by Renee Jordan
My climax burst through me.
I broke the kiss as my body shuddered. Wordless cries burst from my lip, praising the skill of my lover. My Einherjer. My werewolf. His arms held me as I trembled. His fingers pumped in and out of my convulsing pussy.
Magnus's lips captured mine in a kiss again as his fingers kept plunging in and out of me, and his thumb kept caressing my clit. The pleasure burst through me again. Another come rippled through my body. I bucked harder against him, his cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass, almost fucking me.
I twisted in his embrace, lying on my back. His cock was on my hips. The bed creaked and undulated as his stirring fingers kept prolonging my orgasm. My hand seized his cock, jerking him as I shuddered.
Our lips broke. “Damn,” I panted. “Damn, damn, damn. You are a sexy man.”
“I know,” Magnus grinned. So confident. So sure of his masculinity and his mastery over my body.
He pulled me onto his stomach as we kissed, his fingers slipping out of my sheath. I straddled him, grinding my clit on his cock as the pleasure faded from my body. I moaned into his strong kiss as his hands roamed my back and ass, caressing and squeezing.
“Time for you to go for a ride,” I purred, “and test drive your engine.”
Magnus grinned at me as I slid up his cock. I reached behind me and seized him. I was eager to feel him in me, stretching me open. I was ready to please my man. I stared into his eyes and wanted to weep at what I saw.
This man, my wolf, wouldn't hesitate to throw away his life to save me. He loved me so much. We hadn't known each other long, but we knew everything we needed about each other. I had played it safe in the dating world. Two boring guys. Nothing exciting. Nothing that could tempt me away from waiting for my man.
I had been afraid of how dangerous Magnus was. I ran from him. It was such a mistake. He was dangerous, but not to me. Not to his family. His pack.
I pressed myself down his shaft. My toes curled. I groaned and savored his girth sliding deeper into my sheath. My back arched. His hands squeezed my ass as he growled. He pulled me further down, impaling me on his cock.
“Magnus,” I groaned, savoring his name as I worked my hips.
I slid his cock in and out of me. My nipples grazed his chest as I rocked on him. My black hair fell about our faces. We were in our own private world of night. I stared into his eyes as the pleasure twisted across his face.
His hands guided me as I slid around him. He undulated my hips, stirring his rod around inside of me. I shuddered as new parts of my depths were caressed. Wonderful shudders rippled through my body as I rocked faster.
Magnus licked his lips. “Show me your beauty.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my face twisting. My pussy, already on fire from his finger, savored his shaft reaming me. New pleasure built inside of me. His pubic hair caressed my clit. My sensitive nub shot wicked delight through me.
“Take me for a ride,” I moaned. I wanted to give him such pleasure. Magnus always made me cum. He always loved me so much.
I wanted to always give him the same joy.
Magnus's hands clenched on my ass. I gasped as he held me and flipped us over. My back crashed into the mattress. I groaned in delight. I was strong and my wolf knew it. He didn't have to treat me like fine china.
The bed rocked hard. The headboard slammed into the wall, a wonderful, staccato beat to the powerful strokes of his body. His muscles bunched as he looked down on me, bracing himself on his strong arms.
My pussy ached from the fervor of his strokes. I loved it. I bucked to meet him. My hands caressed his hard pecs and traced his tattoo. I traced the dragon clutching the woman tattooed on his chest. More ink covered him, delicious designs that rippled as his muscles moved.
“Damn,” I groaned. “You are too gorgeous.”
His grin was hungry. His strokes grew harder, slamming into my depths. I wrapped my thighs about his hips, pulling him in deep. I wanted the powerful thrusts. My pussy boiled around his cock, stirred up by the wonderful friction forming between us.
My body bucked in delight. The pleasure swelled.
“Let me see that pleasure burn through you,” he growled as he stared into my eyes. “Show it to me. Let your engine purr.”
“Yes!” I gasped, my pussy convulsing as my body tensed. His cock pistoned in and out. My back spasmed.
A powerful come rocketed through me.
