Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Jana Downs

  “You guys sound like my Ravyns.” He chuckled. “They’d do anything for me to be happy, too.” Hell, they’d followed me across the universes. As matter of fact, they did follow me across some of them, he added privately in his own mind. His heart ached. He missed them a lot. It was so different going from being always watched to being left to your own devices without question.

  Mar and Quis glanced at one another and then back at Salvatore.

  “Ravens?” Quis asked. “You speak to them?”

  Salvatore hesitated. Crap. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Uh, yeah. Sort of.”

  “Mmm,” Mar said. “We have ravens in our lore but they never speak to anyone but our legendary heroes.” They were both looking at him strangely.

  “I, uh, well, I suppose that sounds odd,” Salvatore offered. Mar and Quis just looked at one another and shrugged. Whew. At least they were letting the subject drop.

  “You, my soon-to-be King-Consort, are an odd one,” Quis muttered. Louder he said, “Go nap in your chambers, and we’ll bring you some food before you’re supposed to leave for your Destiny’s bed. We’ll also bring you some bottled emotions. They’re not as good as fresh, and it will only last about fifteen minutes, so get him in the sack soon after you take it.” Quis pushed him down yet another hall, and lo and behold they were back at his bedroom.

  Salvatore all but collapsed onto his bedspread, not even bothering to cover himself up. His other self gave a self-satisfied purr of contentment. Destiny would be theirs soon.

  * * * *

  Destin finally managed to pull himself together after endless minutes of feeling sorry for himself. The last of the hiccups left him in an exhausted heap. He could pop over to the other side and get a quick feed at the bar, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it back on time and still have enough time to get a good enough snack. He just couldn’t summon any of his usual courtiers to feed him. They would know about Salvatore and his confrontation, and he just didn’t want any questions.

  He glanced down at his spiked wristwatch that he’d forgotten to take off. On Earth it was nearly 2:00 a.m. Underhill time showed 4:00 p.m. It was nearly time for last meal. He wasn’t hungry, but he needed to eat. Salvatore would need him at his peak condition because, although he may be ahead of the game when it came to almost everything else, a newly transitioned male would need sex like he needed to eat. Destin knew he tasted great, so he didn’t expect Salvatore to be able to restrain himself.

  Almost as soon as he had the thought, four palace servants came walking through his door carrying trays of food and beverages for him to enjoy. He sighed gratefully and motioned for them to set it on his desk. He rolled off his bed and slid through the hanging chains. The servants disappeared, and then he was left blissfully alone again.

  His meal was his favorite, smoked lamb with an assortment of vegetables smothered in a sweet sauce the chef made out of some sort of broth. The household was showing that they approved of his joining with Salvatore. He ate in silence, pondering the implications of that. Salvatore must’ve made quite an impression on everyone in his two weeks away. He chewed. It was delicious as always.

  When he was done, a quick glance at his clock showed him that his time for reflection and avoidance was running out. He casually stripped off his clothing and asked his shadows to wait on the balcony until they were finished. He needed to prepare himself. Salvatore would be here in less than fifteen minutes.

  * * * *

  Salvatore drained the vial that Mar handed him in front of the door to Destin’s room. He had the shakes by the time he drained the last drop of liquid from the bottle. He’d waited longer than he’d ever waited before.

  “You’re sure this will keep me good until we do the deed?” Salvatore asked, adjusting his belt so that his pants stayed up. He’d donned an easier-to-remove pair a few moments ago. The tight pants were good eye candy, but they were a bitch to take off. It was like squeezing a sausage out of a casing.

  Mar nodded and waved him toward the door. “So long as you don’t talk it to death beforehand. Keep your courage up. He needs your strength right now.” Salvatore nodded. He knew this.

  “Thanks, Mar. I’ll see you later,” he said in dismissal. The fae made himself gone, and Salvatore stared at the door. This was it. He took a deep breath and knocked three times.

