another kiss. His hands pushed beneath me. He held me tight and rolled us over. I writhed atop of him, using my legs as leverage. His hips thrust up, almost bouncing me along his cock. My breasts and nipples rubbed into his chest. My black hair fell in a curtain about our faces. I pressed my forehead against his and lost myself in his blue eyes.
Pleasure rippled through my body. I spasmed about his shaft. I moaned his name every time the rapture engulfed my mind. His hands squeezed my ass. He guided me on his cock. He growled and snarled my name.
My back arched as another wave of bliss shuddered through me. I thrust my breasts forward. His lips found a nipple. My pussy clenched hard about his cock as his sucking mouth added another wave to my passion.
“Magnus,” I moaned, stroking his face. “My wolf.”
His fingers tightened on my ass. He pulled me down on his cock. He growled about my nipple. His passion flooded me. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored the pulses of warmth filling me. I shuddered atop him.
I think I loved this man. No. I did love this man.
I collapsed on his chest, the pair of us panting. A wonderful musk filled my nose. Salty and tangy, thick with our excitement. Our love. I rested my head on his chest. My eyes closed. I was safe in his arms. He would protect me in this dangerous world we had been thrust into.
I fell into my dreams.
Chapter Ten
Magnus
Raven was still in my arms when I woke.
The wind howled through the window. It was dark outside. Night had fallen to this world. Utgard. The Outer World of Norse Mythology, where the monsters, trolls, giants, ogres, and other beasts lived. It was supposedly cut off from Midgard, our world, by a fence made of the toenails of the giant Ymir when his body was fashioned into the world by Odin.
I never thought Utgard actually existed. Why would I? It was a fairy tale told by men trying to understand the dangers of their world. I also never thought Valkyrie existed either, and yet one slept in my arms. Her black hair was piled in a mess about her face. Her breasts rose beneath the covers, her head pillowed atop my arm.
My arm tingled, her head pinching ner
ves and putting my arm to sleep. But I didn't want to move my arm or her head. I didn't want to disturb her sleep. I studied her beauty. I brushed a single lock from her high cheekbone and smiled. She was a fierce, Scandinavian beauty even in sleep. Lord Byron's poem was perfect for her.
A violent tremble shook her. Raven's eyes fluttered behind closed lids. She dreamed. A girlish whimper escaped her lips. A child's whimper. About what did she dream? Some horror from her childhood?
“Raven,” I whispered. “It's okay.”
She trembled again. Pain crossed her sleeping face. Her eyebrows scrunched and a grimace crossed her lips. I shook her shoulders. “Raven. It's just a dream.”
With a gasp, her eyes opened blue. Vibrant. Tears built in the corner. She looked around in the dark, her body shifting. I held her to my chest. She sobbed my name and clung to me. I stroked her hair as her trembles subsided.
“Just a dream,” I whispered. “Nightmares are banished by the light of dawn, mere shadows that dance and play, yet have no substance.”
“Who said that?” she whispered.
“I did,” I answered.
“So your words don't always fail you?” Raven asked, her body relaxing in my arms.
“Not always. Sometimes the terrible poems I wrote come back to me.”
“A poet, a biker, and a werewolf. You are a lot of contradictions rolled into one man.”
“All men are contradictions,” I answered. “We are diverse urges locked in one flesh all pulling in different directions.”
“See. That's what I'm talking about.” She sat up, the blanket slipping down to expose those round breasts. “You look and dress like the meanest, most bad-ass biker around, and yet you say such beautiful things.”
“I loved to read when I was a kid,” I answered with a shrug. “I still do. It beats watching TV to pass the time.”
“I like watching TV,” Raven said, indignation flashing across her face. The nightmare was fading from her and her fierce strength was returning.