Title: Revant Warriors The Complete Series (Books 1-6)

by Celeste Raye

  To make matters worse, and yes, there was a worse it seemed when it came to his body betraying him, his heart hammered hard into his ribs and his breath stilled in his throat as he stared at her.

  She wore a top that barely covered her breasts, but which held them up high in the air. He knew it was some sort of sly and cunning contraption made of wire and fabric, but at that moment, he was sure that top was made out of absolute lust and temptation.

  Her bare midriff drew his eyes. Her flat stomach and cute little naval glimmered from the oil she had applied to her skin. The shape of her hips drew his eyes and made his fingers itch with the longing to grip her there, pull her to him so that he could tilt her pelvis into his and feel her lower body against that throbbing girth in his trousers.

  She wore a billowy, diaphanous set of gurley girl pants. They were transparent enough for him to see every line and angle of her legs and just thick enough to disguise her crotch with a little assistance from the small band of fabric that she wore within like underwear.

  She said, “I still don’t see why you couldn’t have been the slave. This is utter—”

  He spoke hastily, “There’s no time to argue. The ship’s docking. I know you understand how grave a mission this is, but I must demand, right now, that you behave with some subservience.”

  Her jet-hued left eyebrow rose upward. Her lips pursed. A gleam hit her eyes, and he was not at all sure he liked the looks of it. He had seen her go after a being that pissed her off already, and he knew she could be as cunning and vicious as a little raptor-bird when she chose to be. He also knew she had a bad habit of kicking males in their most tender anatomy. “Oh really?”

  His hands rested on his waist. His cock throbbed, and his pulse raced higher. He had to search for words, but he finally found them. “Yes. Listen to me. Here, slaves who misbehave are seen as things that need to be broken. I do not want to have to explain why I have not yet broken you and I damn sure don’t want to have to publicly break you; do you understand?”

  The pout left her mouth. Her face took on a worried expression. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, but he quickly quelled it. The words he had said to her were true. One wrong move and they would both be caught up in a system that demanded that unbroken slaves be broken and that if the one who owned them could not break them, that the slave be given over to those who could.

  She must’ve read all of that on his face because fear struck its way across her expression. She asked, “What the hell did you get me into?”

  He said, “Don’t blame me. You were the last person I wanted to take along.”

  She smiled suddenly. The sight of that smile, so wide and white and utterly lovely, took his breath away, making it hard for him to think. She said, “I feel the same about you.”

  He regarded her. There was no love lost between them. She had disliked being forced into a position in the gambling and dance hall that he and his brothers owned. She felt that since they had wrecked the ship that she had been on through no fault of her own, and taken her hostage through no fault of her own, that the very least they could do is release her into the world unburdened by debt.

  The world didn’t work that way.

  Still, there was a part of him that wished that they didn’t dislike each other so intensely. Or rather, that she didn’t dislike him so intensely. The truth of the matter was that he was highly attracted to her, whether he wanted to be or not, and while he found her irritating, he also found her quite amusing. She was quick-witted and very intelligent; she could grasp the situation quickly and act appropriately. He had seen her do it before and he knew she could do it now.

  All those things just made her even more attractive to him. He had to remind himself again that he was not meant to mate. That the gift that had been bestowed upon him was so powerful that passing it on would be a terrible thing. Most children born with that gift died, their little frail bodies unable to withstand that gift.

  His mother had fully expected him to die, as had every elder of their race. They had hovered over his crib for weeks, just waiting for the gift to take him. That gift was the one that he never spoke of because it was so powerful and so violent that just mentioning it frightened both him and his siblings.

  He had rarely had cause to use it. He had used it in the mines. When a particularly brutal overseer had decided to beat Renall to death after Renall had lied and claimed that he was the one who had stolen an extra portion of that miserable slop that passed for food, Jeval had had to use that gift or lose the brother he held so dear.

  His siblings and the few other crew members that had been sold to the mines with them had been so horrified by what that gift had been able to do that they had made him take a blood vow to never use it again—unless the circumstances came down to his own life or death.

  So far, he had always kept that vow.

  Even in the heat of the greatest battle, he had remembered how horrible what had happened had been, and he had not used that gift, surviving by skill and wit and luck instead.

  He also had not mated with any creature capable of reproduction. Mating with any race capable of reproduction, of procreation, would mean potentially passing on that black and cursed gift.

  He could not watch a child he created die. He would not watch a child he had helped create die.

  There had been another one with him, a twin. A child nobody spoke of. It was as if that child had never existed. A beautiful little girl they said, with eyes of pure silver and skin the same color, with the blue tracing the vein that bespoke royalty already growing in her temples. She had died, and he had lived. He was no prince. If he had been, he would never have withstood the dark gift.

  The Elders said that had that child lived, she would have been their Oracle, one born to replace the aged and withered Oracle who had served her race for so long and so well.

  But she had not been born.

  He gulped a little, setting those feelings aside. He said, “Come on, we need to get to the Hall.”

