Truth's Heart (The Valkyrie's Passion Book 3): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance by Renee Jordan Read Free Book Online Page A

Freki, prowling behind him as he rode his eight-legged horse Sleipnir.
    “Yeah. He gave it to me before he died.”
    I moved to the bathroom.
    “I think Odin knew I would need protection against the other gods. Loki is happy I have it.”
    “That can't be good.” I threw open the shower curtain.
    “It's definitely a mixed bag,” Raven said, scrubbing her body with a soapy hand, the other holding the small bar of hotel soap.
    I swallowed. “Did he touch you, Raven? It's okay if he did. It wasn't your fault.”
    She shook her head as she leaned over to wash her thighs. “But he saw me naked. I just feel...dirty.”
    “Would you like me to wash your back?”
    Raven glanced at me and my soft cock. Then she nodded.
    I had washed Raven in the shower before. Those times had been sexual. My hands had lovingly teased her, giving her a sensual massage as I pretended to wash her body. I had driven her wild with lust until she begged me to wash her pussy and make her come.
    Teasing your woman was exciting. To master her flesh until she begged for the pleasure you could give was intoxicating.
    Tonight, I washed her. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, working the soap into her skin, helping her to feel clean again. I kept my anger out of my touch. My hands itched to strangle Loki. The wolf howled inside me to track him down and rip out his throat.
    I wanted to taste his blood.
    When I finished, Raven turned around and hugged me. She pressed against me and shivered. I held her, comforting her. She was a strong woman, a passionate woman, and that meant she felt her emotions forcefully.
    A man might think a woman was weak for crying. He was wrong. Raven was the strongest woman I had ever met. I held her while she let her emotions pour out of her into my chest. The water turned cold, but we didn't feel it.
    “Thank you,” she whispered when her tears passed. She looked up at me. “I...I know we started something in the bath but...”
    “Let's get to bed,” I told her with a smile. “We have a long day ahead.”

Chapter Six
    Raven
    I had my first good night sleep since Odin's death. Magnus carried me to bed after the shower, pulled back the covers, and cuddled against me. He understood what I needed. Normally, our shared showers were the start of our lovemaking.
    But I didn't feel sexy after Loki ogled me. If Magnus really needed it, I would have given in, but I doubt I would have enjoyed it. Some women seem to think men were hard, rough, unfeeling rocks that only wanted sex. And there was something sexy about that belief, but it wasn't true. Men just didn't like showing their emotions in obvious ways. It was in the little things, the small gestures and the sacrifices they made to keep their women safe.
    That was why I slept soundly. I knew I was loved.
    I woke up first. Magnus still held me, a soft snore rumbling out of him. I sat up, my black hair falling about my face, and stretched. I worked my shoulders and then raised my arms over my head. The snoring stopped.
    “That's a lovely sight,” Magnus muttered sleepily.
    I froze, then realized by stretching my arms over my head, I had thrust my naked breasts out before me. The profile of my breasts had Magnus's eyes glued to them. My nipples hardened beneath his gaze, and I couldn't help smiling at him.
    “Oh, you like watching a woman stretch?” I slipped out of bed. Feeling wicked, I faced away from him, spread my feet apart, then bent over to touch my toes. My cheeks burned. I felt his eyes locked onto my exposed sex.
    The heat swelled. A trickle worked down my thigh as my excitement mounted. I held the stretch, my back burning almost as much as my cheeks. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had let Magnus see me naked so many times, but I felt so exposed to his gaze. I could feel my labia part, revealing my pink depths.
    “Yes, I do like watching a woman stretch.” The bed creaked as Magnus shifted.
    “Sometimes,” I admitted, “after Haleigh moved out and had