  As Salvatore walked into the room he noticed two things. First, that Destin was not greeting him, and second, that he was already sprawled out naked on the bed. Salvatore whistled low. He hadn’t expected him to get right to the point. The demon had expected at least some argument, some speech to convince him not to take Destin in every delicious way he’d imagined. He had not expected Destin to be fingering his ass behind the curtain of chains, stretching his tight entrance to admit Salvatore. It was the most beautiful sight Salvatore had ever seen.

  “Hi.” He breathed the word. He sounded breathless and brain-dead, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed the chains aside so that he stood with an unimpeded view of Destin. The man was lying on his stomach with his hips curved up toward the ceiling while one hand pressed two fingers in a steady rhythm in and out of his tight channel. He must’ve been doing it for a little while now because the tight sac that hung underneath his clenching hole was tight with need.

  “Hi.” The Faery King groaned. “I’m pretty much good to go. Get it over with.” He withdrew his fingers reluctantly and waved his hand toward the spot Salvatore was standing. “Lube is by your left knee.”

  Salvatore frowned. So that was his game. He was trying to make this encounter as impersonal as every other sexual encounter that the demon had had since coming here. It was not going to happen. Salvatore’s other self growled at the gall of the other man trying to manipulate him like that. Did he honestly think his control over his instincts was still so poor? Destiny was about to learn how very good his control really was.

  Salvatore climbed onto the bed and took Destin’s hips in his hands, pressing his clothed cock against his buttocks. “We are playing this game my way, Destiny. You are not going to get to say what I do or when I do it.” Destin whimpered at the contact and pressed back against Salvatore’s hard bulge. Salvatore gripped his hips tighter to stop the movement. “We’re not fucking, Destin. We’re not even having sex.” The King frowned and glared over his shoulder at the Demon Prince.

  “Then what the hell is the point of all this?” he demanded. Salavatore turned him over, and Destin went willingly. Salvatore stroked a hand down his chest, tweaking the pierced nipples, which caused Destin to gasp and arch into his touch. He played with the muscles of Destin’s abdomen, tracing each separate curve and hollow as if trying to memorize the playground of his body.

  “We’re going to make love,” Salvatore answered after another few minutes of playing with him. This made Destin whimper and roll away.

  “That wasn’t part of the deal,” Destin snapped, turning his head away from Salvatore and scrambling across the bed.

  “There is no deal,” Salvatore said, grabbing Destin and pulling him back against him. He turned him into his chest and forced him to look into his eyes. “It’s just you and me. This isn’t about coercion or manipulation. This is about my feelings for you and your feelings for me. Responsibilities, obligations, and former hurts be damned. For one night give me all of you and let me do the same. Since one night is all you’re going to allow, I won’t accept you half-assing this.” His voice was immoveable.

  Destin considered him, his hands unconsciously stroking the skin of Salvatore’s hips that were inches from his fingertips. When Salvatore’s eyes flicked down to take in the movement Destin snatched his hands back like he’d been burned. “I…Salvatore, this isn’t…we shouldn’t.” His eyes zeroed in on Salvatore’s lips. He felt the draw as much as Salvatore did.

  “Stop thinking so much, Destin. Just feel.” Salvatore lowered his mouth to his, and Destiny knew he was lost as soon as their lips touched.

  Salvatore kissed him slowly, s
avoring the taste of his lover’s mouth. This time no one would stop the kiss with the end of a sword blade. This time was theirs. His other self growled with satisfaction. They finally had him in their arms, and as far as he was concerned, they were never letting him go.

  He lapped the seam of Destin’s lips, teasing those delicious puckers open with gentle seduction. Salvatore nearly crowed with satisfaction as Destin’s arms crept fully around his waist to bring their bodies flush together. He could taste the fear and lust on the air as if it were a physical musk that he wore just for him.

  “Hmmm so good.” The hunger inside him rose to meet the flavor and roll it around in his mouth as he rolled Destin’s tongue with his own. The Faery King sighed in surrender and leaned more into Salvatore’s body where he knelt on the bed.

  With extraordinary care, Salvatore pressed his love backward until they were lying prone against the black-and-neon comforter. He drew back for a moment to look at his Destiny as he lay there. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes extraordinarily bright as he met his gaze.