I screeched at the top of my lungs as I thrashed beneath him. I let my man know how hard he revved my engines. My pussy rejoiced around his thrusting shaft as the pleasure burned hot and fast through me.
And he kept plunging into me. His stamina was incredible.
He leaned down, crushing me beneath his powerful chest. I hugged him and kissed at the stubble on his jaw. I savored his rough passion. My back and hips undulated as my orgasm died. His cock sent ripples of delight, small memories of the climax that had consumed me moments earlier.
“Show me your passion,” I growled into his ear. I nipped his lobe. “Let it roar through you.”
“What a woman,” Magnus groaned as he slammed into me. His face twisted. The wolf howled out of him as he spilled into my depths.
I shuddered, warm, fuzzy delight rushing through my body as his seed filled me. My man's seed. I held him tight and savored his passion. His arms wrapped around me. His wonderful strength was atop me.
I held him tight. I never wanted to let him go.
~ ~ ~
The Thief marched downstairs into the main room of the Bear and Eagle bar. He held a rod covered in a large cloth of white felt. The remaining Blood Eagles, Griff and seven others, sat around a table. Griff's right eye was an angry wound, cauterized shut, the eye boiled away by the Valkyrie's sword. Empty bottles of Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Captain Morgan littered the table.
Griff fixed his remaining eye angrily on the Thief. “Are you finished butchering my club?”
The Thief grinned around his tusks. “I gave your club powers. It is not my fault they were too weak to use them.”
“Magnus butchered three-quarters of my brothers,” Griff snarled, slamming his hand down on the table. A bottle of Captain Morgan fell off the edge and shattered on the floor.
The other Blood Eagles fixed hard eyes on the Thief. They fingered handguns, their weathered faces considering.
“And you destroyed his club,” the Thief answered. “Did you think it would be bloodless? Victory always has a cost.”
“Cost?” Griff slammed his hand on the table again. His bald head mottled red as he clenched his jaw. “This isn't fucking victory. It'll take years to gain back what we've lost. And Magnus is still alive. You didn't even kill him.”
“You failed to kill the Valkyrie,” the Thief laughed, “when she was helpless. At your mercy.”
Griff stood up. “You used us to get that fucking hunk of glowing rock.”
The President of the Blood Eagles Motorcycle Club pulled out a gun and pointed it at the Thief. His men followed, chairs falling back as they rose, cocking back the hammers on pistols and revolvers. The Thief faced them down and then whipped off the cloth.
A shining spear glowed in his hands. Liquid, golden light ran up and down the shaft. A halo surrounded the spear. Heat flooded through the room. The Thief marched up to Griff and thrust it at the biker.
“While I labored on the weapon that will kill Magnus and his whore, you sat down here sniveling like little boys,” growled the Thief. “Are you boys? Or fucking men who will stop weeping into their drinks like old women? Will you stand and fight your enemies?”
Griff seized the weapon. The light flared bright as the power surged through him.
Chapter Fifteen
Raven
We didn't speak for a long while. I let him hold me as my hands stroked the rejuvenating wounds on his chest and side. He had been hurt, but he was an Einherjer. Like me, he healed fast. My own side hardly ached any longer.
The sun lightened the window. Dawn appr
oached.
“I called your club silly,” I finally said, breaking the silence.
“Yes.” His voice was tight. Controlled.
“It's not. I was just...panicked. I was scared for you, and I didn't understand why you were so focused on your club.” I swallowed. “I'm sorry.”
Magnus nodded.
“I understand. They're your family. They were attacked. You had to respond. It was just bad timing.”
Magnus shook his head. “It was all a set-up. The Thief was there, pretending to be Thomas. The Blood Eagles...” Magnus jaw tightened. “They were changed.”
“Were-eagles?” I asked.
He glanced down at my bandaged side.
“Griff,” I answered. “He turned into something like the frost troll, only an ape-eagle instead of an ape-wolf. He waited for me to pick up the Sun's Tear and put it in a pouch. The Tear was hot. It almost consumed me. But I'm special.”
“You are,” Magnus whispered and caressed my hair.
