Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (15 page)

“No, Destin. I’m ready. Come inside.” Salvatore murmured the words, making the decision that Destin was denying himself. The fae’s control snapped.

He surged up Salvatore’s body, smashing his mouth against Salvatore’s in a kiss. It was brutal. Claiming. Salvatore returned it with equal fervor so that it was a battle of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Perfect
.

Destin’s hands spread Salvatore’s legs wide, positioning his pierced cock against the flexing entrance of the demon’s body. Without preamble, he began to forge his way into his lover’s virginal depths. No other had taken Salvatore this way, and the idea that he was taking something that no one else had claimed gave Destin an odd sense of feral satisfaction.

Salvatore sucked in a breath, and his eyes widened. Destin watched him closely for signs of pain, but there was nothing but pleasure on the Demon Prince’s face. He pressed forward another inch.

“I’m not porcelain!” Salvatore snapped suddenly. “Fuck me.” The command went right to Destin’s dick, and it surged forward on its own accord before he could talk himself out of it. He moaned. Salvatore was tight. So damn tight.

“Gods, that’s it!” Salvatore’s hands crept up to knead Destin’s ass as he worked his length back and forth in sharp, shallow bursts designed to allow for deeper penetration. “Feels good.” The demon panted.

“It’ll feel better in just a second,” Destin promised, angling his hips, searching for the one spot that would send Salvatore soaring. The hands that were kneading his butt cheeks tightened and Salvatore whimpered as Destin scored the tip of his pleasure spot with his piercing.

“What the hell is that?” Salvatore groaned, his eyes wide with wonder. Destin just laughed at his awed expression and kept his hips moving so that with each thrust he was hitting it with his tip. Sweat ran down his spine in a steady stream from his restraint.

Salvatore was absolutely beautiful to watch in the throes of passion. With his long hair gone, every sharp feature of his face was carved in sharp relief. He seemed so much more expressive. The hold on Salvatore’s hips tightened as Destin started imagining them doing this over and over. All the positions they could try. All the ways they could pleasure one another. A true equal. At last.

“You’re going to come for me hard, aren’t you, Salvatore,” Destin declared as the pace and force of his thrusts increased. He felt the familiar tingling sensation at the base of his spine that signaled that he was approaching an orgasm. Salvatore gasped and nodded. His hand crept down to play with his cock as Destin reamed him. The dual sensations would have him going off in no time.

“Never knew it could be this good.” Salvatore grunted as he twisted the tip of his dick with one hand and tweaked his nipple piercings with the other.

“First. Best. Last. Oh definitely your last, dragon boy,” Destin promised. Salvatore whimpered at the possessive note in his voice. Even Destin didn’t know what possessed him to make the pledge. It was a claiming all right. But it went both ways.

“Your last, too, faery boy.” Salvatore growled. He was grinning through the pleasure, pure joy painted on his face.

Then there was no more room for talking as they both lost themselves in the quest to reach the ultimate peak together. Destin’s body was driving into Salvatore with enough force to rock the huge bed so that it banged against the wall with every desperate lunge. The Fae King knew that the piercing added another dimension to their lovemaking. It made an already incredible sensation more intense, and both their eyes were rolling because of it.

Salvatore’s head kicked back, and a sound of pure animal satisfaction left his throat as the hand on his length jerked hard, sticky ropes of pleasure erupting from the tip and splashing their torsos. The sight sent Destin falling over the edge. His toes curled as his balls tightened almost painfully for an instant before sending his cum boiling out of his cock into the spasming depths of Salvatore’s tight ass.

They collapsed together, Destin’s forehead pressed against Salvatore’s cheek. Being with Salvatore was always intense. Acknowledging their connection made it more so. He kissed the demon’s sweaty cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.” Salvatore stretched luxuriously and winced. “Damn. I’m going to be sore.”

“You’re already sore.” Destin forced himself to move to his side table and pulled out a small vial with sky-blue liquid inside. He then went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth which he dipped in a basin of water before coming back out.

“Let me tend you,” Destin murmured quietly, tapping either side of Salvatore’s legs to get him to spread. Salvatore blushed. It was adorable. Destin couldn’t help but smile. “You’re blushing as if you’ve never tended a woman you’ve swived, silly.” Salvatore’s blush deepened.

“Well, I’ve never been on the receiving end of it,” he grumbled. Destin spread Salvatore’s cheeks and washed his opening and thighs of his seed. The Demon Prince stared at the ceiling and breathed deeply, every muscle completely relaxed. It gave Destin happiness to know that his lover trusted him so absolutely. After he’d finished those administrations, he took the vial and coated two of his fingers with it and pressed them against Salvatore’s opening. The demon jumped, and Destin murmured a soothing sound to calm him. Once he was relaxed again, he pressed those fingers inside him, scissoring them open to spread and coat Salvatore’s insides with the liquid.

“What is that?” the demon wondered, staring down the line of his body to watch Destin as he repeated the procedure a few more times. He shivered as the soreness in his body was relieved.

“A special healing serum that some of my physicians came up with years ago. There is a particular tree in Underhill which produces a sap that, when mixed with other ingredients, makes a pretty nice balm. It’s a godsend in situations like these,” Destin supplied, giving one last coat to Salvatore’s insides before wiping off his hands and corking the vial.

