Valkyrie Soul (Valkyrie Bound #3) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Valkyrie Bound Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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"More," I plead, desperate for the overwhelming pleasure to consume me. "Please, don't stop."

They don’t. Adriel’s mouth crashes against mine, his kiss hot and wild as he pounds into me.

"Abigail," he gasps against my lips, voice strained and desperate as he trembles above me, so close to falling over the edge. “Ah, Gods, Abigail.”

"Your pleasure is ours," Damrion growls, his golden eyes locked with mine. He reaches for my hand, tangling our fingers together. “Adriel is going to knot with you when he comes, ást-meer. Don’t be afraid. He won’t hurt you.”

I’m not afraid. Not for a single second have I ever been afraid of these Fae. I understand the knot and its purpose. I relish the thought of feeling it deep inside me—of knowing that Adriel is satisfied.

"I want it," I whisper, holding his gaze, letting him see the truth for himself. “I want it, Damrion.”

Pride and desire flare in his eyes. He dips his head, his lips against Adriel’s throat. "Come for us, Adriel," he commands, raw power in his voice. “Give her what she wants, hermaðr.”

With a choked cry, Adriel obeys, driving into me without rhythm. His body goes rigid, his knot slamming into place inside me, locking us together.

I scream their names as the sensation of being so completely filled by him sends me crashing over the edge. Adriel roars, jerking above me as he comes with me, releasing deep inside me.

The sensation of us unraveling together is too much for Damrion. He shouts as he follows us over the edge, pulling out of Adriel just before his knot can slam into place. His cum drips all over us, making a mess of us.

I moan when I feel it, aftershocks ripping through me. Pleasure radiates down the bond—so much of it that it’s impossible to separate what comes from who. I don’t try. I simply revel in it.

Adriel collapses on top of me, rolling us to the side at the last second to keep from crushing me with his weight. He pants for breath, kissing all over my face.

Damrion gathers us both up into his arms, cradling us close. His lips brush my forehead and then Adriel’s. “Love,” he whispers. “I love you both.”

Tears burn behind my eyes as the words I've desperately ached to hear finally escape his lips. Adriel’s shoulders shake, his scarred face softening as awe whispers down the bond.

“My heart will always belong to the two of you,” Adriel vows. “No one else will ever have a single piece of it.”

“Mine has always belonged to both of you,” I confess through tears, nestling deeper into their embrace. “My two brave, strong Fae. My mates. I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

Damrion

“Imay never let you out of my sight again, ást-meer,” I murmur, stroking my hand along the softness of Abigail’s belly as she lays curled in my arms, sweat and cum drying on our skin. “Adriel was beside himself with worry for you.”

“We both were, ljúfr,” Adriel rumbles, his lips sliding down my neck as his hand tangles with mine in her hair. His body presses against mine from behind, his heat a familiar weight I’ve never forgotten.

Abigail lifts her head, her expressive blue eyes seeking out mine. She stares at me for a long moment before slowly turning to look at Adriel.

“You’re really at peace,” she whispers, awe in her voice.

"Ja," Adriel murmurs, reaching over me to squeeze her round hip. "We are, little seer."

After 2500 years, he’s finally forgiven me. The Gods were destroyed long ago—cut down in the same war that destroyed Alfheim—but I say a silent thanks anyway. He’s here, in my bed, and she’s in my arms. If the human heaven exists, it’s no match for this.

Curiosity glints in Abigail’s eyes. "What happened between you while I was gone?"

“We worked it out between us,” Adriel says, avoiding her gaze. Guilt flickers down the bond between us, and I know what he’s thinking—we found solace in one another while she was in hell.

I feel his shame settle in the pit of my stomach.

Abigail must feel it, too, because she reaches for his hand, twining their fingers together. “Look at me, Adriel,” she demands softly.

He reluctantly lifts his head.

"The two of you are bonded. I will never hold that against you,” she says, conviction ringing in her voice. “I don't feel jealousy when it comes to the two of you. I never have. I’m not angry that you found comfort in one another. I never will be. All I've ever wanted is for the two of you to make peace with each other. If you found your forgiveness in each other’s arms, I’ll thank the Gods that you did.”

She squeezes his hand, her gaze flickering to mine. “You're allowed to desire each other. You're allowed to love each other. You’re allowed to touch each other. I want that for us—for all of us. Our bond isn’t a prison; it’s freedom. I won’t make it one or allow the two of you to make it one, either. Don’t regret what’s between you. I never will.”


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