Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (12 page)

“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.

“Want you inside me,” Destin said, starting to shake. “Need you deep. Want to feel you for days afterwards.” The words had Salvatore biting back a snarl of satisfaction. There was nothing more beautiful than Destin’s surrender.

“Like that,” Destin encouraged, scoring Salvatore’s back with his claws. Where the claws had come from, Salvatore had no idea but they felt right digging into his back as their bodies joined. “Come on, baby. All the way. I want all of you.”

“Don’t know if I’ll fit,” Salvatore grunted. As aroused as he was, his base was thicker than normal, and he was terrified of hurting his lover. He was sweating profusely, the liquid making a trail down his spine and down his face. The restraint was admirable but unneeded.

“I won’t break, Salvatore,” Destin said gently, reading his mind. “Forward and back. Shallow thrusts. It’ll help you get there.” He smiled as if he found something amusing despite the depth and breadth of their mutual arousal.

“What?” Salvatore asked.

Destin shook his head. “Nothing. You’re just cute.” Salvatore frowned.

“I’m not cute.”

Destin nodded. “Yes, you are. Beautiful, too, especially when you’re showing me how much you want to please me.” Salvatore rumbled but didn’t reply. There was entirely too much talking going on for lovemaking. He knew his inexperience was showing. Yes, he’d gotten more since coming to Underhill but he still wasn’t entirely used to it.

“I’m sorry,” Salvatore panted, twisting his hips. The swelling on his base had never happened to him before. It was throwing him off. He started moving, obeying the suggestion that his lover had given him.

The plunge and withdrawal had him adjusting in no time until Destin was shuddering with each forward movement and whimpering with each withdrawal.

* * * *

His thickness was filling Destin up in a way that he’d never been filled before and would probably never be filled again. Salvatore meant business about making love because the entire time he was moving, it was a gentle motion with just an edge of lust and his eyes never left Destin. Each thrust nailed his prostate, making his nerves sing.

It wasn’t long before he was cursing again, demanding Salvatore finish him. Release was minutes if not seconds away. “Go faster, you fucking bastard!” Destin growled in frustration, straining toward the peak. “You’re toying with me! Please. Let me come. Fill me up. Please!” His cursing always ended in begging, and Salvatore seemed to like that just fine.

“Love you,” Salvatore murmured, his hips finally snapping a bit faster as his body neared his peak. Destin cried out.

“Yes! Love me! Love me just like this. Love me always. Salvatore!” Cum shot from the tip of his engorged length, splattering against his torso and splashing both their chests. He tossed his head in abandon as he went even higher than he had before. Stars danced behind his vision, and his power, which he normally held tightly in check, ignited the room in a sunburst of light.

* * * *

Salvatore shouted as Destin came apart in his arms, his body demanding its own release. The wings at his back sprang to full form, flapping wildly as his body became nothing but instinct, driving him even harder into his lover’s body. Destin’s power was singing through the Demon Prince’s blood, filling him like no other fae had been filled since transition. His sac drew up almost painfully against his body as Destin’s body milked him for seed. He didn’t have to wait long.

The demon roared his release, his scream ending in an animal sound of pleasure as he and his other self flew toward the heavens. His body jerked once, twice, three times, and then he was pouring himself into Destin’s clenching ass. His orgasm went on and on, shudder after shudder, until Destin’s pert backside was overflowing with Salvatore’s release. He felt something inside him harden and swell, locking him in place.
What the hell is that
?

* * * *

Destin screamed as the swelling increased with Salvatore’s release. The Demon Prince hoped that he wasn’t hurting him because he was helpless to stop it. Another release had Destin’s back bowing and his ass clamping down hard on Salvatore’s pulsing rod which the Prince took as a good sign.

“So good,” Destin whispered as the shudders racked him. “So, so good.”

Salvatore’s whole body was trembling as he tried to pull back and out of his lover. It was no good. He was stuck. His heart began to pound. He didn’t want to hurt Destin, but his cock wouldn’t turn off and pulling out would just hurt him worse. He was still seeping cum into Destin’s flooded passage, and it didn’t feel like it would be stopping anytime soon.

“Don’t panic,” Destin murmured, opening his sleepy eyes and giving him a small half smile. He drew Salvatore’s head down for a kiss, kicking off another pulse inside him. “You’re a dragon, love. Dragons knot with their mates the same way wolves do. It’s just a part of you now.” Salvatore’s other self all but purred in contentment.

He swallowed. “I didn’t do it with any of the others.” What if they never came unstuck? What would happen?

“None of them was the one your dragon wanted. He’s a part of you, but unless you two are in alignment, it won’t happen.” Destin stroked his sweaty back and ran his other hand through Salvatore’s new, shorter locks. “I read up on it when you demanded I watch you through your hunger and transition. You were trying to bond with me even before the hunger hit. That’s unusual, but
this
is to be expected. The knot will start to go down in another ten or fifteen minutes. Until then, just relax. I’m comfortable.”

