Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Heart [Ravyn Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (5 page)

His son’s friend was not what he’d expected. He’d been warned about the arrogant pup. Warned that he was young and daring and reckless. He hadn’t expected Allasandro’s thoughtfulness or the lust he’d seen shimmering in his eyes as they’d spoken of things that Damian had found frankly uncomfortable emotionally. He’d been told that Allasandro had a love for women. All women. Any woman. Any time. Yet when he’d stared into his eyes, he saw a yearning for something that he shouldn’t have desired at all. It puzzled Damian. And nothing puzzled Damian anymore.

Allasandro was a beautiful boy. And just Damian’s type, too. He wasn’t tall and willowy like the dancers in the troupe. He was…firm. God he was firm. The muscles flexed underneath his tight clothes which showcased every muscle he had. His eyes were intense, and Damian found it all too easy to imagine them darkened with passion. His fangs began to elongate at the thought.

Once upon a time Damian would’ve definitely tried to seduce him. The reluctant lust in Allasandro’s eyes made Damian want to be the renowned bad boy he’d been before he’d taken up the mantle of father and family responsibility. He’d been quite the…what was the modern word for it? Player. Yes, he’d been a player. He’d seduced legions of men, and he hadn’t exactly been discriminating about it.

His hands found his cock underneath the sheets and began to work his uncut length expertly. Having had six hundred years of life, Damian had made masturbating an art form. The image that flickered in his mind was pretty Allasandro as he’d sat on the chair watching Damian warble through
Che Gelida Manina
. His golden eyes sparkled as he watched Damian begin to strip off his clothing. Yes. This was what stripping was meant to be.

“
What a frozen little hand, let me warm it for you
,” he sang in Italian as he worked his length.

His fantasy Allasandro grasped the firm flesh of his cock and began to pump, his eyes never leaving Damian’s. He unconsciously licked his lips as if hungering for a taste of the plum head.

Damian moaned. His hand working faster. Damn. He hadn’t been this aroused in a century or more. His son’s friend was going to become his favorite new fantasy toy. He grinned, and his fangs cut into his bottom lip. “You want this, warrior?” he growled tauntingly. He was completely caught up in his fantasy. “You want my hot cock?”

“Please, give it to me, sir. Please.” Allasandro’s voice was pitched low. “I won’t disobey you again. I promise.”

“I don’t reward bad behavior, little slut,” Damian gasped
. He’d ordered the warrior to fight for him. To honor him by winning
tournaments in his name. He’d failed. Lost to another warrior. He needed to be punished.

“Let me pleasure you, sir. Please. I’ll be so good you’ll forget that I was ever bad,” Allasandro pleaded.

“Oh? How are you going to do that?” he wondered with a sadistic grin.

“I’ll be your fool, sir. I’ll suck you ’til you come down my throat. I’ll fuck myself with any toy you choose.” He produced the flesh-colored phallus from beneath the chair. His beautiful golden eyes lowered in submissiveness. “Let me earn your cock, sir.”

Beautiful
. “Show me how much you want it.”

Allasandro used those beautifully muscled arms to plunge the tip of the phallus into that tight muscled warrior’s backside. He groaned and bit into his bottom lip.

“Wish this was your cock, sir,” Allasandro gasped.

“You said you’d earn it. So hush and take it,” Damian replied huskily.
Allasandro groaned again and pushed the phallus deeper, fucking himself on the large plastic length.

“May I…may I suck you, sir?”

“Suck,” Damian commanded.
Allasandro leaned forward, lowering his lashes and lapping the pre-cum off the swollen head. Their eyes met and…

Damian groaned as he shot his load into the tight circle of his fist. His eyes shot wide and a gasp opened his mouth and bared his fangs to the ceiling. Bloodlust blinded him, reminding him that he’d yet to feed. He roared. He wanted Allasandro’s blood. Another shot of seed boiled over his fist. The animal inside growled for release. He wanted the Ravyn in his bed.

* * * *

“Santiago is an asshole,” Allasandro declared, dropping into a chair beside Salvatore. The monarch looked up from his breakfast with a raised eyebrow. He hadn’t yet dressed, and with his red silk robe on, he looked a little like a younger version of Hugh Hefner in Ally’s opinion.

“Why do you say that?” he asked, going back to his plate of eggs Benedict and toast. Gods knew the vampires in Alex’s house knew how to keep a man from going hungry. The cook Alex had hired for the Ravyns was awesome, especially when it came to Prince Salvatore’s meals.

“He just…I don’t know. When Damian was trying to sing, he kept interrupting him and yelling at him for this and that. Nitpicky crap. I mean, it sounded okay to me.” Ally huffed, grabbing a piece of toast off Salvatore’s plate.

“Santiago knows what Damian’s best is. If he isn’t giving his best, of course Santiago is going to get onto him,” Salvatore offered. He sipped his cup of coffee before wincing and blowing across the still-too-hot liquid. “Aren’t you supposed to be working out with Tony and the others?”

“Tony had the others do a tactical run around the property. Alex assigned the vampires to watch you and the house while they’re away, but of course Tony didn’t trust a bunch of Earth vamps to look after our favorite Prince. So…yeah. He left me here.” Ally sat back more firmly against his seat and yawned. Salvatore rolled his eyes but didn’t offer comment. Tony was so overprotective.

“I just don’t see why he was yelling at Damian. I mean, he wasn’t off pitch or anything.” Ally continued his rant against the dictator Santiago.

