Page 69 of The Last Valkyrie

A revolution was needed more than ever. I could see it plain as day. At the same time, this was the exact moment we needed toband togetherto fight off the dark elves, jotnar, draug, and whatever other beings threatened our lives.

Seems that starting a rebellion and unifying people together is much more complicated and painful than I could have imagined.

I should have been happy, or at least content, with how things were going. There was a lot of good news behind the shocking surprises: Our numbers were being bolstered, and soon we’d be able to fight the enemies with more confidence.

We could employ strategies that had been impossible with only human Vikingruners on our side. The elves were a dangerous lot, beautifully efficient in their fighting abilities. I had trained with them and seen how devastating they could be. The Lepers Who Leapt were tenacious and gritty, willing to sacrifice themselves for their beliefs, and fight for the place they called home. They had just as much to lose as us magical folk in Vikingrune.

I didn’t sleep for shit the night before our scheduled travel to Selby Village. Too much was on my mind. For most of the night, I was alone in my longhouse, feeling forlorn and strangely isolated from everyone. My mates expected me to have all the answers, but I was realizing I was no natural-born leader. Trial and error had always been my way, and in this instance there really was no room for error.

Magnus came to my dwelling first, uninvited but not unappreciated. When he rapped lightly at the door, I scuttled out of bed in my nightgown and let him in.

The bloodrender had a sad smile on his beautiful, gaunt face. “Can’t sleep either, eh?”

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around him and pushing my head against his chest once we were inside. “I don’t know what the future holds, Magnus, and it scares me. I hate being scared.”

“Then let me hold you and take some of that fear from you, silvermoon.” He kissed my forehead, the tall man bringing us over to my bed.

I chuckled. “You’ve already been doing a lot of holding of me in the days you’ve been back, love.”

I could feel the soft rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek.Draug my ass,I thought.Anyone who thinks this man is “undead,” or anything like the wicked creatures we fought in the Selfsky Plains, has never felt what I feel right now.

His hands tightened around my waist as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m always ready for more with you, Vini. I can’t get enough. I’m obsessed.”

I stood over him, looking down at his fair face, his fine features. My fingers traced lines over the scars and tattoos of his forearms, rippling with veins and vascular strength. His crimson hair was dappled silver in the murky moonlight coming through my single window.

“I’m also obsessed, Mag. I just . . .” My words cut off.

He lightly shushed me with a hum, reaching up to take my chin in his thumb and forefinger. “Quiet now, love. It will be okay. You can trust Corym. You know you can.”

I nodded, gulping through a tight, constricted throat. It wasn’t like Magnus to placate me, to touch me so tenderly. He was an expert at it when he wanted to be, yet he’d always been more dominating and in-charge around me.

I remembered my first time with him in Mimir Tomes, so many long months ago when we had fucked like ghosts in a graveyard during our study sessions—back when I’d hardly even known the man.

Now I knew him as intimately as any of my mates. He was strong-willed, cool under pressure, and showed a shocking lack of emotion at even the most troubling times. It should’ve come as no surprise that he was ready to calm me in moments of crises.

Reaching down, noticing the thick bulge running across his thigh the longer he touched my skin through my thin shift, I straddled Magnus’ hips and outlined his cock through his pants.

Smiling down at him, our expressions saying everything that needed to be said, I sat on his thighs and pulled his cock free. He lifted my gown over my head at the same time, admiring my breasts as they bounced down firmly in front of his face.

He closed his eyes and gently licked my nipple, hardening it into a stiff point, while I casually lifted myself and grabbed his hard dick beneath me. My fingers ran over the studs running up the length of his shaft, teasing him like he teased me.

We both groaned, and then I settled down on his cock, already wet and willing. I gently rocked my body against his, pressing my tits against his face as I rode the bloodrender on the edge of my bed.

We embraced, marinating in the mutual lust, the soft heat of our bodies sliding against one another as my ass rose and fell along his shaft and his hands guided my hips. He didn’t take control, letting me dictate the rhythm and tenderness of our coupling, letting me grind against his cock until he had bottomed out and filled me.

It was five minutes before my next mate came into the longhouse, as if he could scent the sex wafting through my door with a sixth sense. And he very well could have, since it was Sven Torfen who stood in the doorway.

He watched for a moment, saying, “Thought I might find you in here,” as if it wasn’t a silly thing to say. It wasmyhouse, after all.Or is he talking about Magnus?

Neither of us replied, lost in each other’s eyes and the torrid kiss that seared our lips together. When we finally pulled back, we basked in the sticky strands of saliva connecting our lips together.

Hands massaged my shoulders, my spine.

I whimpered when Sven lightly kissed the nape of my neck, peppering more kisses along my shoulders and back. His hands descended and gripped my ass, and he helped me along as I rode Magnus, lifting and wobbling my ass in the bloodrender’s lap.

I glanced over my shoulder and couldn’t see him directly behind me, but noticed his clothes had been discarded in a heap in a corner of the room. A moment later, his scalding-hot cock pushed against my backside.

Magnus took the hint and reclined, bringing me falling forward on my hands and knees, arms framing his face, as he went onto his back across the bed. His tattooed hands pried my ass apart, showing Sven his prize.

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