Salvatore let himself relax a fraction of an inch and leaned his forehead against Destin’s. He felt so complete. This felt so right. “Does this mean we’re bonded now?”

Destin chuckled. “Hardly. It just means that we could. Your dragon is telling you I’m an eligible candidate.”

The only candidate, he and his other self asserted internally.

Chapter Ten

They fell silent for a few minutes, each lost in his own thoughts until at last Salvatore spoke.

“Underhill is a wonderful place,” he said, stroking a hand down Destin’s face. “It’s very peaceful compared to home.” Destin reached up and rubbed his eyes. He was getting sleepy from all the vigorous activities of the moment before. He usually wasn’t awake long enough to pillow talk afterward. Yet, with Salvatore, it felt natural.

“I worked really hard to get it as stable as it is. It’s not easy trying to rule a group of people who feed on the emotions of others, but I was lucky enough to know most of the originals when we came here. Fae are pretty nomadic by nature, but some of us wanted a permanent home like the ones we’d had in ancient times. Underhill was the original kingdom, so back to it we came. More fae came afterward, but in that crucial transitional period, I had close friends and family around me to work out the kinks.”

“I wish…” Salvatore began but then shook his head. “I think I’m soft enough to try and pull out now. That okay?” Destin nodded and bit his lip as Salvatore pulled from his body. It was still a tight fit after fifteen minutes.

“What did you wish?” Destin wondered as Salvatore settled onto his back. The fae couldn’t resist reaching out and plucking at the new silver hoops hanging in Salvatore’s nipples. The demon growled and swatted his hand.

“Don’t start things you and I both know you’re not able to finish,” he chastised with a smile. He looked so right lying in Destin’s bed.

“What did you wish?” Destin repeated. His lover was avoiding personal questions again. Salvatore looked at him pointedly.

“What’s your real name?”

Destin sighed. “So that’s the way of it, eh? Unless I come clean, you don’t tell me anything personal. Like why you have bodyguards? Or why the vampires watch out for you? Or, I don’t know, what you were wishing so hard for after chatting about how peaceful my kingdom was?”

Salvatore shrugged. “It’s fair I think. All I want is your name.”

“A name is a thing of power,” Destin protested. It wasn’t the same thing.

“My past is a thing of power. So we’re even. When you agree to let me be your Consort, we’ll talk deep. Until then, we’re just dating, which means casual conversation.”

“Still on that? Lord and Lady, Salvatore, we can have the occasional roll in the hay, but I will not make you my Consort. It’s official, and it’s supposed to be forever.”

“Exactly why you should give it to me,” Salvatore said. It looked like he was getting as annoyed with the conversation as Destin was getting frustrated. “I want official and forever. I don’t say ‘I love you’ lightly.”

“Please don’t ruin this,” Destin murmured, rolling over onto his stomach. “Let’s just enjoy this time we have together.”

“I’m not trying to ruin anything. I’m just trying to understand why you insist on keeping this distance between us. What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not going to hurt you?” Salvatore demanded.

Tell me your secrets, Destin thought.
Tell me something that gives me power over you, and then maybe I can trust you with my heart. I can’t be vulnerable like this
. He squeezed his eyes shut but couldn’t say any of it aloud. It was too much.

“You said it was dangerous for me on Earth because I hadn’t learned control yet. I’ve learned control now. Take me back there with you. I want you to meet my…” Salvatore searched for the right word. “Well, I guess they’re my family now. I want you to meet my family. Everything about me will make sense then.” It was a switch in tactics but it was still Salvatore trying to get his way and Destin couldn’t give it to him. His lover didn’t understand.

“It’s still too soon for you to go back to Earth,” Destin said with a finality in his tone that didn’t sound like he’d be budging on that stance any time soon. Salvatore growled but didn’t correct him.

“Now I know how Tony feels,” Salvatore muttered half under his breath.
Who the hell was Tony?
Jealousy trickled into Destin’s afterglow and he had to count backwards from ten to gain a semblance of control over it. “Being a subject of a King is shit.” The last bit of that murmured statement was just as puzzling. Was Tony his former King or something? It was annoying not being able to demand answers from Salvatore.

“It’s too soon,” Destin repeated. The Fae King took some of the sting out by leaning over and kissing Salvatore’s cheek. Salvatore’s stony expression didn’t change. “Hey, don’t look so upset. The day will come soon enough. You’re already really strong. And who knows, maybe someday I’ll make you my Consort, but, for now, I’m not comfortable with that. Okay?” He dangled the carrot effectively. Salvatore nodded slowly.

“Okay.” He gave Destin a bone-melting smile. “You want to play a game of chess? I saw one around here earlier.” Destin blinked in surprise. Most fae didn’t have the patience for the game, but he loved it.