  She gave him a sardonic smile then ducked her head and said, in a meek and little voice, “Yes, Master, as you wish. But when this is over, someone owes me something, and it better be a big something too.”

  Chapter 5 - Jeval

  It happened so fast. Just so fast that she didn’t have time to even think about what was going on or how foolish it was. One moment she was standing there, staring into his eyes, cracking some silly joke, and the next his body was against hers, and their mouths were fused. His hand went to her hair, yanking it out of the clip she had put it into so carefully.

  Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her inner thighs quivered as she felt that masculine hardness of his against her lower body, pressing against her flesh in a manly and insistent way, one that caused an answering ache and beat in her body.

  Her tongue met his, and her gasp was low and desperate as his fingers clutched at her shoulders then brought her even closer to him and into fuller contact with his muscular body. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and the pressure was extreme, and hot too.

  He walked her to the bed, and she fell across it, her body sprawling out on the covers. His fingers worked against her skin, sending throbs of pleasure beating through her lower belly. He found the clasp for the bralette she wore and then he loosened it, allowing her breasts to tumble free.

  His body shone, and the muscles beneath his skin flexed and tensed as he bent over her. The sight of his broad chest and shoulders made her lips part in a little gasp. She began to work at his clothes as his fingers found the clever little snap at the front of her belt and loosed it, tugging the harem-like pants down and exposing her body.

  His tunic went over his head and then she yanked at the trousers he wore. He kicked them off, revealing the package of bone and muscle there, as well as the lean angles of his hips. The hair at the junction of his thighs was thick and coarse, and his cock jutted up from his body at a stiff angle, and the sight of it was too tempting. She had to have
him, had to touch him and taste him.

  He joined her on the bed, and she reached out. Her fingers trailed along his member, stroking along the heavy veins there. He gasped, and his hips shot forward. Her fingers curled around his dick, fisting it.

  He was hot, throbbing, and stiff. His prick twitched and pulsed below her fingers, and she stroked it gently, curling her fist tighter and then dipping her head a bit so she could lick the soft skin at the head. It thickened yet again, and that skin that she had just licked stretched tight and became shiny.

  Margie’s fingers moved along the heavy shaft of his dick, exploring the satiny texture of the surface before she wriggled and turned so that she was on top of him, her crotch above his eager mouth. His hands caught her bottom, and his fingers pressed deep into her cheeks, parting them.

  Margie went back to his throbbing staff. The whole enormous girth was purple and swollen, and she squeezed gently, and then bent her head to it, letting her tongue wander up and around the shaft before licking across the head again to capture the salty drop of fluid slipping from the slit at the top of it.

  His hands tugged at her hair and hips bucked into her face, but she kept going. Her fingers moved to his sac, and she cradled his balls in her hand, letting her thumb run across the soft, wrinkled surface of that flesh.

  “That feels good,” Jeval panted out, and then his mouth went to the soft and dripping folds of her inner flesh, his breath blew against that wet heat there, and she shivered, her mouth working harder to take him down her throat and please him.

  “No,” she said as she pulled her wet mouth away from his glistening prick, “I am not trying to do anything but make you happy.”

  Her hips hung in the air above his head, her juices dripping onto his lips and his tongue came out to swipe away the creamy drops of fluid gathered near her clit. Her ass shook and trembled, and her mouth opened wider as she strove to take every inch of him down her throat. She wanted it all; she wanted him deep inside of her body; she wanted to feel him inside her swollen passageway; and she wanted it soon, but first, she wanted this incredible giving and receiving.

  The pleasure was so intense, her body rocked and swayed above his. She was pinned on his cock, swallowing it eagerly as his mouth worked against her pussy, coaxing even more fluids to spill from her body.

  His fingers moved inside her, thrusting and withdrawing as his tongue found her clit and massaged it in a way that seemed designed to drive her insane. Her mouth tightened, and she let her fingers slide across his testicles, cupping them and stroking them again.

  Jeval slid a finger into her anus. That pleasure, coupled with the feel of his tongue on her clit and his other fingers inside her body jolted her toward orgasm. A tremendous shudder went through her. Her hips arched up and down as her mouth went back to work on his cock.

  She came. Hard. Her whole body shook, and her hands clutched desperately at his thighs.

  She let him slide out of her mouth and walked her body down his until she was poised above his member. His hands gripped her ass, separating her cheeks as she lowered herself onto his engorged and swollen flesh.

  She slid down him, her walls opening to take him in. The feel of him inside her, all the way inside of her body, caused her hips to shake and her inner folds to spasm. He filled her completely, taking her in ways she had never known before. Her legs shook as she balanced above him, rocking and writhing, feverish in her attempts to feel his cock at the very end of her tunnel.

  Her whimpers became moans, and she heard his answering cries as she lifted her body up and away from his, not letting him withdraw completely, and then slid back down again.

  She came, hot gushes of fluid streaming from her body and onto his hot flesh. She felt his cock give a long throb and then several smaller ones and heard his moan of release below her own cries.

  Her sigh of contentment became a moan of pleasure as he moved low again. She whispered, “Jeval, I…”

  “I am not done.”

