Chapter 8 Ravelyn Heat
Ysara POV
I pressed both hands into my hair. My fingers were shaking, and my lungs were barely working. The bond pulsed in my neck like someone had plugged a live wire into my artery. The men...monsters...whatever the hell they were, were staring at me like I held the keys to heaven and hell.
My knees tried to give out. My mouth worked but no words came out until..“Fuck,” I breathed, wiping a shaking hand across my lips. “I don’t want any of this shit. I just want to save my mom.”
Silence blanketed the clearing. Then Wyatt stepped forward, his silver eyes softening in a way that made something stupid and warm twist in my chest.
“Ysara… we already did.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
Rafe moved beside him, “We pulled strings the moment we saw your broadcast. Your mother’s bills are covered. And she was moved to the top of the transplant list an hour ago.”
My heart stopped. Then lurched painfully.
“Wh...why would you do that!?” Tears blurred my eyes. “You don’t even know me!”
Wyatt’s expression softened further. Rafe’s smile was small, and almost guilty.
“Ysara,” Wyatt said gently, “we might not know you in person, but…”
Rafe finished for him with a shrug and a faint blush, “We’re your biggest subscribers.”
My jaw dropped. They exchanged a look, then Rafe let out a breath.
“It might be creepy but… we’ve watched everything you post,” he admitted. “When we order your custom content, it’s not for the sex. It’s… you. The way you talk. The way you smile. We care about you.”
Wyatt nodded and, to my absolute horror, both men dropped to their knees.
“Ysara,” Wyatt said softly, “we hope you’ll have us.”
My heart somersaulted straight into my ribcage. Then Darken Vakros, massive, cold, and breathtaking, lowered himself onto one knee as well.
A demon king in a clearing of moonlight.
“I did not expect to find my mate today,” he said, his voice like velvet pulled over steel. “But I am yours if you’ll have me, beautiful.”
I stared at them. Stared some more. Then glared at the walking sex fantasy who’d bitten me.
Kalesh grinned, entirely unbothered. “My heart-track, I already have you.”
“You’re lucky you’re so sexy,” I snapped, “or I would push you off a cliff.”
He shrugged. “I would merely shift into an eagle and fly away.”
I threw my hands up. “Of fucking course you can do that!”
He winked. I inhaled, exhaled, made a sound that was definitely unstable, then muttered, “Okay. Fine. I’ll give this shit a chance.”
All four men brightened.
“But I need a fucking drink,” I added. “And I dunno what’s happening but the temperature just raised a billion degrees...”
Heat slammed through my core like someone had lit a furnace under my skin. Sweat beaded down my spine. My thighs pressed together instinctively. Oh no. OH NO.
The men went rigid at the same exact moment, four predators snapping to attention as my scent perfumed the air.
Darken cursed under his breath, his voice low and urgent. “She’s going into heat.”
“Heat?” I squeaked. “HEAT?!”
“Fuck,” Rafe hissed. “We need to move her now.”
Kalesh inhaled me like a man savoring a prophecy. “Every supernatural within five miles will scent her.”
“Oh WONDERFUL,” I yelled.
Wyatt swore, “We’re out of time.”
Before I could do anything, Rafe scooped me up like a sack of horny potatoes and slung me over his shoulder.
“What the FUCK. PUT ME DOWN!” I shrieked, pounding on his back.
“Can’t,” he grunted, sprinting. “Not fast enough on your own, little witch.”
“LITTLE WITCH?!” I shrieked.
The others followed at supernatural speed, Kalesh gliding like smoke, Darken silent as death, and Wyatt snapping branches with raw strength.
Rafe tossed me into the backseat of their massive SUV. I landed between Darken and Kalesh, both of whom were far too large and far too warm to be near right now. Or maybe exactly right.
My whole body was burning. My breath sawed in and out. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to lessen the pulsing ache that had begun between them.
It didn’t help. At all. Kalesh smirked. “Do not fight it, little witch. Give in to your instincts and we will take care of you.”
“I don’t trust you, you ass hat,” I panted.
Rafe laughed from the front seat. “He’s right, little one. It’s our job as your mates to attend to you in heat.”
“I am NOT in heat!” I snapped, but my voice was embarrassingly breathy.
Wyatt glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes soft with apology, and hunger. “You are, Ysara. And we’re here to help. But… there’s something you should know.”
“No,” I said immediately. “Absolutely not. I don’t want to know.”
“You need to,” Rafe insisted. “Our lycans… they will probably try to knot you.”
I blinked. “I’m sorry...WHAT.”
Wyatt winced but kept going. “It’s not a kink. It’s a biological instinct. When our female is in heat, the lycans knot to ensure pregnancy. Ravelyns can carry lycan pups.”
“Oh LOVELY,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “Fantastic. Amazing. Happy to be here.”
Darken’s voice dropped to a dark rumble beside my ear. “We will not force what you do not choose. But your heat… is powerful. And it will only grow.”
My thighs pressed together again.
Kalesh’s eyes sharpened. “She is close.”
I fanned my face with both hands. “GET ME A FUCKING DRINK!”
The men all groaned...for different reasons entirely.
And that was how my life ended its free fucking trial.
With four supernatural men trying not to devour me while I accidentally went into heat in the backseat of an SUV.