  “You’re beautiful,” Salvatore complimented, leaning in to kiss those perfect lips again. Something shifted in Destin’s eyes, but Salvatore was too enraptured by his lips to care. “I could kiss you all night.”

  The Fae King chuckled at that. “That would be an awfully big waste of a whole night considering it is just the one.”

  “Agreed.” Salvatore started kissing his cheeks, his ears, his neck. He scattered those warm, wet touches across his lover, making a trail, but touching nothing else. Destin sighed, the sound blissful.

  “I like the new look. Was I the inspiration?” He ran his hands through Salvatore’s new, shorter locks as his head traveled from place to place across his skin. He could see the glint of metal from his nipple rings as the hoops caught the light and shuddered. He loved a man with piercings.

  “Just showing you that I can be what you need,” Salvatore offered. He delivered a particularly sharp nip to Destin’s collarbone, making him jump. He didn’t add that it felt more than comfortable to make the change. For centuries he’d felt trapped in his own body. He never cut his hair, never was anything but appropriately dressed, and never acted on his own impulses. Now he felt free, like the man his father had raised him to be. He was tired of running and tired of living a half life. Oddly enough, it took the punk look and one stubborn Faery King to make him realize it.

  “You’re exactly what I need, Salvatore,” Destin breathed, arching against his seeking mouth as it licked the line of his pectoral muscles.

  “Sensitive?” Salvatore rumbled. Destin nodded, panting a little.

  “Yeah.” Salvatore filed that away for future reference. He was going to enjoy finding all of his lover’s sweet spots.

  “Need you, Salvatore,” Destin repeated with a gasp. If Destin understood the depth of his confession, Salvatore felt he probably wouldn’t have made it, but he rejoiced just the same. Destin cared and cared deeply. He’d known back on Earth that they were going to end up here. Salvatore couldn’t have been happier in that moment.

  His mouth descended on the hard, pointed nipple on the right. It was the perfect shade of berry against Destin’s tanned flesh, and Salvatore groaned at the first firm lick. The fae went nuts, becoming a writhing bunch of arms and legs, arching and pressing and encouraging him to touch, touch more. Touch harder. Just touch! Hmmm…these things are going to be fun to play with. Destin’s cock was jumping with each lick and nip.

  Experimentally, Salvatore grabbed the one opposite to the one he was giving attention to and gave a tug. Destin gasped and nearly came off the bed at that. Salvatore growled happily and switched nipples, turning his oral attentions to the one he’d just tugged, while running his other hand to the other still-damp one and tugging on the ring. Destin responded like a wildcat.

  “Oh! You bastard! Just like that. Oh. Oh. Oh. Lord and Lady, that feels…Ah!” The Fae King all but shouted at Salvatore. The demon hid his laugh with a sharp nip and a tug on the ring with his teeth. His lover’s cursing seemed like love talk to him, and it was adorable.

  “Like this?” Salvatore asked in mock innocence. He gave the nipple he’d been tormenting a strong suction as he twisted the other until it was almost painful. Destin shuddered and cried out.

  “Please! Salvatore, you asshole! Fuck me!” Destin demanded. “Can’t take anymore.” His eyes were rolling into the back of his head at this point, and Salvatore hadn’t even touched the primary source of his arousal.

  “Tsk tsk. We’re not fucking, Destiny.” He continued his wet trail down the plains of Destin’s taut stomach, paying special attention to the navel he found there. His lover giggled and as he nuzzled the area.

  “Salvatore,” Destin murmured breathlessly. “You’re really not playing fair.” Salvatore chuckled.

  “I’m not playing at all.” He slid the rest of the way down Destin’s body and took his arousal to the back of his throat in one long suck. Slightly clawed hands wound themselves in Salvatore’s hair, and the cursing began again.

  “Holy Lord and Lady! Where the hell did you learn that? Oh shit! Fuck! Damn!” Destin cursed another long stream, and Salvatore wondered if even experienced privateers could keep up with his expletives.

