The Ravager Chronicles: The Complete Series

by Sara Page

  He holds himself very still, giving me more time to adjust to his size.

  It’s so intense, to be filled like this. There are places he’s able to touch, places he’s able to fill I didn’t even realize existed. And the sensation is raw, feeling a little forbidden.

  Slowly, tentatively his hips pull back, sliding himself out of me.

  My thighs tense up, my body protesting his exit.

  Then he pushes forward, filling me up, his monstrous cock stroking against every sensitive inch of my inner walls.

  The jolt of hot, electric sensation that slams into my core is so strong my world flashes white and then explodes into a rainbow of colors.

  “Warrick,” I cry out, half in pleasure, half in fear.

  “I’ve got you, Ameia,” he grunts as he pumps himself in and out. Stretching me, filling me. Joining our souls.

  I can’t see, but I trust him, and knowing that I’m safe allows me to let go and just feel.

  The sensations that slam into my body are so strong they border on pain, and each pump of his cock only increases them a hundredfold.

  The release that comes rippling through my core is so intense that I feel like I’m falling down a long, black hole.

  The longer I fall, the more I’m convinced I’m going to die. The sensation of falling feels like it’s never going to stop. It goes on and on.

  And on.

  I cry out but the sound is swallowed by my throat.

  But then Warrick roars out, and I’m soaring, flying in his arms on a cloud of warmth.

  “Mine,” he roars, rattling the walls of the room as he explodes inside me. Pumping me full of cum.

  Like the falling, the warmth lasts for an eternity. It feels like it goes on and on.

  With one last deep thrust, Warrick grunts and then comes to a complete stop.

  He’s buried so deep inside of me I don’t want to move.

  “Ameia,” he purrs after some time and rubs his nose against my nose. “Open your eyes and see.”

  Slowly, I blink my eyes open and gasp.

  Above me, Warrick grins down at me triumphantly.

  Reaching up, I rub at my eyes, not quite convinced I can believe what I’m seeing. I close them then open them again but the picture is the same.

  On top of Warrick’s head his broken horn has regrown.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “You heal me,” Warrick insists one last time as he wraps me up in his arms and tucks me beside him.

  I still don’t quite believe it, really. Even after all the stuff I’ve come to accept, for whatever reason this of all things doesn’t make sense to me.

  But I’ve felt the horn with my own hands. I’ve rubbed my palms all over it. I’ve explored it with my fingers and nails. I was even tempted to taste it but decided I didn’t need to go that far.

  The horn is very real, and it wasn’t there before we joined.

  “I think it’s you,” I murmur, rolling over and snuggling up to his chest.

  “No,” he grumbles, sounding a little irritated. “I told you, your light banishes my dark. Now hush.” He pats me on the back. “Sleep now.”

  I huff and grumble but relax against him. Listening to his deep, even breathing, I begin to drift off. I only stir when I feel the bed dip.

  A warm body presses up against my back.

  “Vis?”

  “Yes, Ameia,” he says softly, arms wrapping around me.

  I drift back to sleep, snuggled comfortably between them.

  I sleep dreamlessly, only disturbed by the sound of the door swishing open. The arms wrapped around me stiffen.

  “Ameia?” A gruff voice asks quietly.

  Wiggling free, I sit up and blink into the dim light. “Beast?”

  Walking up to the bed, Beast flashes me a grin. His face is completely healed, all the swelling and bruising is gone.

  Is this a dream?

  I open my arms for Beast and he bends down, shoving his boots off before joining me in bed.

  As my arms wrap around him and my face hits his chest, I take a deep breath, just breathing him in.

  He’s real, and he’s all right, I realize as his smell hits me.

  His arms wrap around me, hugging me tightly.

  I start crying in relief.

  “Shh, it’s all right,” he coos, rubbing my back.

  “I’m just so happy,” I sniffle into his shirt and take another deep breath of him, trying to calm myself. It’s been a very emotional twenty-four hours and it’s starting to catch up to me.

