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They shifted regularly. It's Valen that I did not want any other eyes on. I've seen him nude twice and I freaked out. My eyes rounded at his well-endowed tool. The goddess gave him a bit too much. It was huge and scary. Many she-wolves demonstrated an interest in sampling it. Even now the memories of their fawning adoration incited a fit of wrath. "Please control your arousal until you are alone with Valen." Azara sniffed the air, crinkling her nose.

On the screen, the internet was burning. The photograph captured through the glass windows of Valkyrie Luxe yesterday morning had spread across the internet like oil on water. It was sharp and high-resolution. The light caught everything: the towering silhouette of Killian Sterling, his charcoal suit, and the long black leather glove he had pulled off his left hand. And then, his bare hand pressed flush against the lower curve of Valerie’s back inside the sunlit lobby. The headlines were screaming: THE UNTOUCHABLE KING UNMASKED? BILLIONAIRE KILLIAN STERLING SPOTTED BARE-HANDED WITH MYSTERIOUS BEAUTY AT VALKYRIE LUXE!

she whispered hoarsely, completely abandoning all restraint. Valerie gripped the hem of her nightgown and yanked it completely over her head, throwing it onto the floor. She was entirely naked, her stunning, curvy body glowing in the dim moonlight. She straddled my waist, her wide, smooth hips framing my thighs. I reached down and ripped my boxers off, freeing my massive, throbbing cock. It stood straight up, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. Valerie looked down at it, swallowing hard as her pink pussy drenched itself at the sight.

But before I could storm out, Zaqriel’s voice stopped me. “Valkyrie is not a man.” I turned. His eyes caught mine, blazing, stripping every shield I thought I had. “Valkyrie is a bloodline. MY bloodline.”

She looked at Thea before continuing. “Other stories tell of similar but benevolent beings,” Amethyst said. “The Valkyries. They were also associated with battlefields. They served the gods, taking the dead to Valhalla.” Thea looked at Xavier. He shrugged his shoulders. Thea turned back to Amethyst. “Are you saying bad vampires are Keres, and good vampires are Valkyries, but the Valkyries went extinct?” Thea said. “It’s a theory. Valkyries haven’t been heard of in a thousand years. The only people who might be old enough to know for sure are vampires. The oldest vampires,” Amethyst said.

Creatures filled the valley. Ware-wolves so massive and terrifying, their bodies larger than any she had ever seen, their movements fast and brutal. Their eyes burned with rage, glowing in the darkness as they lunged, tore, and fought each other with a savagery that shook the ground beneath them. Their howls rose into the storm, blending with the thunder, creating a sound so powerful it seemed to tear through the air itself.

In that moment of blissful surrender, we were weightless, floating on a sea of pure ecstasy. As the waves of pleasure subsided, we lay entwined, our bodies drenched in the aftermath of our passion. The room was filled with a tranquil silence, broken only by the rhythmic beating of our hearts. In that tender embrace, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment, a completeness that could only be found in the arms of the Lycan King.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

Sharp blue eyes and lips as red as a cherry. “You have great taste.” I shrugged. “So you are?” “Skye.” I stretched forth my arms in a handshake, “Val—” “Valkyrie Nightborn.” He finished. I stared at Azira who raised her hands innocently. “Everyone knows you. Alpha Ryker's slave and the white…witchy.” My lips flew open. Then my eyes. Azira nudged his arm. “So sorry, mi lady.” He bowed dramatically grinning from ear to ear like he'd just said a midnight joke.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.