The Ravager Chronicles: The Complete Series

by Sara Page

  “Less than an hour away.”

  Less than an hour away. My heart immediately starts to race again, fueled by panic.

  “Ameia,” Beast growls and pulls his forehead back. His arms loosen around me then his warm hands rub up my back. “Why are you so nervous?”

  I shake my head and shiver at the jolts that shoot up my spine. “It’s not every day a girl gets to come back from the dead.”

  Beast’s eyes narrow at me and I can tell he’s not buying it. “You’re worried about seeing your family again?”

  Slowly, I nod my head. “I’m worried about how they’re going to react. I can’t see it being a happy reunion.”

  “Why? Will your family not be relieved to see you? To know that you’re alive?”

  I take another deep breath in and hold it. I guess I can’t avoid it now without outright lying to him and I would hate for Beast to believe me to be a liar.

  “I’m sure my father will be happy to see me,” I exhale. “I’m just not sure what he’ll make of you.”

  Beast’s hands pause and he stills. “I see.”

  “I hope I haven’t offended you,” I say quickly. “It’s just that the reputation of your people proceeds you, and I’m afraid my father and my people are going to totally freak when I show up with a ship full of Ravagers.”

  Beast’s hands begin to move again, soothingly rubbing over me and his dark brows lift in interest. “What stories have you heard about my people?”

  I bite my lip and take a moment to think. I’ve heard so many things, so many scary stories, I don’t even know what to believe or where to begin.

  “The stories I’ve heard tend to say things like you’re evil and you steal women because you have no females.”

  Beast grins and for a moment I swear he actually seems to be proud of what I just said. “Is that all you’ve heard?”

  My eyes widen and my heart flutters again. “Don’t tell me it’s true?”

  “Relax, my princess,” Beast says huskily. “It’s not true.”

  I sigh in relief only to gasp when he adds, “At least not all of it.”

  “What part is true?” I ask a little too shrilly.

  If anything, Beast’s grin only grows more mischievous. “Well, we have been known to take women.”

  “Scoundrels.”

  Beast chuckles, “But you can’t steal the willing.”

  “Oh, please,” I roll my eyes at him. But then isn’t that what I am? Willing?

  Beast has stolen me in a way. He’s laid claim to me and been the first male I’ve joined with, body to body as if he’s had every right to do so. But I have been willing all along the way. More than willing actually. Almost too eager at some points.

  “So you only steal women? You don’t murder or plunder or anything like that?”

  Beast sighs and his tone turns all too serious. “We do not steal. As I said, you cannot steal the willing. And we do not intentionally murder or plunder. But that is not to say my people do not conquer or use force to do so.”

  “So all the stories are wrong?”

  Beast shakes his head.

  I sigh, so not feeling better about any of this.

  “Just like humans, my kind has its good and its bad.”

  “Yes,” I slump, feeling even more dejected. “I know you’re good and so are those I’ve met on the Harpy’s Talon.” Though not Striker, I’m not sure there’s anything good about him. “But all I’ve ever heard of is the bad. Your kind has quite the nasty reputation with my people. And I’m afraid because we can be quick to judge… that they won’t even give you a chance before they’re afraid of you.” And try to hurt you.

  After all, isn’t that exactly what I just did on that planet? I judged the shit out of Beast and I’m lucky it didn’t cost me my life in the end. Perhaps I should give the people of Terrea more credit. I just don’t want Beast to get hurt. I’d never forgive myself if my people did something shitty to him.

  Beast’s finger bumps my chin, urging me to look up at him. “I am honored that you worry for me, my princess. But I think your people will not be as hostile as you fear. In the past our two planets have had diplomatic relations together through the Transgalactic Alliance.”

  “We have?” I ask, completely baffled by this new information.

  “Yes,” Beast nods and smiles. “We have. It was quite some time ago, and we haven’t had contact recently, but I have faith that they will treat us with respect.”

  I hope he’s right.

  Because if he isn’t…. I don’t even want to think about it.