“What happened to you?” I touched his scars that had been bloody wounds only hours ago. “The were-eagles?”
“We planned an ambush. We were going to kill and wound as many of the fuckers as we could.”
I nodded. I wasn't shocked. Magnus was dangerous, an outlaw. The Blood Eagles attacked him, so he struck back hard. To teach them a lesson.
“But it was a trap. The Thief was pretending to be Thomas. The Blood Eagles transformed. Our guns didn't hurt them. They butchered my brothers.”
Pain thickened his words. His eyes were hard. I wanted him to let it out, but instead he clutched to the agony, feeding the angry wolf inside of him. I hugged him tightly. Tears were in my eyes. I didn't really get to meet his club members, but they were his family.
I knew what losing family was like.
“Then the Thief revealed himself. He killed Jim and Poncho.”
“The Thief was there?” I frowned. “But...he was at the crater where the Tear fell.”
“What?”
“He was there.” I swallowed and hesitated. “Loki lured him off.”
Magnus's face tightened. His anger lurked on the edges. He held it off.
“Loki came to help me. He lured off the Thief and let me grab the stone.” I paused. “Are there two Thieves? Loki called him a giant. I mean, they could be like brothers or something.”
“Maybe,” Magnus frowned and his eyes narrowed. Was his frown caused by the Thief or Loki?
“Did they all...die?” I asked him, steering away from Loki and the snarled mess he caused. It was hard keeping his handsome face out of my mind. I made my choice.
“No. Big Hoss, Thunder, and Skids made it out of the fight. Vince was on lookout and Dwayne's still in the hospital.” His eyes grew bleak. There had been over twenty men in the club room yesterday.
“Tell me about your club.” I snuggled closer, wanting to hold him and take away his pain. “What made it so special?”
“I was always fascinated with the lifestyle. My dad was a boxer. Never made it big, but he was always in the gym, training. Some of the guys he trained with were 1%. They were tough men, even compared to my dad.
“I wanted to be like them. Independent. My dad always pushed me that way. Making sure I was tough, able to handle myself, and not back down from a fight.”
I smiled.
“I joined a few clubs, but none of them were true outlaws. I almost joined the Blood Eagles, but then I saw Talon beating one of the sheep.” He paused. “It's a name for the barflies that hang around, eager to be a part of the lifestyle and maybe become an ol' lady.”
“Am I an ol' lady?”
Magnus nodded his head. “But the sheep, well, they get passed around. They're for the club's use.”
I grimaced. I did not like the sound of that.
“And he was just beating the shit out of her. I hated it. She was weak. She couldn't fight back, and the rest of the club just laughed. They thought she deserved it. 'Dumb cunt spilled his drink.' As simple as that.”
“What did you do?”
Magnus licked his lips. “I attacked Talon. There were twenty of them. I got a few licks in before they overpowered me. They dragged me out back and kicked the shit out of me. I was eighteen and had more than a few illusions dispelled about outlaw bikers that day. But I still wanted to be one. Big Hoss was there. He watched the fight. He was drifting up out of California with his ol' lady. Something bad happened to his club, and he doesn't like to talk about it.
“But we hit it off after he helped patch me up. Took a few months; they fucked me up. We talked and met a few other guys lurking around Maple Valley. Men tired of the rules of society. We founded the Black Wolves. There were five of us. Thomas, Boots, Big Hoss, Jim, and myself. We made our patch and started recruiting.”
Magnus looked at the ceiling.
“We were brothers. If I needed help, any one of those men would be there for me. If I was attacked, we'd hit back together. Wolves are not solitary animals. We're a pack. We defend each other. Defend what's ours. We live and bleed together.”
“It's definitely not silly,” I whispered. “So it's boys only, huh?”
“The women, centered around the ol' ladies, have their own thing. They are there for each other and us.” He shook his head. “I led my brothers into a slaughter.”
“You were tricked,” I whispered. “By the Thief.”
“And he has it? This Sun's Tear?”
I nodded my head.
