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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.”

VALERIE Heat surged in my belly. Bright lights wavered in and out of focus as I blinked through the haze of mist. I saw bare flesh, carnal muscles, and handsome faces. A trio of beasts tangled around me. Their fingers trailed down my naked body, sending coarse chills down my spine. “How do you feel, Valerie?” One held my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against my knuckles. I wanted to speak. But the only sound I could make was a moan.

The younger Yoshima squeezed a generous amount on his right hand and invaded Val’s narrow butthole. “Fuckkkk!” Val cursed as the feeling of seventh heaven drowned her when her wildness above Khanu brought her to her soul-shattering end. She felt divine. But as Khanu wasn’t done yet, he took advantage of her clasping walls to draw his own end out from its hiding. He bounced his hips up to pound on her, and with his hand drawing circles on Val’s engorged clit she was pulsating and dripping her cum making Khanu glide and slide blissfully in her delicious snatch.

But now, that usual composure was shattered. Valkyrie cursed several times under her breath, her fingers running through her hair, then a mocking laugh escaped her lips, echoing through the room. "She was begging for more?! She should be screaming, beseeching, desperate to save herself from his hold, but she was craving more of it! Crying like whore to have more. How in the Moon Goddess is that possible?!" she shouted, casting a hysterical glance at the old maid. "Is my Darling really in his rut?"

It was a vision of the gods. With a delicacy that I knew was a torture for him, I grabbed his thick and pink cock with both hands, bluntly, without shame, full of greed and desire. My sounds opened and an intelligible sound sounded. It should be some outcry from that burning party that wanted him entirely inside me. Some call of that beast hidden under my skin as a sensible and calm woman. All that savagery that only freed itself between four walls. That only freed itself for Dennis.

The paper at this point was now dark brown, a shade lighter than the table that it sat on. “O..kay! This-” He showed it to everyone. It was a picture of a delicately painted Outline of a fully naked valley vampire as it was indicated at the bottom. “This is the last image of the valley vampires that we had from a 100 years ago painted by the Alpha-” I gave him an instant evil look. “I mean, ex-Alpha.” Ludwig quickly blurted out, turning into a deep shade of red from embarrassment and probably fear.

Zuzu’s feet gripped the collar of his black cloak while Nyx bit the hem. Having no choice in his struggle to be free, the kripling released Venus and gasified to his smoky form, stripped of his cloak. Valen flew up to catch her swiftly descending body in his strong arms. The cloak went ablaze and disintegrated into ash as the kripling flew away. Nyx and Zuzu charged to pursue the kripling into the next realm of his destination.

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

As she closed her eyes and held both men’s heads securely to her breasts, she gave silent thanks to the witch. With a unity of movement that surprised her, Valkyr removed his hand from between her thighs while he and Jeremiah lifted her body into the air; their mouths never leaving her breasts. Her eyes grew wide with surprise and she gasped at the sensation of being lowered onto Victor’s hardened manhood. When and how he’d managed to position himself on the desk to receive her was a mystery.