A comfortable silence stretched on for indeterminable minutes as Destin crawled back up beside Salvatore and laid his head against the Demon Prince’s chest. Destin toyed with Salvatore’s nipple piercings, lost in thought. He’d never expected to be here. Never expected to like or want someone quite as much as he did Salvatore. What he felt for his former lover paled in comparison to what he felt in the demon’s arms. His mother would say that they were a perfect match. Both royals. Both trapped in their sense of duty. Both dealing with people who had unique challenges. They were very well suited for one another.

“I want you so bad,” Salvatore admitted, his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around the Fae King like he was afraid he’d disappear again. “I don’t just mean sexually, Destin.”

He knew. Lord and Lady, he knew. Salvatore was the most persistent, dogged, and stubborn male Destin had ever known. And he was perfect.

“Be mine then.”

Salvatore’s eyes blinked open, and Destin watched his features take on those of reluctant hope. “How?”

“Be my Consort, you stubborn, conceited demon.” He pressed a kiss to the pectoral muscle under his cheek before swirling his tongue around the hoop that pierced Salvatore’s nipple. “Be mine forever.” Salvatore let out a whoop of victory and dragged Destin up the length of his body to kiss him soundly on the lips.

“No more fighting us?” he asked in between long, drugging kisses.

“No more fighting us,” Destin pledged. He stroked his hands through Salvatore’s short hair. “Hmmm, I really like it cut this way.” The demon grinned against his mouth.

“I aim to please.”

Destin snorted. “You aim to be pleased, demon.” He paused. “Why didn’t you tell me about being a Demon Prince?”

“You wouldn’t even tell me your name.” Salvatore sniffed. “It was privileged information, and we weren’t even dating yet.”

Destin nodded. The reasons made sense. “Salvatore?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Salvatore smoothed his hand down his soft clothing and tried to quell the nervousness in his limbs. He didn’t know why he was nervous. He knew most of the fae adored him. It’d been almost six months since he’d arrived in Underhill by Salvatore’s estimations. Three of those glorious months had been spent loving Destiny with everything he was. Since it was their three-month anniversary tonight, the Fae King had arranged to present Salvatore formally to his Court as his King-Consort, though Salvatore knew most of them already. Since the Consort Contract required them to be intimate for a year, they were backdating it to the first time Destin had acknowledged his love for Salvatore. It was all quite romantic.

Two valets had come in moments before to dress him in formal attire for the event. Salvatore looked at himself in the full-length mirror and grinned. Faery formal attire looked a lot like his casual wear. Loose pants of deep-purple jewel tones, a matching purple vest with turquoise buttons, and soft, supple, brown leather shoes made up the entire ensemble. He hadn’t needed the valets, but they’d given him clothing options so he could choose. In his mind this was tremendously casual, but he supposed when someone lived in the Summer Courts, where clothing was optional year round, being even partially covered was a formal experience.

All of his outfits apparently matched what Destin was wearing, and that was all he really cared about. He was announcing that Salvatore was his official Consort tonight, one step below spouse in Underhill, and it was only appropriate that they matched. It had been the same in Demontia when Salvatore had still had a Court there.

“My lord, we’d forgotten to give you the last piece for your attire.” One of the valets, Lunah, popped back into the room with a black velvet box that was about a foot wide and tall in a square shape. “It is a gift from His Majesty, and he wants you to wear it tonight.” Salvatore nodded and waved a hand of dismissal as he took the box from Lunah’s outstretched hands.

He smiled to himself and caressed the outside for another moment. His lover was so thoughtful. Destin spoiled him absolutely rotten. Everything he mentioned a desire for had somehow shown up in their now-shared room. Salvatore had actually had to start watching what he said so that he wouldn’t appear too greedy for the things that Destin gave him. Though Destin had explained that giving gifts was a faery way of showing deep affection and they tended to go overboard a lot of the time. Still, Salvatore didn’t want to take so much from Destin without being able to return the favor.

His finger pressed against the silver clasp that held the box closed and pulled open the lid. A smile spread across his face as he caressed the thin, platinum circlet therein. It was twined as the branches of a tree with a single garnet leaf hanging down that would fall against his forehead when he wore it. Destin had one similar to it except his leaf was a diamond. There was a note alongside the circlet, and he read it aloud lovingly.

“For my Demon Prince. May the branches of our lives be entwined always. May winter never fall in the summer of our hearts. I love you. Destin.” Salvatore’s smile widened. His lover was so beautifully romantic. Almost corny but it was always sincere. He sighed and placed the ring on his head. He was ready to go.

* * * *

The throne room at Underhill was more like a barely tamed glen than a Courtroom. In the heart of the palace the space opened up to the sky. A rough stone floor was laid down as a dais and surrounded a throne which was carved out of the living oak it encircled, a smaller throne sat to the right of that one, but it was carved from willow. Trees bloomed with flowers all year round, and sweet fragrances filled the air with the heady smell of summer. People lounged casually on stretches of perfect, green grass while others chased each other around the stone mounds and small waterfall that fell from nowhere to the left of the throne. It was a magick place.

Salvatore padded across the lawn of the throne room toward the dais, his eyes searching for his lover among the throng of people gathered. From what Destin had said earlier, the number was probably going to be greatly increased tonight because the rumor of Destin’s intent had reached every noble ear this side of the universe.

People called out to the Demon Prince in greeting. Some even shouted words of congratulations and encouragement despite the fact that they were all pretending to know nothing of the announcement.