  Beast laughs and hugs me close. His chest is purring, vibrating even harder. And I hate to admit that it feels really good against my nipples. “Ah, my princess, cheer up. This is a good thing.”

  “It is?” I ask, feeling even more confused by his sudden good humor.

  “Yes, I am honored you trust me and have faith in me. I was afraid you might ask me if I intended to conquer Terrea.”

  I think all the blood rushes from my head and Beast just laughs some more.

  Yeah, I didn’t even consider that. I was more concerned about my planet attacking him. The Harpy’s Talon is a ship full of Ravagers. I’m an arrogant fool if I think my kind even stands a chance.

  “You’re not, are you?” I think he’s joking, I’m ninety-nine percent sure of it. But I just have to be sure.

  I have wondered why he’s taking me home, especially since he’s so possessive. Why risk taking me home? If I were him, I’d be afraid I’d want to stay there without him.

  He appears to be genuinely honest when he answers, “That has never been the plan.”

  “What is the plan?” I ask, curious though it’s getting harder and harder to think straight the way his chest is vibrating. My nipples feel tight and overly sensitive. If only I had a brassiere. Unfortunately, there are no other females on this ship for me to borrow one from.

  “The plan is to follow you, my Calling. Wherever you go, I will go as well.”

  “That’s it?” I ask him skeptically. “You don’t have any other motivations for taking me home?”

  Beast’s dark brow furrows and he frowns. “I admit I am curious to see your home. If that is what you consider a motivation?”

  I could have sworn he and Striker were colluding, secretly planning something else. I can’t imagine what they would plan though. Terrea doesn’t have much to offer. We’re a small planet, considered quaint by most of the other Old Earth colonies. The majority of our citizens are farmers and laborers. We’re disgustingly poor when it comes to valuable resources. Unless of course humans are considered resources, but even there we’re a small population. Our last census counted only one hundred million Terreans. We’re also a bit backwards in the eyes of the rest of the universe. It can be extremely difficult arranging matches with our sister worlds because we’re one of the few matriarchies that still exist. It doesn’t exactly appeal to most men.

  “No, no,” I shake my head. “That’s perfectly understandable. And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I truly appreciate that you’re doing this for me….”

  “But?”

  I sigh. “I just keep picturing the whole of Terrea freaking out when we make contact.”

  Beast nods and takes a step forward, forcing me to take a step back. “You worry too much, my princess.”

  I frown at being forced back. What is he doing? “I think perhaps I should reach out to my father first. If I could speak with him in private without everyone else knowing…”

  “Once we make contact with Terrea, they will know the transmissions are coming from a Ravager ship,” Beast says and takes another step forward.

  His leg simply moves my leg, there’s no resisting him. It’s either take a step back or fall down on my ass.

  I frown, “Oh.” Well, there goes that plan.

  Beast nods and takes another step. He pushes me back until I feel the bed hitting the back of my knees.

  Beast leans into me, trying
to push me down. I push back, barely keeping myself upright and ask, “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we be heading to the communication room?”

  His eyes darken and his voice lowers to a growl, “You need to relax first.”

  “Relax?” I almost laugh. “There’s no way I’m going to relax until we get this over with.”

  Beast’s eyes flash and something wicked tugs at his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

  Oh, no. This is one game I know I won’t win. I gulp. The heat in his eyes alone causing my body temperature to instantly shoot up at least ten degrees.

  “No,” I say softly and Beast looks disappointed.

  Then he suddenly grins as if he’s blessed with an idea. “Good. It’s so much easier when you don’t resist.”

  Chapter Two

  “You said we were only an hour away,” I say feebly as Beast pushes me back until I’m flat on the bed. “I’d hate to leave everyone waiting.”

  Beast comes down on top of me, his big hands slapping down on the mattress. He leans down and his lips brush against my neck. Just that slight touch feels like a stroke of pure electricity sizzling across my skin. “We are idling until you’re ready.”

  I may never be ready. Perhaps returning home was a bad idea.

  And as if he can read my thoughts, Beast goes on to say, “We will wait as long as you need.”