  Terrea disappearing. Losing Blackspire. The Devourer is still out there, somewhere.

  But at least all of my mates are okay.

  Things are bad, but we’ve got each other. Together we can make it through this.

  Beast holds me tightly, as if he too needs the reassurance.

  It takes a couple of minutes before I feel like I can breathe normally.

  “Better?” Beast asks, tipping my chin up to peer into my eyes.

  I swallow and twist my lips into a smile. “Much.”

  “Good.” He smiles and then pulls a quick but deep kiss from my lips. “You look tired. You need more sleep.”

  The bed shifts behind me and I glance over my shoulder. Warrick and Vis have awoken and are sitting up, watching us.

  How is this going to work? Is Beast going to try to kick them out?

  Warrick and Vis must be anticipating it. They share a wary look and begin to rise.

  I look back to Beast and his face hardens. “Don’t get up on my account.”

  Everyone freezes. Is he being serious? Or sarcastic? I can’t tell.

  Beast nudges me back and I give him a confused look.

  He nudges me again and tells me to, “Lay back down, Ameia.”

  “Are you going to join me?” I ask, figuring it’s best to clear the situation up now, so there’s no more confusion.

  Beast nods his head.

  “With Vis and Warrick?”

  Beast pauses, giving me an exasperated look.

  I hold my breath, afraid he’s going to order them to get out of bed and force me to choose between them.

  “The bed looks like it’s big enough for all of us… if they allow it.”

  Did I really just hear that?

  Warrick and Vis must be just as surprised as I am.

  No one speaks for the longest time before Warrick breaks the silence. “I’ll allow it.”

  Vis gives Warrick a sharp look and then snorts.

  Beast nods at Warrick. “Thank you.”

  Warrick nods back at Beast and they regard each other with mutual respect. I don’t know what’s changed but I’m not going to jinx it.

  Then Beast looks to Vis.

  Vis frowns, looking more uncertain.

  “I owe you a great deal of gratitude,” Beast admits. “You saved my ass, even after the way I treated you.”

  Vis snorts but his lips twitch, and Warrick reaches over, nudging him. Finally, Vis nods his head. “I’ll allow it.”

  Beast grins. “Thank you.”

  I look between the three of them, still not quite believing it. I even pinch myself.

  It hurts.

  “Come on,” Beast says, nudging me. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  Fearing that this could be some kind of fluke, or that they could change their minds at any second, I scoot backwards and then lay back down on the bed. Beast follows me down, stretching out to lay beside me. I scoot closer to snuggle up against him.

  Warrick and Vis stretch back out on either side of us, giving us room but still flanking us.

  The room falls back into a comfortable quiet. I begin to drift off again only to be startled awake.

  “Hey, what about me?” Striker grumbles.

  Beast’s arms tighten around me and he chuckles, “What about you?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  I’m in bed with all my mates. and it’s not a dream.

  The bed is a tight fit with the five of us, bu
t we’re making it work. Beast is pressed against my front and Striker is wrapped around my back. Warrick is up by my head while Vis is at my feet.

  They’ve all managed to claim a part of me, and I’m touching every single one of them.

  I never want to get up. I want to stay in this bed with them forever, in this little heaven.

  If only this was all we had to do.

  If only all was right in the universe.

  If only we had no obligations.

  I’m not sure how many hours I get in bed with them before we’re disturbed but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

  The door beeps and Beast sits up, untangling himself from my arms. He tries to slip away without awakening me but I’m instantly alert.

  My ears strain as I listen to him pad to the door and quietly answer it. I peek my eyes open a slit to watch him. His voice is too hushed for me to make out his words but I can make out the meaning enough to get the drift.

  He’s being called away because he’s needed.

  Beast pads quietly back to the bed and bends down, picking up his boots.

  Striker stirs behind me. “What’s going on?”

