Slade Ravinger Novels & Stories

Making me a moaning mess. "Rhyker!" I moaned, and I tugged his hair and pushed his head down on my slit, he grabbed my thighs for support, and he hungrily licks them. "Ah, shit!" I breathed heavily and my other hand wander toward my breast as he licked my slit. He lifted his head up and swatted my hand. "Don't fucking do that or I won't continue anymore." He smirked and continued on doing it, I let out sexual sounds as his lips latched on my slit while thrusting his fingers inside me. He slurped my cum and perfectly licked them.

"And what was that? That I wouldn't try to hurt him again? Who are you to dictate what I do? My mom? My woman?" "Your slave," I answered abruptly. Was this the answer he desperately wanted to get? I did nothing wrong to get them to yell at me. "What did you just say?" He asked. "Your slave, master." He said nothing but glared at me. I could feel the heat of his fury. We were standing there when Maxwell came. "Alpha Zeus," he called. "Speak!" The Alpha ordered angrily. "We should go and see the clips now. First Lady has found the guy who stole the bracelet."

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

Slade’s aura vibrating through the heavy silence. Her evil lecherous soon to be step-father. Mia’s entire body stiffened. Ice poured down her spine. Leaving a deadly chill in its place. He stood at the top of the grand staircase like some ancient evil god, towering over the gathered elite, wearing a mask of simple black leather with silver etching curling around the edges. But his grin—wolfish, cruel, familiar— it was hiding something. “Friends. Family,” Slade’s voice rang out, thick with amusement and venom, “Tonight we begin the greatest of traditions. Tonight, I pass the crown of the Morino empire.”

She fights me in that place between sleep and awake. “Sloane, it’s okay. It’s alright. It’s me, Slade, your mate. I got you. You’re safe. The rogue will never touch you again. It’s only a bad dream. You’re safe here with me. I got you. Open your eyes.”

I frowned, whispering, “I didn’t mean to take your chance, but you heard him last night. He told you to leave himself.” “I don’t care, you didn’t try hard enough!” she snapped, shoving me. “Get lost, I’m riding with Alpha today!” I stumbled back. This time, it wasn’t Adam or the soldiers who caught me, but Draven. “Get her out of here,” he ordered, pulling me into the car. Veronica struggled in shock, shouting, “A-Alpha Draven, she’s just a slave in the Dark Fang Pack, not even a maid! She can’t ride with you. I’m the Alpha’s daughter, let me—”

“His name vas Bob. Not Robert. Bob. That vas how he liked it. He vas S.H.A.D.E., of course. Strong. Smart. Good field instincts. But he vas also... emotional. You understand? Sentimental. Vore his heart on his sleeve. “He vas in a triangle. Yah? A love triangle. Two men, one voman. All on the same S.H.A.D.E. squad. Very foolish. Very human. “I vas not there on that mission, but I read the reports. Ve had tracked a cryptid in the Rockies. High-altitude forest. Thin air. Limited visibility. And trees. So many trees. Ve called it the Slitherer. “I do not know vot it really is. Perhaps even the Dirt doesn’t know. It is not from your internet cryptid databases, oh no. This is something older. May

I needed that tiny, pulsing presence, the flesh-and-blood echo of our bond, to keep me rooted in the sanity and hope I’d struggled so long to recover. The wolf’s quiet presence swelled, flooding my mind. I braced for his familiar, reasoned voice, ready for a sober discussion about timing, risk, and the challenges she faced. Instead, Slade laughed. It was a deep-throated roar, rolling, guttural thunder laced with raw male joy, erupting into a full, triumphant howl. It was the loudest, most unrestrained sound I had ever heard from him, full of knowing glee and fertile pride.

“Mrs. Knight is my mother-in-law and she’s dead.” Liana grinned. “My mom is a force of nature.” Margo turned toward her daughter. “Where is your brother? He better not be hiding.” A deep voice came from behind us. “I’m not hiding.” We all turned. Slade stood at the end of the hallway. Barefoot wearing a sweatpants and white T-shirt. Hair mussed from sleep. He looked… human. But his expression? Murderous. Liana opened her arms like she expected him to run into them.