Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (18 page)

“Hold on,
Saoi
.” He tested the name out on his tongue. It felt good to say it. Finally. “Can’t wait to say that buried inside you.”

“Salvatore!”

Found it
. Salvatore drew his hand back triumphantly, a small pocketknife clutched in his fist. He tossed off his shirt and dove back into the bed beside his love.

“What is going on, Salvatore?” Destin demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked adorable laying there with that scowl on his face. Salvatore didn’t answer. Instead, he flipped open the knife and made a quick slice on his bare chest. Destin eyes widened comically.

“What the hell are you doing? Lord and Lady, Salvatore!” He pressed his hand against the wound to stop the trickle of blood. “What did you do that for?”

“
Wherever you go. So go I. Two stars met in the sun. Forward and backward time does fly. Together ’til kingdom come
.” Salvatore spoke the words in his native tongue. “It’s part of a binding ritual. Something my father did with my mother. Something I want to share with you. Take a sip of my blood.” Destin’s expression was uncertain, but he leaned forward and lapped at the cut. His nose wrinkled as the copper taste hit his tongue. Salvatore handed the knife to his lover. Destin didn’t question it. Instead, he tossed away his own shirt and mimicked Salvatore’s cut, wincing at the slight pain involved.

“Now repeat after me,” Salvatore encouraged. “Wherever you go. So go I.”

“Wherever you go. So go I,” Destin murmured obediently.

“Two stars met in the sun.”

The rest of the spell was spoken and repeated in quick succession. It wasn’t long before Salvatore felt the unbreakable cords of their souls weave together. Now they were forever linked. Just as he was linked to his Ravyns.

“What in the world is that?” Destin gasped.

“That is my loyalty to you for the rest of time. I can never betray you. That spell ties me to you as much as these rings do.” He motioned to the matching silver rings that they wore around their ring fingers. “Probably more so. At least magickally speaking.” Destin’s eyes darkened with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Salvatore,” the Fae King demanded. Salvatore raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe I ever fuck you, Saoi.” He ran his pointer finger down Destin’s cheek. “What is the magick phrase?”

Destin sighed and rolled his eyes, but they were practically dancing with love. “Make love to me, Salvatore.”

“Your wish is my command, my King.” Salvatore smirked.

They spent endless minutes kissing, savoring the soft touch before the storm truly began. Salvatore took his time exploring the recesses of his lover’s mouth. His tongue stroked and caressed his partner’s, mimicking the act of sex in a way that was as old as time itself. He never got tired of touching his Destiny. Every time it was something new. Every time, no matter how many times they’d performed a certain act, felt like the first.

Salvatore’s back itched with the urge to let his wings free. More and more often lately his other self was taking a more active role in his life, demanding participation. The power welled up within him in heady, intoxicating splendor. Destin gasped as it hit him.

“Dragon boy, quit teasing,” the Fae King griped. His hands on Salvatore’s shoulders were digging into the flesh just above his wings. “Let it out. Let it all out with me, Salvatore.” As if by his command alone, Salvatore’s wings sprang to full form at his back. They stretched out, partially blocking the light from the numerous lamps that had been lit for their pleasure. The fae part of the Demon Prince gave a sigh of contentment. It liked being free.

One day he wanted to make love to his King in flight. He wasn’t strong enough yet, but soon he would take his lover into the sky and fuck him until he couldn’t walk when they landed. For now he contented himself with making sure Destiny felt him when he left the room and for several hours after.

“You’re fantasizing again,” Destin teased, setting the edge of his teeth to the place where Salvatore’s neck met his shoulder. The demon hissed in pleasure. He loved when Destin gave him little love bites.

“How do you know?” Salvatore wondered, dragging his mind away from the delicious things Destin was doing with his mouth.

“You get this little”—he bit the tendon on his neck again—“smirk on your face.”

“I do not smirk.”

“You do, too.”

“Do not.”

Destin giggled. “Do, too.”

“I’ll show you a smirk,” Salvatore threatened with a mock growl. He put his big hands to Destin’s ribs and used his slender fingers to tickle him mercilessly. The demon tickled him until his lover was breathless and begging for mercy.

“Do you yield, Saoi?”
Man, that name was lovely.
It was lyrical and rolled around on his tongue in just the right fashion. He loved his husband’s name.
Saoi
.

“To you. Always.” The words were spoken seriously.

“Why does this feel like the first time?” Salvatore whispered as he spread his lover’s taut thighs. Destin bestowed a smile that melted right through all of Salvatore’s resolve to make this last all night. The impatience flared back to life in the next breath.

“Because we’re new to each other,” Destin said cryptically. Salvatore pressed a kiss to Destin’s calf as he draped it over his shoulder.

“What do you mean, love?”

“You’re a husband now. And so am I. It’s different because we’re in this bed as different people.” It was a poetic sentiment. Destin was right. This time was special.

Salvatore pressed his arousal to the tight ring of Destin’s entrance, entering him excruciatingly slow. It was difficult for him to concentrate on anything but the incredible sensation of his Destiny’s body swallowing him down. He panted, pressing forward until his thighs were pressed against Destin’s backside.

“Love being inside you, baby,” Salvatore admitted, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to stave off the powerful emotions and lust that were threatening to carry him away. He reached his hand between his lover’s thighs and found the piercing that looped through his lover’s cock. He tugged on it gently in time with his thrusts, making sure to massage the aching length every time he did. He wanted Destin mindless.

