Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (7 page)

The Fae King’s hands were tangled in Salvatore’s red tresses, and he was panting against his mouth. A few short steps would put them back in range of the bed, and then Salvatore would have him in just the position he’d needed him in for the past three days. Hell, if he was honest, longer than that. At first the bartender had been a welcome distraction from his self-induced imprisonment, and later he’d been a friend of sorts who he talked to when the Ravyns went out. Somewhere along the way he’d become something very precious. The only one to seem to like him without knowing who and what he was.

The bed hit the back of Destin’s knees, and it seemed to knock him out of the spiral into Salvatore’s bed. “S–stop,” Destin said against Salvatore’s lips. Then he leaned up and plunged his tongue back into Salvatore’s mouth to mate with it for a few minutes.
Talk about mixed signals
. Salvatore pressed him back into the welcoming embrace of the bed and triumphed at the thrill of finally having Destin there.

“As your King, I command you to stop,” Destin groaned desperately. His circlet was tossed aside, and his shirt torn from his body.

“As my King, you can command me nothing.
We’re equals, you and I
,” Salvatore and his new alter ego said in unison. He pressed a line of kisses down Destin’s throat, making him shiver. Self-preservation must’ve kicked in because it was then he started yelling.

“Guards!” he shouted. Wings exploded out of Salvatore’s back, flaming wide in fury. His vision zoned out into shades of heat and sound once again.

“
You would dare have someone else interfere
?” Salvatore demanded. They heard pounding footsteps.

“You’re scaring me!” Destin screamed, looking Salvatore dead in the eyes.

Salvatore felt himself pale, and he was immediately across the bed from Destin. He wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked back and forth. “I’m sorry,” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight. “I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I…just want you so much.” He glanced at Destin, who had propped himself on his elbows. He closed his eyes to block out the image of Destin partially dressed. His body still throbbed, and the being inside him, the other him, still growled at him that Destin was a liar and his body showed the truth of his desire. The hard cock was all the evidence his other self needed to see.

“It’s the hunger. I promise it’ll get easier.” Destin’s warm hands were suddenly petting his head and the smell of his sweat had Salvatore growling all over again. He opened his eyes and looked up.

“I’ve never felt so…” He searched for the right word.

“Raw? Instinctual? Animalistic? It is the core of what a faery is. What you are now.” Destin leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. “Allow my Court to teach you to gentle your beast and to let it rage.”

“I didn’t want to lose my virginity to some guy I didn’t know,” Salvatore murmured, leaning against Destin. The King cradled his head against his chest. Salvatore heard his heart skip a beat as he spoke.

“You were a virgin?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Salvatore felt his cheeks start to burn and nuzzled the soft skin of Destin’s chest, licking the nipple an inch from his tongue. The fae hissed, and Salvatore smiled. “I’d never been with another guy before.”

Destin was silent a long while. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.” He waved a hand and Salvatore saw the shadows move and then disappear. What the hell was that? This place had more secrets than a fun house. “Tell me your name, Destin,” Salvatore demanded, leaning up and pressing a wet kiss to Destin’s neck.

“It’s not important,” Destin hedged, tilting his head to expose more to Salvatore’s kisses. Salvatore smiled at that. Destin could deny it all he wanted but he wanted Salvatore’s attentions just as badly as Salvatore wanted to give them to him. “Tell me why the vampires were guarding you. Does it have something to do with you claiming to be my equal?”

“You have your secrets. I have mine.” Salvatore nibbled at Destin’s pulse. “I want you to take me home after I learn to control this.” In this statement he was unyielding. He would do whatever he could to get back to Earth. His Ravyns were probably making themselves sick with worry. He couldn’t feel the bond between them at all.

“I can’t promise that. How about I promise to discuss it with you then? Until then, enjoy Underhill and its delights.” Destin extricated himself from Salvatore’s grip.

The Demon Prince’s body was building again. The brief respite at the thought of harming Destin had passed now that he knew Destin was all right. His thoughts were getting hazy and simpler, more animal. He tried to reply to Destiny’s statement, tried to focus on their conversation, but instead, his mind was focusing on what his body demanded.

“Need.” He groaned, gripping the tip of his now-rock-hard erection and pumping his fist. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit, and he watched in fascination as Destin leaned down and lapped at the crown. This caused another burst of fluid to erupt from the tip, and Destin obligingly suckled that away as well. The other Salvatore went crazy, pushing against the bonds of self-control that Salvatore had erected to pull himself away from Destin the moment before.

“Delicious. Just as I knew you would be.” Destin pressed a kiss to the head of Salvatore’s cock and disappeared. Salvatore screamed.

Chapter Seven

Mar and Quis were available to Salvatore at any moment of the day. And they were never slow in coming to Salvatore’s side when the urge to fuck struck him. It struck him often during those first two weeks. Sometimes they came to him alone, but oftentimes they’d come to him in pairs to stave off the worst of the hunger. He’d learned to gorge himself on the emotions that they gave to him. Admiration, enjoyment, and, most of all, lust. Destin had assigned others to his bed as well. Some were trained to expand his sexual horizons in ways he would’ve been very uncomfortable with in his other life.

The longer he spent in Underhill, the less that life outside of it seemed to be real. It was like anything outside Underhill was a dream and this was his only reality. Only the thoughts of his Ravyns kept him from slipping into the complete, lust-filled haze that he’d grown accustomed to. However, no matter how many people he slept with or how many ways he’d learned to please men, he was never truly satisfied. No matter how good the orgasm or how many times he came, he craved Destiny. He and his other self were more on the same page now, no longer fighting for control but cooperating for their mutual satiation. They didn’t always agree, but they agreed on one thing always. Destiny was theirs and he would be in their bed soon.

