Chapter 14 War is Coming
Ysara POV
They moved like lightning.
Darken had me first, lifting me clean off the bed, with my chest crushed to his as he impaled me on that pierced cock in one brutal thrust.
The metal dragged across my g-spot with every stroke, relentless, and perfect friction that tore a scream from my throat. Kalesh stepped in behind me, his hands spread my ass, and he pushed into me alongside Darken. The buzz of his vibrating cock radiated through every nerve ending; I couldn’t stop squirting, in hot pulses that soaked Darken’s abs, and dripped down his thighs.
“Fuck...fuck...too much...” I sobbed, but my hips rolled back greedily.
Darken’s fangs sank into the hollow beneath my ear. Kalesh bit the opposite side at the same moment. Pleasure detonated, and the bonds flared white-hot, and I came so hard my vision blacked out.
They roared together, pumping me full of cum until it overflowed, running in thick rivulets down my legs.
When they finally pulled out, they set me gently on the bed, legs splayed wide. Cum leaked from both holes in slow, obscene pulses.
Wyatt and Rafe groaned like dying men.
Gods, little witch,” Wyatt rasped, “I need you again. Right now.”
I crooked two fingers at them, grinning wickedly. “Then come take what’s yours.”
They pounced.
Rafe’s mouth latched onto my left nipple, sucking hard while Wyatt claimed the right. Their hands were everywhere: stroking my thighs, spreading the mess of cum around, and rubbing my clit in perfect tandem.
“Look at you,” Rafe growled against my breast. “Our perfect little slut, dripping with all of us.”
Wyatt nipped my collarbone. “Best fuck toy in the universe. Gonna keep you full and screaming for days.”
Rafe slid into my pussy first, slow and deep, and his thumb circled my clit. Wyatt took over my tits, pinching, twisting, and licking. I came again just from the overload.
They switched. Wyatt fucked me steady and hard, his hips snapping, while Rafe rubbed tight circles over my clit and whispered filth in my ear.
Back and forth they went, trading places, never knotting, just fucking me senseless, and rubbing me raw with pleasure until I was a sobbing, shaking mess.
I lost count of the orgasms.
I only knew that when they finally collapsed on either side of me, spent and shaking, I was the most thoroughly claimed female on the planet.
And I’d never felt more alive.
\~~~~~
An hour later....
I lay across the ruined sheets like a starfish who’d been resurrected too many times, staring at the ceiling and trying to remember how breathing worked.
My entire body felt boneless. Warm. Buzzing with magic and satisfaction. And exhaustion. And smugness. Mostly smugness.
Wyatt flopped down beside me, with his hair wild, and his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. His voice was ragged but amused.
“I’m just gonna say it,” he panted. “I enjoy Ravelyn heat.”
I snorted, rolling onto my side. “I bet you do, Captain Silver Eyes.”
He grinned like the feral menace he was.
Rafe groaned from somewhere near the foot of the bed. “I can’t feel my legs. My legs are gone. Somebody check if they’re still attached.”
Kalesh was on the carpet, sprawled out like a corpse, mumbling in Fae. Something about stars and mercy and “the woman will be the death of me.”
Darken leaned against the wall, adjusting his clothes with a dignity none of the rest of us possessed. “At least you’re all alive. Barely.”
I stretched, satisfied to my core. “Alright, gentlemen. As fun as this… group exercise… was, we need to get the fuck out of here.”
Darken raised a brow. “Not without feeding you.”
“Feed...”
My stomach growled so violently it echoed off the penthouse walls like an angry demon demanding tribute.
I slapped a hand over it. “Okay. Point made.”
Minutes later, the room dissolved into chaos as everyone scrambled into clothes. The twins packed in record time, tossing things into duffels, arguing over who remembered what, and Rafe accused Wyatt of stealing his socks again.
Ten minutes later we were thundering down through Wylde & Rafe Tower toward the underground garage.
Just as we pulled out, another SUV rolled up behind us. It was bigger, and darker, and packed with three massive lycans wearing tactical gear.
My eyebrows shot up. “Uh. Boys? Explanation?”
Wyatt didn’t miss a beat. “Your security detail. Three warriors we trust. They’ll trail us all the way to the cabin.”
Rafe added, “They won’t intrude unless necessary. They know you’re… important.”
Kalesh snorted. “Important is too small a word.”
Darken hummed. “Try apocalyptic.”
I groaned. “Perfect. Love that for me. Totally normal stuff.”
The SUVs pulled onto the freeway. The forest-lined highway stretched ahead, and Denver fell away in the rearview like a fading mortal life. Twenty minutes in, my stomach snarled again.
Wyatt glanced back. “Little witch, you sound dangerous.”
“I’m starving,” I snapped. “If I don’t eat soon, I’m going to turn feral and chew on one of you.”
Rafe pointed out the window. “Taco Bell?”
I gasped dramatically. “Pull over. Pull over NOW.”
Wyatt veered into the exit lane like a man on a mission. We rolled into the Taco Bell drive-thru. The speaker crackled.
“Welcome to Taco Bell, order when you’re ready.”
I leaned across Wyatt, practically hanging out the window as I rattled off:
“Nachos BellGrande, no refried beans, extra sour cream and cheese. Two steak and potato burritos. Two Doritos Locos tacos, supreme, extra lettuce, extra cheese. And the biggest Pepsi you legally sell. No ice. Actually add ice. Actually no ice. Wait...just give me the cup and let me live my truth.”
There was a pause. A long one.
Then: “Uh… anything else?”
I pointed at the men. “Yes. They’re big. And hungry. Boys?”
The twins leaned in at the same time like demons summoned.
“We’ll take ten Crunchwrap Supremes,” Rafe said.