“What is it?” Magnus asked. “You mentioned that Odin would kill me if you didn't get it. Something Loki said.”
“I feel cold,” I told him. “Some of the warmth has gone out of the world. The Sun's Tear, it's the embodiment of Sol, the sun goddess. It's the Aesir's power. It doesn't really affect mortals or the real sun, but with her dead the gods are weak. So if I don't get it back, Odin will keep taking my fire until I can't sustain your life anymore.” Tears burned in my eyes. “He's so cruel.”
“And he told you that? Get the Sun's Tear or I die.”
“He claimed the Sun's Tear gave me power and the longer it was missing, the weaker I would get. But Loki said it was a lie. There's a prophecy. I'm chosen.” My tears burned hotter as they rolled down my cheeks. “Odin let my parents die so I would fit the requirements. I have a choice to make. I can restore the gods or end them.”
“And why would you end them? Because that's what Loki wants you to do?”
“He's not as bad as you think,” I said. “I know he kissed me. He shouldn't have done that. And...well...there is something...attractive about him.”
Magnus tensed. He let out a snarl.
“I think if I hadn't met you, I could love Loki.” I held him tighter. “But I met you first. I chose you. Loki was just too late. I told him that before he lured off the Thief.”
“He's a liar,” Magnus growled. “You cannot trust him. He's trouble. All the stories have him playing cruel tricks.”
“But he wants to be good. I saw it in him.”
Magnus pulled away.
“Please,” I gasped and clutched him. “Please. I believed him. He said to restore the Sun's Tear, I would have to sacrifice my fire anyways. Odin left out the part where I have to let you die to give Odin back his powers.
“What?” snarled Magnus.
“I can't do that. I can't let you die.”
“How do you know Loki is telling the truth? What made you so distrust Odin?”
“Besides the fact we're his slaves?” I spat. “My ancestor made a deal with him, and she signed up all her descendants. And I roped you in when I made my choice. We're his tools to be used and discarded. He did it to my parents. They were more useful to him dead, so they died.”
“And?” Magnus asked.
“After Fenrir's attack, Odin told me how we ended up in Utgard.”
Magnus sat up. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because Odin did it to us.”
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Magnus
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sp; The growl ripped out of my throat. Odin had thrown us into Utgard? He had put my Raven in that much danger?
“Odin sent the frost troll to attack me. Us,” she continued. My fist clenched. “He did it so you would die, and I would make you an Einherjer. Then he threw us into Utgard. Odin didn't have time to train me. He needed me ready. He was willing to gamble on us being trapped in there forever. On us dying. What if Loki never told us how to get out?”
“He sent the frost troll after you.” My teeth clenched. I wanted to find the one-eyed god and tear his throat out. Him and the Thief. No one tried to harm my Valkyrie.
“I didn't tell you because you would try to kill him.” Her arms went around me. “And he would win. He was savaged by Fenrir, but was instantly fine. I'm not even sure the wolf could have killed him. It was just a ploy. Another way to train me. We both almost died fighting that beast.” Raven shuddered in my arms. “But I can kill him. With the Sun's Tear. I can set us free.”
“How do we kill him?” I growled. The wolf snarled in me. The rage threatened to consume me.
Raven had almost died. Odin had almost killed her.
Just like the Thief.
I would rip them both apart. My fangs, my ax, my teeth would taste their flesh and drink their blood.
Chapter Sixteen
Raven
A light knock rapped the door. “Raven.”
I wrapped the sheet around me and walked to the door, leaving Magnus on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, warring with his anger. He wanted to go after Odin and the Thief. Magnus needed to hurt everyone that tried to kill me. I gave him the wolf, and it snarled for blood.
I opened the door a crack and discovered my best friend Haleigh. “Hi.”
“You must be feeling better,” Haleigh smirked. “I can't believe how loud you two were.”
My cheeks went crimson. “You, um, heard us.”
A smile crossed her spunky face and her green eyes twinkled. “You may have inspired Kris.” Her red hair was disheveled, and she was wrapped up in a loose bathrobe. “He felt...competitive.”