“I think I want to try and explore the palace today.” Salvatore spoke to Quis, whose blond head was currently bobbing up and down on his hard erection.

“Are you sure that’s wise, my lord?” Quis asked with his mouth full of Salvatore. At least that’s what Salvatore thought he said. He couldn’t be sure because the words were garbled. The whole lot of them had taken to calling him “my lord” for some odd reason. Though he didn’t understand the exact logistics of how the court perceived him, in his conversations with Mar the fae had stated that he was treated like nobility for several reasons. Salvatore was kept in luxurious suites, turned by the King himself, and had all the courtiers warned off popping his backside cherry, therefore he must be a very important fae. Salvatore didn’t get it, but whatever.

The cautionary note in his tone was probably due to what had happened the last time Salvatore had decided to venture beyond his bedchamber of glass and plush fabric. He’d taken three of the fae palace guards right outside in the hallway. One of them had apparently been fantasizing to pass the shift a little faster and Salvatore had picked it up. The hunger had swamped him, and he’d been the center of attention in yet another orgy courtesy of the curse that Destin had saddled him with. Salvatore couldn’t be angry with him over it because it had, after all, saved his life, but the primitive hungers were a pain in the ass to control. It didn’t matter to him now, though. He was just biding his time. He’d make Destin pay for every lost second of sanity with an equal number of strokes into his hot cavern. His body jumped at the thought. He couldn’t wait.

“I think I’m ready. Ride me. I want to finish so that we can be on our way.” Quis crawled up his body like he had no joints. He was lean and built similarly to Destiny, but he moved even more gracefully if that were possible.

“As you wish, my lord.”

* * * *

The palace of Underhill was a massive structure of stone and fine gems. It was a nerd’s wet dream and looked exactly like something that would come out of a Dungeons and Dragons role-playing game. It wasn’t just the palace that was built like that. To a lesser degree, the town also shone with light from its own variety of fine gems inlaid in the masonry. The view from the center window on the royal family hall was magnificent.

Salvatore admired the finery of the work and was inexplicably drawn to the shimmering city that Destin ruled. It reminded him a little of where Salvatore had grown up in Demontia. Pandemonium was a less shiny version of this realm. It made him miss it and his Ravyns all the more.

“You seem sad,” Mar said delicately, coming to stand beside Salvatore as he looked out the window.

“Just thinking about home,” Salvatore offered, sighing. He wondered what his Ravyns were doing right now. Mar put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know it’s difficult for you being here, my lord.” They’d become somewhat friends after the ordeals they’d gone through together with his transition.

“I have people who are worried about me over there. I need to tell them I’m okay. I need to get home,” Salvatore said in frustration.

“Most people forget where home was when they come here,” Mar said. “You surprise us. You’re not the usual convert to say the least. You’re a very powerful fae, or you will be. Something inside you already had ancient magick inside it. Becoming a fae just unlocked the floodgate.”

“I noticed,” Salvatore said dryly. He now knew things. Spells, enchantments, powers for which no modern practice had even named yet swirled in easily plucked regularity inside of Salvatore’s mind. The power was phenomenal. He’d taken to walking around shirtless because whenever he became agitated, his wings materialized on his back and he’d ripped the last three shirts he’d been given. They were huge suckers that, when they weren’t flared out behind him, lay against his skin in a two-dimensional pattern of iridescent scales that looked sewn into his flesh or somehow tattooed there from the tops of his shoulders to the bend of his knees. Luckily his pants were pretty traditionally fae and were loose enough to kick off at any moment. Those wings were just a symbol of the power that lay within him. His dragon heritage had given a nice twist to his transition.

“Soon you will be strong enough to go to the other side. You’ll just have to name a Consort to take with you. Don’t worry, my lord. Have a little patience and everything you desire will come to pass.” The sentence seemed layered to Salvatore, and he gave Mar a look. The other dark-haired fae smiled smugly. “Our King favors you.”

Salvatore snorted. “He could’ve fooled me. He’s avoided me like the plague.”

“He spends a lot of time on Earth,” Mar offered. They began to walk down the hallway toward the part of the wing he hadn’t wandered into yet. The library on this level had been phenomenal. “He has his job, and I think he gets lonely here. People tend to treat him as nothing but royalty when he’s around. Always on that impossibly high pedestal. He does what he wants, and no one ever corrects him. You challenge him in a way I’ve never seen before.” They had that in common, Salvatore thought. He’d often felt frustrated by being kept behind the glass cage of his heritage. “Though I don’t think loneliness is why he’s stayed away this time.”

“Why has he stayed away from his home, then?” Salvatore asked. His heart wanted an answer to the reason behind his hurtful absence.

“You know that answer already, even if you don’t admit it,” Mar said, stopping in front of two huge wooden doors that were inlaid with carvings of two trees, the same ones that Destin had tattooed on his arms. “He doesn’t trust himself around you. He’s scared that you’ll hurt him. Our King hasn’t had the best luck with Consorts.”

This was the first Salvatore was hearing of it. His ears perked up in interest. “Oh?”

Mar nodded. “Yes. His last consort, Terren, was a human that he brought over from Earth. They were lovers on the other side, and the King decided to take things to the next level and make him into his Consort. He gave full disclosure to the human, but Terren didn’t understand the true level of commitment that would be required of him. He grew to resent the King for keeping him here. The palace is a lovely cage but still a cage nonetheless. He resented everything the King did. He hated having guards around, was disgusted by the way the courtiers acted, and basically walled himself in their room for weeks on end. Most of the Court never saw him.