“And six soft tacos,” Wyatt added.
“And four quesadillas,” Kalesh said proudly.
Darken didn’t blink. “And three large Cinnabon delights.”
Silence.
Then the cashier: “…your total is $198.47, please pull forward.”
Wyatt handed over a black credit card that probably had its own security detail.
The cashier took one look at us, at the four men built like gods, at my wildly oversized T-shirt, at my absolutely wrecked hair, and blinked slowly.
“Uh… big night?”
I beamed. “You have no idea.”
When we were back on the highway, the SUV smelled like heaven and grease and cheese and every reason to stay alive another day. We tore into the food like starving wolves. Even Darken, who I assumed fed only on shadows and arrogance, was elbow-deep in a quesadilla.
Twenty minutes later, satisfied and greasy, I wiped my mouth with a napkin.
“Okay,” I said. “Story time. I need to know about you guys. And like… not the ‘I’m a terrifying supernatural king’ part. The normal stuff. Favorite colors. Jobs. Childhood trauma. Weird hobbies. All of it.”
Kalesh perked up immediately. “I carve bone charms.”
Rafe groaned. “Dude. Why would you open with that?”
“It’s a normal hobby for my people,” Kalesh hissed.
Wyatt cleared his throat. “We run one of the largest legal empires in the supernatural world. Also we like hiking.”
Darken sipped his drink. “I own half the cybersecurity infrastructure in the Western Hemisphere.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And your hobby?”
“…scowling.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “He also knits.”
Darken bristled. “It’s called weaving protective wards into physical form.”
“That’s knitting,” Wyatt said.
“It is spellcraft.”
“It is knitting.”
I laughed until I couldn’t breathe.
The road stretched ahead, three hours to a hidden cabin on a cliff, with four men orbiting me with devotion and danger and way too much food in their laps.
For the first time since my life exploded, I felt something almost like peace.
Almost. Because I could feel the world shifting.
Something was coming. Something big.
But I wasn’t facing it alone.
Not anymore.
\~~~~~
Kalesh POV
Ysara fell asleep roughly an hour and a half into the drive, with her cheek resting on my shoulder, and her lips parted slightly, breathing soft and warm against my skin.
The effect was catastrophic.
I had hunted across continents, survived courts that slit throats for sport, and outrun gods who thought they could tame me. Yet nothing disarmed me like this small human-shaped storm curled up beside me, trusting me enough to sleep.
Her face in rest was pure serenity. Her magic pulsed beneath her skin like a heartbeat I could feel inside my own ribs.
I brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead. “Heart-track,” I whispered, barely audible. “You have ruined me already.”
Wyatt glanced back from the front seat, his silver eyes softening. “She finally out?”
“She is exhausted,” I murmured. “Her body is shifting. Changing. The Ravelyn blood is waking.”
Rafe hummed thoughtfully beside him. “Just another reason we need to get her safe. Fast.”
Darken drove in total silence, with his jaw tense, and his fingers tight over the wheel. His eyes stayed on the road but his voice dropped low, and threaded with quiet danger.
“We have a problem,” he said.
Wyatt snorted. “We have fifty problems.”
“No,” Darken continued. “We have a war coming.”
The SUV fell into heavy quiet. The kind that weighed down bones.
I kept my arm around Ysara, my claws held back only by sheer will. “Say what you mean, demon.”
Darken exhaled like a man revealing a truth he did not want to carry.
“The Broker knows.”
“And the exiled alpha,” Darken added. “He felt her awakening. That kind of magic isn’t subtle.”
I growled, low and feral, vibrating the seat. “If either of them come near her, I will rip the sky open to stop them.”
Rafe’s silver gaze darkened. “They’re already plotting. I guarantee it.”
Wyatt leaned back, rubbing his temples. “We need allies.”
I nodded once. “Allies with teeth.”
A brief silence stretched, taut as a bowstring.
Rafe broke it first. “The Pack of Iron Hollow owes us a blood favor. I can call on them.”
Wyatt added, “And the Lunar Guard still respects my rank, even if my father is a traitorous bastard. Some of them will come.”
Darken offered nothing for a moment, then: “I can pull on the shadow syndicates. Quiet soldiers. Assassins. People who don’t fear gods.”
Wyatt glanced at me. “And you?”
The forest outside the window blurred into darkness. My reflection stared back at me, faint green eyes glowing, markings along my jaw pulsing like embers.
“I am Hunter Fae,” I said simply. “If I call, the wild clans will answer. They will not all stay. Some will attempt to claim her. But enough will stand with us to rip the Broker apart piece by piece.”
Rafe snorted softly. “I appreciate the enthusiasm.”
“It is not enthusiasm,” I corrected. “It is necessity. She is ours to guard.”
Wyatt nodded. “We all feel it.”
The SUV vibrated faintly as the trailing security vehicle kept steady behind us. Three wolves. Loyal, and strong. But not enough.
Not for what was coming.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair. “First step is getting her to the cabin. Wards. Locks. A perimeter. We don’t sleep until it’s reinforced.”
Darken’s voice dropped again. “And then we prepare.”
I looked down at Ysara’s sleeping face… and something inside my chest twisted sharply. She murmured something unintelligible and curled closer.
My breath left me.
“I will not let them take her,” I said quietly. Softly. Deadly. “Not the Broker. Not the alpha. Not anyone.”
Wyatt turned slightly, meeting my eyes in the dim interior. “None of us will,” he said. “She’s ours. That means every threat becomes a corpse.”
Rafe nodded. “We’ll gather who we can. And if war comes…”
Darken finished it.
“We make sure the world understands what a Ravelyn protected by four sworn mates truly means.”
I tightened my hold around her.
War was coming.