  The words, slow and a little throaty, sent warm breath across her wet flesh, adding a new layer of sensation to that skin there and making a long and slow thrill run up and down her skin.

  That sensation spiraled up again, that time even more intense than the first time he had done that to her. His fingers dipped between her legs and found the wetness there then spread it across her labia. The musky scent of her arousal filled the room, and her ass lifted so he could slide his fingers higher to the throbbing flesh of her clit.

  He massaged it in slow circles, and she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her hips lifted and lowered.

  His fingers thrust into her slippery inner folds, and she cried out as sensation spiked through her body. His hands went back to rubbing her ass cheeks, gently lifting and squeezing the flesh and muscles of them before going back to her clit and massaging it hard and fast.

  “Oh my God,” she breathed, “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

  He lifted her hips higher. His mouth sought out her clit, and his tongue slid across it, then down, darting into her swollen entry then out again to wander slowly back to her clit. Fine trembles started inside her inner thighs. She used her arms to lever herself up higher, giving him easier access to her dripping folds.

  His tongue continued to torment her. Her legs went rigid as she arched and lifted, desperate for the release hovering so close. His fingers slid into her again, spilling her fluids as they withdrew. Her cries got longer and louder with each lick and thrust.

  Jeval moved away from her. Now that it was over, she was dizzy from the satisfaction but on the heels of her satisfaction was another feeling. She was confused by the sudden sex and the fact that she had given in to the wild urges she’d had.

  He stood. His body, coated with a thin sheen of perspiration, glistened in the low lights. He said, “We should get going.”

  She scrambled off the bed and hurried to the bathing chamber. By the time she had returned, he was dressed, and he merely said, “Let’s go. I don’t want to spend another night here if I don’t have to.”

  She didn’t either. She wanted nothing more than to be gone from there, to put as much space between herself and that place and him as possible, and as quickly as possible, too. Revant Two was a large place, and soon a party would be going into the wilderness beyond the small city they were building, and she could be in that party if she chose, and she was pretty sure that might be the best thing to do.

  Jeval spoke. “You know I have a gift.”

  “I’ve heard that, but all of your brothers seem to have some gift or another.” She was numbed and tired, her brain and body at war and they still had to try to find some intel that would make the trip worthwhile.

  He stopped walking. His tone was stiff. “It seems to me that your kind automatically mate with whoever they engage in sexual things with.”

  “Wow. No, but whatever.”

  She went to walk on, but his fingers held her arm and kept her immobile. “I can’t be your mate. I can’t be anyone’s mate. My gift, if I were to pass it on, the child you would bear would not be strong enough to survive that birth. The child would not be able to live with that gift. I was lucky to live at all. Most don’t.”

  She was too dazed to try to parse that out. “All right then. Let’s go get some intel. I want to go home.”

  She waited for him to get ahead of her and she followed him, but her heart was heavy and her limbs too loose and trembling.

  Several hours later, Margie sat at Jeval’s feet, her gaze lowered as he’d instructed her to in training. Her senses were on full alert. This planet was rife with corruption and bad politics. Criminals used it as a transport for all their illegal goods and politicians came to indulge all their bad habits.

  Half the creatures in the room were masked and unspeaking. A low trill of music came from above, through the speakers that set beside the glassed-in cage where a band of Songers, probably captives too, played tiredly on a small stage.

  T
he sex they’d had was terrific. Mind blowing, in fact. But it had left a lot of regret and worry in its wake.

  The last thing she needed to do was get her heart involved with Jeval, and she damn sure didn’t need to give in to that desire she had for him either; ever again.

  It was dangerous.

  He was dangerous.

  He was not known for kindness, and she knew that. He was harsh and reserved and even while he’d been in the middle of sex with her she had felt him withdrawing from her. Not just that last literal withdrawal when he had sent his seed to the sheets instead of inside her either.

  A mental withdrawing. She might as well have just been any warm and willing body!

  Tears threatened, but she blinked them back. She had known he was just giving in to attraction, the same as her, but his coldness afterward just kept growing. There was a definite chill coming off him then too.

  His legs were stiff despite his seemingly relaxed appearance and she had to fight for air to breathe when some masked and snuffling creature came up and said, in a guttural voice that was clearly being filtered through a masking device, “What a lovely human.”

  “Yes. She’s obedient too. That makes her even more attractive.”

  If she had not known for a fact what the result of her biting him in the calf muscle would yield, she might have done just that. Resentment flared along her body and tore across her system, sending a warm tide of red blood up into her face and along her neck.

  “Oh, it is pleased with your words,” the masked creature wheezed out. “You have done well with it.”

  It? Let me catch you alone, and I’ll show you what this woman can do when I grab you by your ‘it’ and yank it right off your body you…

  Jeval’s hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it and yanking slightly, not enough to rip the hair from her scalp but enough to grab her attention and let her know to cool down. She blanked her mind. She knew that he could read the tension growing in her body and sense her anger. She had to hope no other in the room could as well.