  His lips brush against my neck again.

  I shiver. If he keeps this up, I’m totally going to want to ravish him. And I rather not be a hot mess and a nervous wreck when I finally do face my father.

  “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s do this!” I say a little too enthusiastically.

  Beast chuckles then he smashes his soft mouth against the side of my throat and pulls back a hard suckle. I groan and my mouth goes slack. It feels like that spot, that spot is my weak spot, and all the muscles in my body are turning into quivering gelatin.

  Beast stops and then catches my eyes as he says, “No, my princess, you’re not ready yet. You’re too tense and you need to relax. Here, let me help you…”

  He starts to kiss a wet trail down my neck. Then I feel his hands going to my shirt, tugging, trying to lift it over my head.

  “Why?” I groan. I tug my shirt back down but he’s stronger. One hard tug and I lose my grip. The shirt goes flying over my head so hard my back comes off the bed. I pout as I plop back down.

  “Because you need this,” Beast says, his voice warm and soft as he pulls his own shirt over his head. “And I will always give you what you need.”

  He tosses his shirt to the floor then lowers back down, purposely pressing his skin against my skin. He’s so hard with strength yet his skin is as soft as warm silk. He rests on his elbows and purrs.

  “Beast?” I groan and feel my eyes rolling back in my head. The vibrations of his purring stimulates my nipples. Suddenly I’m wet and warm. An ache grows in my core.

  “Yes?” he purrs and the vibrations increase, tearing a moan from my lips. I finally reach out to touch him, only to grab onto his broad shoulders.

  “What do you need?” With him, he’s always making it about me. One of these times I need to make it about him.

  “Only you,” he growls then rolls his hips. I feel his hardness grinding into my sex.

  “Stars,” I gasp and can’t help but roll my hips back. We move like that for a minute, rubbing against each other, teasing ourselves. If only there wasn’t fabric between us.

  Beast pulls away first.

  “No,” I whine. “Come back.”

  My nails dig into Beast’s skin. I think he likes it. He shudders beneath my grip then bends his head down. His hot mouth covers my right nipple. He suckles and I feel like I’m coming undone. Something deep inside me begins to unravel.

  His wet tongue laps and my nails dig deeper. Then his tongue begins to vibrate. Just when I forgot he could do that.

  “Beast!” I gasp and feel him chuckle against my breast.

  He moves over to the other. The tip of his tongue circles my areola then he laps at my puckered tip. It’s so hard, so sensitive, it almost hurts. Just when I’m about to ask him to stop, please stop, it’s too much, his tongue vibrates and I’m completely lost.

  Hot electrical pulses radiate from my breasts, scorching a path down my thighs.

  My insides are liquid. Hot boiling liquid. Steam is building inside me, creating an aching pressure.

  Beast pulls his mouth from my breast then nibbles a path down my stomach. Inside I’m clenching, still so tight.

  “Beast,” I hiss as he begins to pull down my pants. “We can’t… there’s no time for this.”

  He doesn’t even look up at me. He pulls my pants down with a powerful tug and tells me to, “Hush.”

  Hush? Seriously? I can’t even… No one talks to me like that! I’m so flustered by him telling me to hush… Who does he think he is? I forget for a second what he’s doing.

  Cold air hits my sex, making me even more aware of how wet, how hot and how swollen I am. Beast pushes my thighs open and stares down at me. I squirm beneath his eyes, the intensity glowing in them is so overwhelming it burns.

  “So beautiful,” he growls in admiration and my lungs no longer work. I can’t suck in any air. His hands squeeze my thighs and he bends his head down. “So pink.”

  “We shouldn’t!” my lips cry out. But inside I’m screaming out, “Yes!”

  We shouldn’t do this. There’s an entire ship waiting on us, waiting for Beast’s command. If I was a good princess, I’d be insisting we leave right away so I could reunite with my father. My entire planet believes me to be dead. Instead, I’m here in our little room on the Harpy’s Talon getting frisky with a purple alien. I’m a bad princess!