  “We’re convening in the war room to finalize a plan of action,” Beast grunts as he steps into his boots and secures them to his feet.

  “Am I invited?”

  Beast grunts again and nods his head before straightening.

  Striker slides out from behind me and Warrick stirs at my head. “Am I?”

  Beast looks to me first, our eyes meeting. My heart aches as the realization that they’re all leaving me sinks in.

  Slowly Beast nods his head.

  I should be happy that he’s including Warrick, but… I’m not…

  How can I be happy when they’re leaving me? I know it’s because they have to, because it’s important, but still… I wish we had more time. I wish I had more time to enjoy being with all of them.

  The bed shifts as Warrick climbs out.

  Vis sits up at my feet and looks at me. His lips pull into a frown as he notes the sad look on my face. “I’ll stay with Ameia.”

  Beast and Striker share a look.

  “You don’t have to,” I sigh, pulling the covers up to my chin. I don’t want him to be left out on my account.

  “I want to,” Vis insists.

  After a moment, Beast nods his head in approval. “Someone should stay to protect Ameia and the girls.”

  * * *

  After Beast, Striker and Warrick depart, Vis crawls up beside me and pulls me into his arms. We snuggle together, and I try to be happy that we’re getting some one on one time, but I just can’t fully relax.

  I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something is going to happen, something bad. I know it, I feel it, but what?

  Eventually, I drift off again but this time I dream. I dream of dark towers and swirling pools. Seas of red stars going dark. Monsters dance and the crowd chants my name.

  My father sits upon a throne of shadows but his crown is made up of screaming souls. In his arms he holds my baby sister, a little girl with blonde curls

  Little Eluna opens her mouth and her arms reach for me as she lets out the most god awful wail.

  I sit up in bed, my heart racing behind my ribs and my skin drenched in a cold sweat.

  I blink, my eyes straining against the bright light. Taking in the room, my heart begins to settle. I recognize where I am. I’m safe. I’m in my bed, in my room on the Siren.

  And I’m not alone.

  Vis is with me. He’s standing with his back to me in front of the cribs.

  The wailing continues and I realize one of the girls is crying. How much time has passed? It’s been hours since they last ate. My breasts ache just at the thought of feeding them.

  Before I manage to ask, Vis bends forward, picking up Esha from her crib. Her wailing immediately quiets.

  I smile, listening to him coo and soothe her. I don’t think he even realizes I’m awake yet.

  He’s such a good daddy, I think to myself before he turns towards the bed.

  I take one look at his face and my stomach falls to the floor.

  Vis looks up from Esha, smiling at me with eyes of black.

  “No,” I gasp and shake my head in denial. I’m seeing things. This cannot be real.

  I must still be dreaming.

  I pinch myself and it hurts.

  Tears blur my vision and I blink them away as he approaches the bed.

  This is a nightmare.

  “Vis?” I ask, hoping against hope that my eyes are betraying me.

  “Ameia,” Vis says and his voice is off. His voice is that metallic, scraping noise that chips at my bones and burrows into my ear. “I’ve missed you.”

  “No,” I whimper, wishing the ground would open beneath me and swallow me up.

  “Yes,” he grins as he walks to the bed.

  “You’re supposed to be dead,” I say, even though I didn’t really believe it. “Beast watched the palace fall on you.”

  “Not dead,” he responds. “Reborn.”

  “Reborn?” I repeat, trying to wrap my mind around it.

  My fight-or-flight instincts kick in. I want to run; I want to flee. My fingers curl wanting to attack him. To tear at his face. To claw at those awful black eyes.

  To fight.

  But I can’t.

  Esha stirs in his arms, her little hands reaching up, grabbing at his chin but he has eyes only for me.

  “She’s hungry,” he states, his voice cold, almost robotic as he stops at the end of the bed. “Come, feed our child.”

  I can’t pass up the opportunity to free her from his clutches no matter how much my body revolts at the idea of moving closer to him. Scooting down the bed, I hold out my arms, willing them not to shake.

