Authors: Renee Jordan
Love's Choice (18 page)
“So, what's our date?”
“Something beautiful,” I answered. “Something you can't experience in Seattle.”
~ ~ ~
Raven
I was utterly lost.
Magnus drove us out of the city and down roads I had never heard of. We moved farther and farther towards the Cascade Mountains to the east, leaving behind the Seattle Metro Area and entering rural King County. It was the part of the county that hated Seattle. They were trying to secede and separate themselves from liberal Seattle. They called themselves Freedom County.
I liked it. My parents would have loved this area.
Night was falling. My butt grew sore sitting on the motorcycle. I did not understand what we were doing out here. My idea of a first date was dinner and a movie or a show. I had never been taken for a long ride out into the middle of nowhere.
The sun had vanished behind us as we passed through woods. The road was gravel. Dust billowed behind us and I grunted with every rut and hole the bike bounced over. The woods reminded me of my parents and our home. It was remote like this.
Soon, the forest fell away to a grassy hill. The road wound around the base.
Magnus stopped his bike and dismounted. “Now, let's see if Big Hoss came through.”
“Big Hoss?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.
“Vice President of the Wolf Council,” he answered.
My eyes glanced on his vest covered in patches proclaiming his motorcycle club. One read 1%. I touched it. Only hardcore bikers wore that patch. It was a statement. “I'm not like 99% of the people in the world. I'll do what I want unless you have the balls to stop me.”
Out of his bike's black saddlebags, Magnus pulled out a bottle of wine, a blanket, and large lunch box, the kind a construction worker would take to his job site that could keep food cold all day.
“Picnic?” I asked in delighted surprise.
Magnus nodded and took my hand. We walked up to the top of the hill through the knee-high grass. It wasn't a steep climb. He spread out the blanket and we sat down on it. I grabbed the wine bottle and popped the cork.
“Glasses?”
Magnus took it from me and took a swig, then passed it back. I smiled and did the same. It was a smooth, white wine, a little dry, but not terrible. I laughed and handed it back to him.
“So, what couldn't I see in Seattle?”
Magnus pointed to the sky.
I gasped when I looked up at the sky. A bright band of milky white spotted with dark bands stretched across the sky surrounded on either side by a sea of bright stars. They twinkled down at us. They were so clear. I had seen nothing like it.
“The Milky Way?” I asked, pointing at the glowing band. It bulged in the center.
“Our galaxy,” he nodded. “You can't see it in a city. Too much light.”
I laid back on the blanket and stared up at the stars. Magnus was beside me. His body warm. I scooted closer and pillowed my head on his arm. He smelled of leather and that musk that was just Magnus.
“They're like little jewels hung over us,” I whispered in awe.
“See that bright one near the horizon?” Magnus asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Venus. The most beautiful star in the sky. Third brightest object in the sky behind the sun and the moon.”
“The beauty of the night?” I asked.
A grin crossed his face. He turned his head. “No. She's lying right here beside me.”
I leaned in and gave him a kiss. Magnus's arm tightened on me, pulling me to his side. His lips were strong and hot. His other hand reached over to touch my side. An electric thrill ran through me. I moaned into his kiss. My blouse slid up my stomach. His hands found my bare skin.
I sighed as I shuddered. His rough callouses stroked my side. He pulled me atop him. My dark hair fell about our faces as we kissed. Our own, private world. Selecting my Einherjer was the most important choice I had to make.
And I think I made the right one. He was dangerous, strong, passionate, and loving. This man was as violent as a wolf and as eloquent as a poet. He was my warrior-bard.
My Einherjer.
Whatever would come, we would face it together. I rejoiced in his embrace as we made love beneath the beautiful stars.
~ ~ ~
The Thief of the Brisingamen smiled as Raven's passionate moans filled the night air. He leaned against the tree and watched her silhouette on the hilltop riding her Einherjer. Lust burned in the trickster. She was the perfect piece.
Raven would destroy the gods for him.
To be continued...
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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.
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My feet slapped as I came down the stairs, my hips swaying. My nipples were hard, dimpling the front of my nightshirt. I couldn't remember the last time a man had excited me this much. Maybe the first night I had seen Burt play, and he had made love to me with his eyes, I had been this excited.
But that was so long ago, the memory soured by the monster Burt had become.
Tonight would be far more glorious.
“Kotie,” Forrest smiled as he rose from the couch before the fire, setting a paperback book to the side. “What do you need?”
“You,” I purred, striding forward.
That cocky, self-possessed, feral grin spread on his face. His excitement swelled, bulging the front of his jeans. I licked my lips. He was big. A shudder washed through me as I padded closer, my bare feet swishing across the bear-skin rug.
His arms enfolded me. His lips mashed against mine. He kissed me, devouring my lips, his strong arms wrapping about me. I let him hold me, my body pressed against his hard muscles. I moaned into his kiss, my arms hugging his neck, clinging to him.
I felt so amazingly safe, so wonderfully desired in his arms.
Forrest's hands slid down my back, each seizing a cheek of my bubbly butt. He squeezed me, pulling me against his bulge. My hips writhed, rubbing against his passion. He throbbed hard and my pussy clenched. I couldn't wait to feel him in me.
“Kotie,” he groaned, his lips sucking at my neck, kissing up to my ear. His teeth nipped me. He growled, hungry as he feasted.
“Oh, Sheriff,” I groaned, my hands roaming Forrest's hard body. I dipped beneath his shirt, sliding up his back. My clitoris brushed against his bulge, pleasure rippling through me. “Ravish me,” I groaned, my fingernails biting into his back. “I've never...oh, yes...you're driving me...oh, Sheriff!”
His teeth nipped my ears. “You smell delicious,” he groaned.
“I haven't showered in two days,” I groaned.
“Your musk...” He growled, low and throaty. “I'm going to eat you up.”
“Devour me,” I panted as he pulled me down to the bear-skin rug.
His hands grabbed the hem of my nightshirt. I held my arms up, letting Forrest pull it over my body, mussing my red hair even worse. I didn't care. We would writhe in passion.
Forrest's hands seized my breasts. I gasped as he kneaded my round flesh, his rough thumbs brushing my hard nipples. I sank onto my back, the bear-skin rug tickling my sensitive skin. His mouth descended, nipping my hard nipple before engulfing between his lips.
“Oh, yes!” I groaned as his tongue swirled about my nub before sucking hard. He was hungry, engulfing as much of my breast as he could, stirring pleasure down to my fiery pussy.
Forrest released my nipple, kissing and licking his way to my other breast. His tongue trailed up my breast, reaching my nub. He circled, then nipped it. The shock of pain mixed with the pleasure. I loved it.
My fingers scratched at his T-shirt. I needed to see his muscular form. I pulled at his shoulders, his shirt bunching around his neck. With a growl, he rose, ripping his shirt off and throwing it near the crackling fire.
Forrest was muscled like a Renaissance statue. My eyes widened in awe. Sweat gleamed on his perfectly sculpted pecs, and his abs rippled with a six pack. Tattooed across his body was barbwire, the barbs digging into his flesh. He looked chained in the black wire, his muscular physique restrained somehow by ink. His arms were as thick as my legs, the left wrapped in a thick, white bandage.
“Oh, Lord, you are gorgeous,” I moaned.
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