  His mouth covers me. Stars help me, nothing can come close to this. I feel his tongue dragging through my folds. I reach down and grab his hair.

  Beast’s tongue drags up and down through my soaked lips. Over and over again. It’s torture. It’s driving me to the brink of madness. It feels so good, but I’m greedy. It’s so not enough. I need more.

  Gone are the thoughts of home. Gone are the thoughts of everyone awaiting us. Replacing those thoughts, filling those spaces are just urges, needs, and desires for more. More of him. More of his tongue working over me. More of him touching me. More of the fire burning in my core.

  I yank on his hair, trying to pull his head up so that his tongue licks me higher. But Beast easily avoids my clit. He encircles it, even breathes on it, but he won’t go there yet.

  Instead, his tongue strokes down, dipping inside my sex. I gasp and arch off the bed. There’s so much pressure building inside me, where did it all come from? I feel like I’m about to burst. I’m going to crack.

  “Please,” I whine and Beast’s red eyes glow up at me.

  I tug on his hair again. “Please, Beast, don’t make me beg.”

  Beast’s eyes glint mischievously, I so don’t like it when he looks at me like that. It means he’s not done, he has something else planned.

  “Please,” I say again, less whiney.

  I feel Beast chuckle against me. Oh, the vibrations! His tongue starts to slide out. Is he stopping? My fingers tighten in his hair. I can’t have that.

  Beast’s tongue suddenly thrusts back inside me and his tongue starts vibrating. It’s so not fair. As amazing as it is to have his tongue thrust inside me, vibrating, it’s only a tease that leaves me wanting more. More of him. More of his tongue. More of the vibrations but not there.

  “Please, please, please,” I beg. I hope he’s happy, forcing me to resort to this. My head tosses back and forth, I just can’t sit still. There’s too many sensations, too many needs coursing through me. I’m trapped somewhere between arousal and the bliss of release. I need just a little more, just for him to ease the throb and I would feel so much better.

  Beast tries to move again and without even thinking about it, I’m tearing at his hair. He growls and grabs my hands. I’m on the verge of tears a
s he pulls my fingers from his scalp.

  “Why are you doing to this to me?” And right now, it’s all about me. Me, me, me and my needs. Why does he tease me? Why does he torture me?

  “Because you like it,” Beast grins up at me. He traps my hands, one of his can hold both of my wrists. “Because you need it.”

  “Need it? I need this? I think not!” I protest but he’s not listening. Already his dark head is bending back down. Probably just to tease me some more.

  Without warning his tongue strokes across my clit. I cry out. It’s just what I wanted, just what I needed but it’s so intense, and it’s too overwhelming. My clit is one, aching, swollen throb. As Beast’s tongue strokes against it, so warm, so wet, the throb only grows. Stronger and stronger. Just when I think I’ve reached the highest point, I’m forced up even higher.

  When does it end? Oh, my stars, I can’t stay still. My thighs tighten around Beast. My insides feel like they’re about to burst. Then suddenly I break in a gush of wet hot pleasure.

  I cry out to the gods. I cry out to Beast. At some point I even call Beast a god and he never stops. His tongue hungrily laps me up until I come back down from the orgasmic atmosphere.

  “Better?” Beast asks as his lifts his head.

  I’m still twitching with the aftershocks of the pleasure. Does my mouth work? Not sure. I try to move my lips but I only smile.

  Beast grins and climbs up my body until he’s hovering over me, shrouding me in his shadow.

  Beast stares down at me long and hard. I try to hold his gaze but the way his eyes are glowing, dots start to dance across my vision and I have to look away. It’s like staring into two red suns for two long. I’ll probably be blind in a couple of years. If we’re still together.

  He’s holding his body above me. I look down, following all ridges and grooves of his hard muscles. Then I look at his waist and see that he’s fully hard and aroused. He’s so long, so thick, it’s a wonder he fits inside me without breaking me. And there he’s even darker, almost black, blending in with his shadow.

  My eyes travel back up, lingering at his pecs, circling his dark nipples. I follow the veins in his throat up to his chin then glance at his mouth.