Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
I feel her in a way I never have, feel how utterly satisfied she is in this moment, and my blood roars in my veins.
I want more. Nei, I need it. I want this little Valkyrie so satisfied she forgets her own name.
"I can tease too," I rasp against her lips, holding myself utterly still. Slipping a hand between our bodies, I circle her clit with my thumb, stoking desire back to a fever pitch.
Within minutes, she's bucking wildly beneath me, begging me to move.
"Please, Malachi! I need you. I need—"
Her desperate pleas shred the last of my control. Hooking her legs around my waist, I begin to move, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. The hand-carved bed frame groans in protest as I set a punishing rhythm, lost to the exquisite feel of her.
Waves of her Light wash over me, filled with her pleasure, her passion. It feeds my own, creating a feedback loop of sensation that drives me wild.
Lowering my head, I capture one rosy nipple between my lips, sucking and biting as I continue to drive into her. She sobs my name, her nails clawing down my back as she arches into my touch.
My balls draw up tight, pressure building at the base of my spine.
"Malachi!" she wails, hovering on the knife's edge. "I need… I'm going to…"
"Come," I command roughly, my voice rough with strain. "Come for me now, ljúfr."
She throws her head back, screaming my name as her orgasm slams into her like a wall. The intensity of it triggers my own.
I drive into her as my knot expands, slamming into place deep in her tight body, locking us together. I empty myself inside her in pulsing jets.
"Mine," I roar, grinding against her, draining every drop as she claws my back, shattering again. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
We collapse together in a sweat-soaked tangle of limbs, my knot still lodged deep inside her. With shaking hands, I gather her into my arms, my heart pounding wildly. She clings to me, soft sobs of ecstasy still pouring from her lips.
"Mine," I breathe into her hair. She's so precious, so important. It's terrifying how quickly she eclipsed everything, becoming the center of all things to me. And yet…she has.
Wih her in my arms, for the first time, I understand why a Fae doesn't survive the death of his mate, why a warrior doesn't survive the death of his Valkyrie. It isn't just a mercy for the warrior. It's a mercy for the world.
Because there is nothing I won't do to keep her in my arms, nothing I won't do to destroy anyone foolish enough to rip her from them. She's mine in every way. In every realm. In every version of reality.
This Valkyrie was born to be mine.
It doesn't matter who she is or what lurks in her past. She's innocent. Pure. Perfect. Already, she's everything to me—my love for her burning hot as a brand seared upon my soul.
Gods, please don't let me fail her, I pray silently, my face buried in the curve of her neck. Don't let me lose her.
Chapter Seven
Marion
Iknow I'm dreaming as soon as my feet touch the ground. Everything around me is hazy and insubstantial, the same way it always is. Darkness clings to the edges, as if I'm looking through a set of binoculars.
I don't recognize where I am.
Wait. That's not true.
I spin in a circle, my eyes falling on a small cabin hidden amongst the trees. It's tiny, like the cabins hunters use, with a rickety front porch and small windows covered with paisley curtains.
My brows furrow, memories shifting through my mind. I think I've been here before. The cabin is familiar…comforting. Why do I know it?
"Marion! Come here, solsken!"
Papa?
I wheel around, my gaze falling on the man stepping from the edge of the woods.
"Papa!" I cry, scurrying through the tall grass toward him.
His handsome face breaks into a grin as he kneels, holding his arms out for me. I fling myself into them, squealing.
They close around me, strong and comforting. The scent of cigar smoke swirls around me as he pulls me close, his beard tickling my forehead.
"Have you been a good girl today, solsken?"
"Yes, Papa!" I promise, squealing with laughter as he kisses all over my face. "Show me! Show me!"
He chuckles, rising to his feet. "I suppose since you've been a good girl…" He adjusts me on his hip, my feet dangling high above the ground, and stretches one hand away from me.
I watch in awe as a blazing sword of Light appears in his hand, burning bright as the sun.
"Pretty, Papa," I breathe. So he is. The same Light radiates from him, golden and warm.
"Your turn now, solsken," he says, his green eyes gentle as he looks down at me. "Show me what Papa taught you."
I hold my hand out and squeeze my eyes closed, concentrating. Light gathers inside like a breeze blowing through me, wispy and insubstantial. It grows stronger, becoming a stiffer wind, a bright flame.