Night's Beauty (The Valkyrie's Passion Prologue): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance

Night's Beauty

(A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance)

The Valkyrie's Passion Prologue

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Renee Jordan

Copyright © 2015 by Renee Jordan

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen (18).

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Table of Contents

Night's Beauty
 

Sultry Excerpt from “Night's Beauty”
 

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Night's Beauty
 

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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.

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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, black purse to my stomach as Haleigh walked back to Kris. The big man put an arm about her slender frame. The floodlight mounted above the garage door made Haleigh's red hair seem to glow. She had such a wonderful hair color. Mine was black.

How boring.

I sometimes wondered if my parents named me Raven because that's how black my hair was. Just because I was fully Scandinavian didn't mean I had the golden-blonde hair we were famous for. I had the blue eyes, the height, and the strong cheekbones of a fierce, Swedish warrior-maid. My mom was the same. Whenever I thought about her, dead for nearly sixteen years, I pictured her as a warrior-woman, a Valkyrie watching down at me with my dad at her side.

He had been a logger, too, now that I thought about it.

A bear had killed them when I was five. We lived in a pretty remote house. Well, it was more of a cabin. The woods came right up to our backyard. I remembered little about the attack. The authorities said I witnessed it, but there was a hole in my mind. I remember being happy with mom and dad one moment, and then I remember the park ranger wrapping the blanket around my neck and wiping away the blood.

“Good night,” I waved, trying to banish those morbid thoughts. Seeing Kris stirred up memories of my dad.

I had dressed-up for the party, shedding my usual blue jeans and cute sweaters for a classy, black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps that left my shoulders bare to the cold, foggy night air. My heels clicked as I walked down the driveway to my car. It was a cheap Honda I got for a steal. My boss, Freddy, sold it to me for a measly $500 last year. It was a stocky, dependable car.

“Drive safe,” Haleigh waved as I opened my driver door.

“I will.”

I sank into my car and started it up. The dashboard clock read 12:15 PM. I yawned as I put the car into reverse. I had at least an hour drive back to Seattle. On the positive side, there wouldn't be any traffic on the return trip.

Kris had a long driveway surrounded by dark woods. But it was also wide; I performed a three-point turn so I didn't have to back the entire way down it. The driveway twisted down a hill, the house disappearing out of sight and plunging me into darkness. The fog rolled out of the surrounding woods in thick billows, illuminated white by my headlights.

I almost missed where the road started. I hit my breaks, my heart hammering. I quickly looked to the right and left. There was no traffic. I sighed in relief and made the turn onto the road. It wasn't much wider than Kris's driveway and wound down the mountain to Highway 516 that would take me to Covington and beyond.

I cranked up the music, listening to thudding R&B to keep me awake on the long drive back home. My phone, cradled in a mount on my dashboard, warned me that Highway 516 was one mile away and I had to make a left turn.

A few cars were traveling down the two lane highway. I yawned again, shifting in my seat, my fingers tapping the steering wheel to a Rhianna song. Lights drifted through the fog ahead as I neared the outskirts of Covington. The fog grew thicker, forcing me to slow down. A sea of white billowed before me, glowing as the mist reflected back my headlights.

A new light blossomed suddenly to my right. I blinked as a man glowing with an aura of pure, white light dashed in front of my car. I slammed on the brakes, my heart thudding in my chest. In the moment before my car struck him, I witnessed a broad-shouldered man, a thick, blond beard covering a strong chin. He was dressed in furs and clutched at a thin piece of wood thrust through his chest.

I hit him.

Or I should have. My car passed right through his glowing body. Light blazed inside my car as my engine died. Energy touched me. I shuddered as I was engulfed by white, and then darkness crashed down upon me.

~   ~   ~

The child played happily on the deck of the cabin. Her parents were laughing in the grassy meadow surrounded by dark trees. The mother was tall and beautiful, her black hair braided and flowing behind her as she swung her sword. The father parried with a battle ax, his strong arms rippling. The child was too absorbed in her dolls to pay attention.

Her parents had sparred many times before.

It was the snarl of the huge, gray wolf bursting out of the trees that drew the child's attention from her dolls. The wolf stood taller than a horse or even an elephant and was covered in coarse fur. Baleful, crimson eyes fixed on the mother and the father. The wolf howled with bloodlust as it charged.

The child trembled in fear.

The mother glowed with sliver light and was clad in shining armor, a winged helm covering her raven-black hair. The father snarled like a wolf, leaping forward and swinging his battle ax at the giant beast as black fur sprouted from the father's body. The father fought with a reckless, berserker fury as he became a beast himself while the mother danced about the flanks of the giant wolf.

Every time the giant wolf growled, a foul, black breath rolled out, a poisonous fume that killed the wildflowers. The mother and the father fought valiantly, leaving bloody wounds on the giant wolf's hide. But nothing seemed to stop the wolf. The wolf didn't feel pain.

The father fell first. A massive paw struck his furry stomach, ripping him open. The child screamed in grief and terror. The mother fell moments later as she lunged her blazing sword at the beast's flank. The wolf turned, and its snapping jaws crushed the mother's body.

Splattered with blood, the wolf snarled at the child.

The child trembled in fear, but ravens screamed and the wolf grew tense. Hooves thundered. A man rode up astride an eight-legged horse, a raven perched on each shoulder. The child sobbed her grief, staring at her dead parents as the man drove the wolf off.

The man had a patch over his left eye. He moved to the child. “It is not the time for you to remember this, Valkyrie's daughter.”

~   ~   ~

Raven

“Mommy,” I whispered as I came to. The dream faded. It always did. I tried to clutch onto the memory of the beast that killed my parents, but it poured out between my fingers. It was like trying to clutch water.

I shook my head. I was groggy. I tried to sit up, but my seat belt was wrapped across my torso. I was in my car. Fog billowed around in the darkness. My car was on the gravel shoulder of the highway. Ahead of me, a bar lit up the foggy night.