Starfish Position Raven Method Novels & Stories

— he said and I ran there. A violent thud occurred in the pit of my stomach as I advanced into the small room and saw Raven lying on the bed, apparently unconscious, naked from the waist down, with her eyes closed and her dark hair spread haphazardly over the sheets. My eyes automatically searched for traces of blood, or something that would indicate a miscarriage, and even if there was nothing, I didn't dare to rule it out. Not yet. Distressed, I sat down beside her and checked her pulse; it was slow, but still there. I tried to wake her, calling her name, shaking her gently, but nothing, she was unconscious, most likely sedated.

Raven's eyes sweep over me, slow and appraising, before their lips curl into a knowing smile. "Oh, honey," they purr, clapping their hands together. "This is going to be fun." Raven practically vibrates with excitement, their eyes sweeping over me like I'm a couture gown they can't wait to tailor. Neon lights reflect off their sequined jumpsuit, throwing glimmers of purple and silver across their dark skin. I shift under their gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of how ordinary I must look compared to the dazzling explosion of colour around me. But Raven doesn't seem to mind. They take a step closer, eyes glinting.

Yna didn’t belong here. Not officially. But history had a way of leaving fingerprints on the wrong people. Raven zoomed in slightly. The moment Yna looked at her phone. The pause. The shift in posture not fear, not surprise. Recognition. “She felt it,” Raven murmured. That made Yna a variable. Variables were inconvenient. They were also useful. Raven stood and crossed the room, retrieving her jacket from the back of the chair. As she slid it on, her mind moved several steps ahead.

The trip to Site Thirteen took six days, most of them over ocean, skimming low in our scout flier to avoid the fragmented orbital grids that still blinked and sparked with old defense routines. Raven flew with precision born of muscle memory and caution, her fingers always brushing the nav-console like it might snap out of existence if she let go. Kira slept through most of it. Not from exhaustion exactly, but something quieter. Like her mind was focused somewhere else—communing with frequencies none of us could hear. She’d scribble sometimes in her journal, diagrams that looked less like drawings and more like equations written in a forgotten geometry.

She looked at me first, then at the four guys crowded around my bed. Ethan stood closest, arms crossed, jaw locked. Luca leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his eyes never left me. Dante sat on the plastic chair, elbows on his knees with clenched fists. Eli hovered by the window, fingers tapping fast against his thigh. “We have the final test results,” Doctor Harris said. “Raven’s body is rejecting the multiple bonds. Four alpha bonds on one omega is unheard of. Her system can’t handle the strain.”

Oliver peeked over his shoulder, but looked back, “Is there anything I can do to help?” “I could use a shirt, so I’m able to finish my shift,” responded Raven, finally finding another shirt in the locker, but it was smaller than her last one. She slipped it on, the tightness of the shirt pushed her breasts to nearly spilling out, and there was a small midriff from her skirt. Raven looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror at the end of the room. Maybe she should have started off with this. It shouldn’t be too hard now to get an invite into the VIP room. She also noticed Oliver was still facing away from her.

Raven’s POV It hadn’t been easy getting out of the penthouse. Raven hadn’t even been sure it was going to work. She knew she needed two things: Kade’s isolated index fingerprint and a full capture of his palm print. The first she lifted with scotch tape off the metallic buttons of the intensely elaborate espresso machine. The second she peeled with a sheet of saran wrap off the marble panel that read the palm print itself. A circular maneuver, but it worked. The elevator door opened. And escaped into the humid summer night.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

Raven murmured, praising Gia for effectively solving the problem. Slowly, Gia straddled him, ensuring she could control the pace and intensity. This position was safest for her. Raven couldn’t have been happier. Supporting Gia’s back, he pulled her close, kissing her hungrily. He didn’t leave her neck and shoulders untouched, and every part of her exposed skin felt the heat of his lips. As he adjusted the thin lingerie to access her body, he ensured she was ready for him. “Take me to paradise, Haze," Raven groaned, his voice thick with passion.

Tristan chuckles once more and writes the measurements down on his phone before sending it to Jamie “Is everyone still just roaming around?” Tristan asks and Raven nods her head “What about you? You're not gonna roam around?” Tristan asked again and he went back to his seat “Well I wanted to... But the skirt keeps rising everytime I pull it down” Raven replied and Tristan chokes on air as he heard how it was worded