Novels by Raven Jayj

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ElaraDraven angled his cock just at the entrance of my pussy as rubbed it up and down slowly, his breathing deepening like mine. I was getting closer again, the knot deep inside of me trying to unravel.He brought his tip to my opening and pushed in a bit. I clenched at the intrusion. Draven groaned, licking his thumbs and pressing it down on my clit, drawing circles as he began to thrust into me with gentle thrusts.“God, you’re so tight, little wolf,” he said, grunting as his pace increased, sinking his cock more into my pussy. He was halfway in and pushed deeper with every new thrust until he finally filled me completely. So, I grabbed his firm ass and flexed it with every thrust. “Fuck…fuck…baby…” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips and shaft stretching me wide. “Oh, too good.”The feel of Draven, his hips parting me for him, his abs tensing and the harsh lust on his gorgeous face made my body exploded with electricity and fireworks that couldn’t be described, blood pound

ElaraDraven didn’t stop until we got to his master bedroom. Then I noticed the change, the vibe of the room was different—all my belongings were in place—my dresses hung alongside his. My little knife alongside the board his weapons were. My books stacked beside his maps. Even the small things—my brushes, my oils—were arranged like they’d always belonged there.Like I had always belonged here.My chest tightened slightly, “It’s perfect,” I said, quietly.“I had it done like this. Do you like it?" Draven replied.I turned to look at him. He hadn’t moved closer yet. So I moved closer to him. His focus on me unrelenting remained focused.“It fits,” I added, softer now. “Just… right.”Silence stretched for a second. Then, he said, “You walked up to Aerin.”There it was.I crossed my arms slightly, raising a brow. “And you entertained half the women in that hall.”His jaw ticked, “So, you saw…That was different.”I smirked, “Of course it was.”His eyes narrowed slightly, “You were trying

Elara"I’m not wearing this,” I squealed. “Yes, you definitely are,” Elysia said. “Draven might start a war if he sees me in this.”Elysia stepped back, folding her arms, and giving me a slow once-over like an artist admiring her work, “That,” she said, smirking, “is exactly the point.”I turned toward the mirror again and even I…had to pause. The outfit was bold. Not overly revealing but Maris crafted it in a way to suggest more than it showed.“This was your idea. I know I shouldn’t have let you design an outfit for me.”Elysia rolls her eyes, “It’s beautiful.”That she was right…it is a beautiful gown—a fitted midnight-black gown that hugged my frame and shimmered faintly. The left side, a slit high enough to that it exposed my thigh with every step, the other structured with sharp, elegant lines that screamed authority.The neckline dipped and the sheer sleeves wrapped around my arms threaded with faint silver detailing that caught the light every time I moved around. “At this

Elara“No… no, no, no—”My hands trembled over Lior’s tiny chest, my breath coming too fast, too sharp. I tried the spell again softer this time, then stronger, then much stronger but nothing changed.No flutter. No cry. He lay still in Elysia's hands. I could only tell he was alive because of how deeply his small chest rose and fell.“He should be waking up,” I whispered again, panic rising like a tide I couldn’t stop. “He should—Draven, he should be waking up…”“He’s breathing,” Draven said, though his voice carried something strained, something tight. “So, he’s alive.”“But he’s not waking!” I snapped. My eyes danced with fear as I looked at him desperately. “This isn’t normal. A sleep spell this deep—if it lingers too long, it could—”It could kill him but I couldn’t say it. I wouldn’t say it because it would feel too real. Fear clawed up my throat. “Isn’t there any way we can break the spell?" Elysia asked. “My mother,” I said quickly, pushing to my feet. “She’ll—She’ll know w

Draven The first thing I saw after the vines snapped back in place was her on the ground. It didn’t seem like she was moving. My chest locked.“Elara,” I don’t remember crossing the distance. One second I was barely standing—the next I was on my knees beside her, hands already on her face, shaking, searching.“Elara—” I called again. Her chest rose, faintly but it was there. Air slammed back into my lungs as relief hit me so hard it almost dropped me.“Hey… hey—” my voice came rough, breaking despite everything I tried to hold in. “Stay with me, little wolf.”Her lashes slowly fluttered, then her eyes opened. And for a moment, the world was silent. “Hi…” she whispered, barely there.“Hi,” I whispered back.“You’re here,” she said, raising her shaking hands to touch my face.Always.I didn’t say it. I didn’t need to. I slid an arm behind her back, pulling her up carefully. Every movement sent pain ripping through my side, my ribs screaming in protest—but I ignored it. It didn’t matte