“Have you ever heard Damian back in the day? His operas used to make me cry. He wasn’t into partners like Alex. He was about solitude and loneliness. It was a longing that took your breath away,” Salvatore said, standing. “If he’s lost his passion, then it won’t sound the same. It’s not about pitch or accuracy. It’s about feeling.”

Allasandro blinked. “Huh?”

Salvatore rolled his eyes. Ally-cat was not known for his depth, but it wasn’t that he couldn’t understand. He just didn’t usually think about things from that perspective. Salvatore often thought it was a ploy by Allasandro to keep from getting close to people. When no one thought he understood, people didn’t try to explain things, and that in turn made Ally exempt from having to interact with people on a serious level.

Salvatore stood back from the table and crossed to the massive entertainment system that the Ravyns had installed for his use. With a press of a button, he brought up an image of Damian dressed sharply in a black T-shirt that held silver glitter in every thread and black dance pants which hugged his form to perfection. White fog curled around his feet, and soft blue light was the only illumination.

“This is Damian from Alex’s play
Redemption
about ten years ago. It was before Damian started dealing with the books instead of the plays. Watch,” Salvatore offered in the way of explanation. He pressed the screen’s play button, and the image started to move. “This song is
Con Te Partiro
. Damian loved the song so much that he got Alex to incorporate it. It’s one of the only non-original pieces in all of Alex’s plays.”

When Damian opened his mouth, he knew that this Damian was different from the one he’d seen perform. The fine hairs on Allasandro’s forearms stood to attention and goose bumps ran up his neck. Damian’s eyes sparkled with something extraordinary. A voice that was so pure that angels were probably falling over themselves to listen to it made Ally shudder. What. The. Hell…

“
Quando sono solo sogno all’orizzonte e mancan le parole
.” Damian’s beautiful voice resonated within the soul and cast a spell of absolute enchantment over the crowd.

“When I’m alone, I dream of the horizon and words fail,” Salvatore translated, sounding as dazed as Ally felt.

“
Si, lo so che non ce’e luce in una stanza quando manca il sole
.
Se non ci sei tu con me
.”

“Yes, I know there is no light in a room where the sun is absent. If you are not with me,” Salvatore echoed.

Tears streaked down Allasandro’s face as he felt the longing in those beautifully delivered words. He got it. Damian was longing for a lover. Longing for love that was gone from this world. His heart shuddered in equal parts pain and adoration. He was sobbing now, watching Damian walk his lonely path across stage. He wanted, yearned, to go to this man and make his endless sorrow end.

“Now do you see what’s missing?” Salvatore whispered, his eyes too filled with tears. “That’s the beauty of the Entertainers. They feel more than the rest of us. Show us the depths that feeling can go.”

“Damian doesn’t…he doesn’t feel like this anymore.” Allasandro hiccupped. “That’s why Santiago is being an ass and why Dageus is worried about him.”

The Demon Prince stroked his hands down Allasandro’s closely cropped hair. “Yes, my Ravyn. That’s why they worry.”

“I’ll make him feel again,” Ally swore. “I’ll make him feel so damn much he’ll explode from it.”

“You can’t make him feel anything, Ally-cat. He isn’t yours to save,” Salvatore whispered. Allasandro’s heart constricted at the thought. He was wrong. He was Damian’s muse now, and he’d be damned if he let Damian fail.

Chapter Seven

Damian had decided to dress casual this evening. Since he wasn’t going to actually get any business done, he figured that he might as well. His old performance pants fit like a glove, molding to his tight ass. A loose black T-shirt completed the ensemble.

“Hey,” Allasandro greeted as he slid through the door. They were in the same studio they’d been in last time. “Sorry I’m late. Had to help Dageus with his outfit. They’re doing dress rehearsal, and he wanted to make sure the new outfit would take Alex throwing him around stage in their fight scene.”

Damian nodded, his eyes unwavering from Ally’s. “Not a problem.” He couldn’t stop thinking about his fantasy from the night before. His fangs ached from the memory. He really needed to feed.

He cleared his throat and went back to flicking through the black binder of sheet music that Santiago had dropped off. It was the new section of the performance that was designed for his voice. It was a complicated piece that would display his range nicely if he could capture it. The digital copy of the music was already installed on the music player just waiting to be played. Some vampires could use the energy of their minds to turn on electrical equipment. Alex was an expert at doing those sorts of things long-distance. Damian wasn’t so talented.

It was then that he noticed that Allasandro was staring at him. “What?” he asked. Was that a blush across Allasandro’s face?

“I watched you. I watched you sing
Con Te Partiro
.” The words were a whisper. Damian was intrigued. He raised his eyebrows in question. The Ravyn swallowed. “I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.” His voice was full of reverence. It twisted a knife of want into Damian’s gut.

“I’m guessing you enjoyed it then?” Damian set aside the black binder and took two steps in Ally’s direction. His eyes were glowing with an inhuman light. Allasandro seemed to realize that something had shifted in Damian and took a step back.

“I was touched,” Allasandro whispered. He touched his hand to his chest over his heart. “You made me feel—”

“What did I make you feel?” Damian growled, using his inhuman speed to bring him within inches of the man he was stalking.

“You made me want—” Allasandro’s eyes met his, and he licked his lips as the difference in their height became painfully obvious.

“What did I make you want?” Damian purred, letting just a hint of his fangs show.

“You make me yearn—”

“What do I make you yearn?” Damian’s big hands came to rest on Allasandro’s hips. This man, this Ravyn, made him feel strong, made him feel alive for some damn reason. Allasandro let out a whimper as Damian’s lips hovered a scant few centimeters above his lips.