Night's Beauty (The Valkyrie's Passion Prologue): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance by Renee Jordan Read Free Book Online

Sultry Excerpt from “Night's Beauty”
    I was almost sad when the bike's 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. His 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.
    To find out what happens next, read on!

Night's Beauty
    The blind god took the javelin of mistletoe from the stranger. “Feel the runes on it,” the stranger whispered. Hother couldn't tell if the speaker was a man or a woman. There was an effeminate cadence to the stranger's voice.
    The blind god ran his fingers up and down the javelin's shaft, brushing the angular, Norse runes carved into the haft: flaugun . Flight. Hother grinned, nodding his head. “Yes. I can be a warrior again. But upon what should I test it?”
    “Why, your impervious brother, Baldur,” the stranger laughed. “Nothing of Midgard can harm your brother's flesh.”
    ~   ~   ~
    Raven
    “Thanks for coming, Raven,” Haleigh, my best friend, smiled as she gave me a hug.
    We stood in the dark driveway of her boyfriend's house in the foothills outside Covington, Washington. It wasn't too long of a drive from Seattle, though Friday rush hour traffic had tied me up. But it was worth it to see Haleigh. Since she left Seattle to move in with Kris—her lumberjack boyfriend—last month, we had seen little of each other.
    It was a bummer, but Kris was a great guy and Haleigh was so happy. So, of course, I was happy. And a little jealous. Kris was a hunk. Tall, broad-shouldered, and chiseled chin. Wielding an ax for his day job had put solid muscles on his frame. And he was kind. Definitely better than the self-absorbed hipsters that lived in Seattle.
    “It was nice seeing you again, Raven,” Kris nodded. He stood a few feet away.
    “Thanks for having me over. It was a lovely dinner.” And it was. Haleigh was an amazing cook, and Kris was full of interesting, and sometimes horrifying, tales about his life logging in the Pacific Northwest. He kept everyone entertained.
    I was the last guest to leave. I stayed behind to help my friend clean up the mess, and to let the few beers I drank clear my system. I wanted to be clear-headed for the long drive home.
    I clutched my small,