Valkyrie

Chapter 6

Trey rode beside me the last half mile to my trailer so he wasn't eating my dust as we rode slowly down the dirt road. At the end was the RV park I was currently parked in. My spot was in the very back, as far away from everyone as I could get and still be in the park. The RV host said no one ever used the spot since the cable TV hook up was broken but I didn't care. I have a TV but it's rarely ever on and if it is, it's some old horror movie on DVD. The host gave me a discount on the fees so I couldn't complain.

We pulled around the end of the big fifth wheel trailer and parked next to my tarp covered Chevy dually. The night was dark, lit only by the almost full moon that was on its way to setting in the west, giving over the sky to the soon to rise sun. Contrary to popular legend, shifters aren't governed by the phases of the moon. They aren't forced to change when it's full. They can change anytime they want to or not change at all. The size of the moon doesn't matter. Pregnant shifters can't shift until they've given birth or there would be no more shifters. They tend to change and hunt more during the full moon simply because it's easier to see. I see just fine in the dark with or without it but the full moon's light is always nice.

We clomped up the metal steps perched on the side of the trailer, Trey right behind me. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, moving to the left to the kitchen area. Trey had to duck through the doorway so he didn't hit his head. He was tall enough that it almost brushed the ceiling when he stood straight. I dumped my helmet and keys on the dinette before I shrugged out of my backpack and jacket, dropping them to the bench seat. I was practically jumping out of my skin with my need to touch him, muscles quivering and goosebumps running over me from head to toe but I forced myself not to. Not yet. At least let him get inside first before I throw myself at him like I had the last time.

I turned and took Trey's helmet and set it on the table next to mine. I reached out with surprisingly steady hands and carefully unzipped his leather jacket, pushing it over his shoulders and tossing it on top of mine before I finally fell on him like some sort of sex crazed wild animal which wasn't too far from the truth. It had been a while. He'd actually been the last person I'd had sex with now that I thought about it. And he was just so damned luscious.

"Finally," I breathed. He caught me easily when I jumped on him, both of us laughing as his hands hooked under my ass catching me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my fingers in his hair. Oh gods, fucking soft. It was like strands of heated silk flowing between my fingers and sliding under my palms.

"I love a woman that goes after what she wants," he rumbled before I slammed my mouth down over his. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing. I could feel the heat of his hands through the denim. We were all lips and tongues and teeth as he stumbled backwards to the couch and fell on top of it with me on top of him. Good gods, he was so warm and he tasted so good. My body was tingling from the contact with his, singing like a plucked violin string as I ran my hands up underneath his shirt. His skin was like heated satin over steel, muscles bunched up tight and hard underneath. His hands were cradling my face, tilting my head to the side so he could get a better angle and deepen the kiss. I felt like he was trying to devour me from the mouth down and I had never felt so good about being eaten alive.

Whatever pleasure I'd taken from the men I'd been with in the past paled in comparison to how Trey made me feel and all we were doing was kissing and we still had our clothes on. All of the second thoughts I had been having were obliterated like a sandcastle under a wave, swept out to sea and gone on the feel of his lips, his tongue dancing with mine, the burn of his skin everywhere we touched and the sparks of his Alpha energy nipping against me. It had been intense the first time and was just as intense this time.

I pulled away from his mouth, breath coming in pants. "I was going to go slow this time. Let you enjoy yourself." I pulled my tank top over my head before I yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side.