The city lights blurred past the windows as the SUV tore through downtown, but none of it felt real. My skin buzzed. My pulse throbbed in places I didn’t want to acknowledge. Every breath felt like it scraped fire across my ribs.
I wasn’t just hot. I was burning. By the time we pulled into the Wylde & Rafe Tower parking garage, my thighs were trembling, and my whole body had gone pliant and desperate.
Rafe jumped out, opened the back door, and in one smooth motion hauled me into his arms again. I curled against his chest automatically, my body seeking heat and pressure without thinking. He sucked in a breath, but the sound was more like a groan.
“Ysara,” he murmured, his voice strained, “hell. Wait until we get to the room. Damn.”
“I’m TRYING,” I snapped, but it came out breathless. “I don’t know how to… turn this shit off!”
Kalesh strolled behind us like the world’s cockiest predator, reached out, and smacked my ass.
I jolted. “HEY...!”
He grinned, with his eyes glowing. “Why wait? Who cares who sees?”
Wyatt growled so low the concrete vibrated. Darken exhaled like he was losing a battle with himself. Every man made an involuntary noise of pain or desire.
And my body soaked it up like gasoline on a match.
We hurried, well, they hurried, into the elevator. Rafe set me on my feet only because the doors had to close, but the second my heels hit the ground… my knees buckled.
Kalesh caught me instantly. I melted into him like my bones had dissolved. His hands framed my hips, steady and possessive. His lips brushed mine..and something in me snapped like a thread pulled too tight.
I kissed him. Hard. He kissed me back with a hunger that stole the air from the elevator. His fingers slid into my hair. His breath tangled with mine. Every nerve in my body lit up like fireworks. Heat roared low in my belly.
When we broke apart, both of us were panting, I whispered, “Gods. This is better than drugs.”
Rafe made a strangled noise. Wyatt cursed softly. Darken looked like he was calculating every threat within a mile radius just to keep himself from dragging me out of Kalesh’s arms.
“I am so horny,” I admitted shamelessly, because shame evaporated somewhere back in the forest.
“Little witch,” Kalesh murmured, his breath shaking, “you are dangerous.”
I laughed, high, slightly manic, and entirely unfiltered. “Maybe. I feel like a… I dunno, like a vibrating toaster oven.”
Wyatt pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ysara, please stop calling yourself kitchen appliances while we’re barely hanging on.”
I bent over reflexively, pure instinct, and put my hands on my knees, my heat dragging through me like gravity had opinions. Kalesh sucked in a sharp breath behind me.
“Holy… woman,” he muttered, and his voice cracked. “You are a literal succubus of temptation.”
I giggled because everything felt unreal and ridiculous and like I might spontaneously combust. Wyatt growled again. Darken’s hand flexed like he was resisting touching me.
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open.
And we all spilled into the penthouse. It was gorgeous. Even in a haze of need, I noticed everything. The sweeping glass windows overlooked the glittering Denver skyline. The dark wood floors were polished to a shine. The sprawling sectional couch was big enough to sleep six people. The art on the walls, was abstract, expensive, and tastefully chaotic.
The air smelled like cedar, clean linen, and… them. But it was the underlying hum that caught my attention. Magic. Power coiled in the walls like a protective spell. A warded space. A den.
My den?
I shook the thought away as Rafe grabbed my hand, not dragging, just guiding, and led me down the hall. Wyatt followed closely, still tense. Kalesh strolled like he owned the place. Darken lingered behind us, shadowing me with his presence like a second heartbeat.
By the time we reached the back bedroom, I was practically vibrating. Rafe opened the door. And I gasped. It was my room.
Not literally. But… it was my room. My exact kink wall from my OnlyFans videos, every strap, every color of rope, every toy. And an entire wall of outfits. Lace. Leather. Cosplay. The exact ones I owned.
My mouth fell open.
“You...how...?”
Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, and his cheeks were golden-pink. “We, uh… bought everything from your links. And custom-ordered the pieces you said you wanted someday. We weren’t sure what you would prefer in person.”
Wyatt looked almost shy. “You’re… hard to shop for. But we tried.”
Something about these two enormous, lethal, supernatural men standing awkwardly in front of a wall of kink like they were presenting a science fair project BROKE me.
I purred. Actually purred.
“This,” I said slowly, smiling as heat pulsed through me, “may actually be fun.”
Kalesh laughed, delighted, victorious, and hungry. Darken exhaled silently, like my pleasure steadied something inside him. Wyatt leaned against the doorframe, and his eyes went molten silver. “Ysara… sweetheart… please pick something quickly.”
“Why?” I teased, stepping backward toward the wall.
Rafe made a low sound. “Because we are seconds away from losing control, and you deserve to choose how this starts.”
The honesty in his voice hit me harder than the heat. I swallowed. Gods. This was happening. This was all happening. I turned toward the wall of outfits, my fingertips brushing silks and satins and leather straps, feeling four pairs of eyes burning into my back.
My need spiraled up again, tenfold, making my knees weak, my breath catch, and my skin flush.
“I may actually enjoy this,” I said softly.
The air behind me vibrated with masculine reactions.
Four different hunger filled breaths. Four different heartbeats syncing toward mine. Four different instincts coiling around me.
My heat pulsed again.....