“Love when you fill me up, Salvatore. Love when you fuck me so good.” The sentence ended in a whimper of need. Salvatore knew that the piercing was especially sensitive to his touch and used that to his advantage whenever he possibly could. “S–stop that.” Destin moaned. “Gonna come if you keep that up.”

“Good.”

“Salvatore!” Destin yelped. Salvatore’s hand slipped lower so that he could fondle his lover’s sac as he angled his hips to drive into the pleasure spot inside Destin’s tight ass. His lover cried out with every thrust. Sweat trailed down Salvatore’s spine as his own breathing increased.

“Saoi. My Saoi. My love. My King.” The words were a guttural claiming. An admission of love. Destin convulsed in his arms, his cock jerking and bathing Salvatore’s hand in the sticky proof of his pleasure. The Demon Prince groaned at the sight, increasing his pace until the bed was rocking with the force of his hips. Destin’s tight sheath was milking him, tightening around his prick until he was as mindless as an animal in rut.

“Oh yes. That’s it, baby. Fuck my tight ass, dragon boy.” Destin gasped, arching his back to give Salvatore a lovely display of his muscled physique. The way Destin’s body tightened as he arched was enough to send Salvatore soaring. His orgasm hit him like a freight train. A flash of white light erupted behind his eyelids as his body gave forth his fluids in mighty gushes, flooding the cavern of his companion with every surge.

His limbs were trembling when he pulled back from his Destiny. He managed to roll to the side before he quickly tugged the Fae King into his arms. He kissed Destin’s sweaty temple.

“You’re amazing. You know this?” Salvatore purred. His lover made a happy noise of contentment and closed his eyes. Salvatore laughed. “What? No pillow talk?”

“Shut up, Salvatore. I’m trying to remember how to breathe. I’ll talk in a minute,” Destin grumped. Salvatore just smiled. He was where he belonged, in the arms of his Faery King.

* * * *

He didn’t know how long they slept, but when he woke it was in the familiar space of his bedroom back on Earth. He inhaled the scent of the sheets and rolled over, seeking his lover in the wide expanse of his bed. He was alone. The Demon Prince spat curses to the ceiling, his heart constricting impossibly. Destiny had left him. Again.

Chapter Sixteen

The bond flickered to life at the same time Salvatore woke. He felt his Ravyns come awake as their connection flared to glorious golden life. They sat up in their beds, gasping. Salvatore didn’t care. Tears ran down his face and a hole formed in his heart. The loss of his partner in his soul felt like someone had shot the most tender parts of him full of nails.

He couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Destin had left him again. Worse. He had banished him from Underhill and any connection that linked them. Hadn’t he said he loved him? Hadn’t Destin given him his full name, finally? Didn’t it mean anything? He twisted the wedding band on his finger, the last and only reminder of what had taken place hours before.

The door banged open with enough force to unhinge it on one side as it hit the wall. Salvatore didn’t even glance up.

“My Prince!” Tony cried, flinging himself into bed beside the sobbing monarch. He was the first one there, but soon his beloved Ravyns were all piled on top of him like a bundle full of anxious puppies. Sometimes he forgot how old they really were.

“Salvatore.” Ally was crying, too, running his hands over Salvatore’s face over and over again.

“We thought you were dead,” Dageus added, burying his face in Salvatore’s side and inhaling his scent deeply.

“We hoped you weren’t, but even the letters weren’t enough. We thought that maybe that guy was playing some sort of trick on us.” Druas choked out the words.

“Don’t ever, ever, ever,
ever
do that to us again, my Prince,” Germany admonished, weeping softly.

Salvatore took comfort from their combined embrace, unwilling to relinquish it for even a minute. He was hollow inside like he’d never felt before.

“My Prince, what’s wrong?” Tony wondered, kissing Salvatore’s tear-stained cheek. “Did he hurt you?”

“He’s a dead fucking Tinkerbell if he did!” Ally growled. The others quickly agreed.

“Stop,” Salvatore said tiredly. “He didn’t hurt me. Not physically. I just—” He couldn’t finish the sentence. He swallowed hard. “Tonight was our—” He started crying again before cursing and shaking his head. He was not going to sit here in bed with his men, bawling his eyes out over Destin leaving him. Again. He was going to be productive. Find a way to talk to him. Talk some sense into him. Something. He couldn’t just sit here and do nothing.

“What’s with the flowers in your hair, Salvatore?” Druas wondered.

Which just made him start crying all over again. He touched the blossoms in his hair as well as the crown he hadn’t bothered to take off. All those symbols meant nothing. All the love and energy he’d poured into their courtship and marriage meant nothing. He’d been left. Probably for another stupid-ass reason. What was it this time? Did he make Destin love him too much? Was the commitment too great? What the hell was his partner’s problem
now
?

“Whoa,” Ally added his voice to the mix. “Check out the bling underneath the blossoms. Nice. Is that platinum?” Dageus reached over and popped him in the arm with his fist, shooting a meaningful glance at Salvatore.

“It’s fine, Dageus. Truly. I’m fine. Or I will be. After I get some sleep and come up with a plan,” Salvatore reassured automatically. His Ravyns always worried about him. They had never left him. Never abandoned him. Not once. Even if this thing between himself and his Destiny was over he had them. That gave him a small comfort. The oddly out-of-rhythm beat of his heart disagreed.