  He concentrated on breathing through his nose and relaxing his throat as Mar and Quis had taught him. Giving a blow job had been the one thing that Salvatore wanted to be absolutely sure his lover would enjoy when he came into his bed. He bobbed his head up and down Destin’s now-slick length, tightening and relaxing his throat muscles as he’d been instructed. Destin seemed to be really enjoying it. A steady stream of pre-cum was issuing from the tip of his slit in regular intervals, and Salvatore savored the salty taste as it smeared across his tongue with every plunge and retreat of his head.

  “Salvatore!” Destin warned. “I can’t take much more. I…it’s been a while. Please. Finish me, inside.”

  Salvatore drew off his length for a second. “Come down my throat,” he commanded. “You’ll come with me buried inside you soon enough.” Destin shouted at the words, his cock jerking. Salvatore had just enough time to sink back down his long shaft before the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat. Destin fucked his mouth, panting and murmuring praises as he spent himself in Salvatore’s willing mouth. His orgasm continued, surging over and over again for at least five minutes straight.

  The Fae King collapsed back against the comforter at long last. “That was…the longest…orgasm…of my…life,” he panted. He still wasn’t soft as Salvatore drew off of him with a popping sound, breaking the suction. He shuddered as another bolt of pleasure went through him. “What are you doing?”

  Salvatore smirked. “Nothing, lover.” Salvatore drew back his power to give Destin a rest from the pleasure but still kept him rock hard and ready for more. Before the sun rose his Destiny would know without a shadow of a doubt exactly what he’d be missing if he continued to stay away from him. He’d use whatever tools he had in his growing arsenal to keep Destin by his side.

  He glided up his lover’s body and gave him a deep kiss which Destin returned eagerly. He knew that Destin could taste his own spend on his tongue and knew it would only ratchet up the intensity of their lovemaking.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?” Destin asked against his lips.

  “If you ask the right way, I might,” Salvatore said easily. His body was throbbing to bend Destin over and do just that, hours at a time as matter of fact, but he restrained himself. The time for desperate loving would come later. Right now he needed to show Destin that he wasn’t like any other guy he’d ever been with. He wanted to be his Consort, his official lover, and that meant he’d have to be a cut above the rest.

  “Make love to me?” Destin asked almost shyly. He’d obviously never spoken those words before to anyone. He may have fucked. He may have had sex. He may have played. But he’d never made love. Salvatore would be a first in that regard. Salvatore gave him a kiss that was as sweet
as sin in gratitude for the gift that Destin was unwittingly giving him.

  “Yes, my Destiny. I will make love to you.” Salvatore kissed his lips again, just as sweetly. Their tongues tangled in a lazy, sensual movement that was designed to make Destin breathless. Salvatore cupped the back of one of Destin’s legs and put it over his shoulder, opening his body up to his pleasure. With the other hand he grabbed the lubrication and squeezed a generous amount on the thick head of his cock. Destin may have prepared himself and gone through a good, long orgasm, but Salvatore was still a descendant of dragons and as such was very well endowed if he did say so himself. He leaned forward and kissed his lips.

  “Ready for me, baby?” Salvatore asked. Deep crimson eyes clashed with deep chocolate brown. Destin had to look away. The intensity of Salvatore’s emotions left him feeling raw.

  “Yes, please. I’m yours, Salvatore. Finally yours.” It was the closest Destin had come to admitting his feelings. Salvatore’s heart expanded impossibly. He took himself in hand and slowly began the long press inside his lover.

  The tight perineum tightened at first around the foreign invader, but the lubrication aided the transition. Destin took a breath to calm, allowing Salvatore to slide another inch of hard cock into his tight and recently unused passage.

  “Tight,” Salvatore murmured, gritting his teeth. The way Destin’s body was hugging him was making it difficult to concentrate on going as slow as he needed to.

  “It’s been a while,” Destin admitted, taking a deep breath in an effort to loosen up. “I switch. I like top and bottom but…” He paused as Salvatore slid in another half an inch. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on bottom. Terren did me once or twice but…he preferred bottom.” It was the first real mention Destin had ever made about Terren and Salvatore was thankful that he would share it with him in this intimate moment.

  “I’ll take care of you, Destin,” Salvatore promised, his hips jerking forward a little more. Destin panted as Salvatore struggled to get the last two inches of arousal stuffed into his tight hole.