  Willing him to hand over Esha peacefully.

  His lecherous grin sharpens with amusement. He makes me scoot all the way to the edge before he bends forward, handing her over.

  I scoot back right away, but not fast enough. His hand snaps out, fingers brushing against my cheek.

  His dark eyes gleam as his skin rubs against my skin.

  “Stay,” he commands and my body tenses up, wanting to obey him.

  I pant, fighting my own muscles at first before simply giving up. I need to focus on the battles I know I can win.

  Esha wiggles in my arms, her little hands grabbing at my top, tugging. Her face roots for my breast.

  Vis nods his head and my muscles relax, allowing me to move again. I reach down, pulling down my blouse. Esha latches immediately and suckles hungrily.

  He watches with unabashed fascination, black eyes gleaming.

  His attention disturbs me and his lips twist with amusement as if it pleases him. To see that face on Vis is too much. I grab at the sheet, trying to pull it up but he yanks it away.

  “How?” I ask, hoping to distract him.

  “How?” he repeats as if he doesn’t understand the question.

  “How were you reborn?”

  His eyes darken. “I felt the death of my Calling, and then I was freed from the shackles that bound me. I am no longer constrained to a physical form. I am now one with the void that connects us all.”

  “How did you get inside Vis?”

  “I’ve always been inside him.”

  “All this time?” I ask, the realization chilling my blood.

  “All this time,” he nods. “I’ve been watching and waiting.”

  His answer instantly sends me into a panic.

  How do I get us out of this? If I call for help will it be worth it?

  If only he wasn’t between me and Ellany…

  He takes a step forward and I scoot back. There’s not enough distance to put between us.

  I look to the door. It’s so far away but I need to figure out a way to get past him, to grab Ellany and get out.

  He bends down, palms hitting the bed.

  I look at him in alarm. I need to kee
p him talking.

  “Why are you here? What do you want?”

  “Ameia,” he breathes my name heavily as if it holds so much meaning. “It’s time. Everything is in place.”

  “Time for what?” I ask, scooting away. Something hard pokes me in the thigh and I stop.

  “Time for you and our girls to come to me.”

  “No,” I refuse. “I can’t. I won’t.”

  My hand slides underneath the sheet, seeking, exploring the hard thing poking my thigh.

  “Yes,” he hisses, leaning closer. “You will.”

  “No, I won’t,” I repeat and clench my teeth. I’ll never hand my daughters over to him voluntarily. I’ll fight him to the death if he forces it to that.

  “You will, Ameia,” he says with infuriating confidence. “You will come to me or I will crash this ship, killing everyone onboard.”

  “You can’t possibly—“ I start.

  “Do not tempt me,” he warns, his voice piercing my ear. I wince at the pain, my head throbbing as his words cut right through my brain. “I’ve exhausted the last of my patience. You will come to me. You will bring our daughters. And in return, I will spare the lives of everyone onboard this ship. I will spare the lives of everyone you love.”

  I shake my head, my ears pulsing with his ultimatum.

  “Deny me and I will come for you,” he says, reaching out. Fingers grabbing me by the chin to keep my head still. “After I kill everyone on Terrea.”

  “No,” I gasp and his fingers dig into my jaw, finding bone.

  “Yes,” he grins. “For now, your father and sister are safe. Refuse me and they will be the first to die.”

  I blink my eyes, trying to see through the tears. His grip relaxes but my jaw aches as the blood rushes back in.

  “Ameia,” he sighs heavily. “Look what you made me do.” His thumb strokes across my chin as if he’s trying to soothe the harm he caused. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I take a deep breath. Swallow. Willing myself to stay strong. “What do you want?”

  He smiles and strokes my cheek. “I want you, the Beacon.”

  Everything in my body revolts. My skin crawls where he touches. My stomach twists into a knot. He’s seems to be completely oblivious to the effect he’s having on me or perhaps he simply doesn’t care.