Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Heart [Ravyn Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (12 page)

“Suck it, naughty boy.” Ally’s eyes climbed up his body to meet his eyes, licking his lips to show his nervousness. Damian’s body thrummed with impatient energy at that lovely look. He knew Ally found his uncut cock fascinating, but he was also nervous about doing something wrong. “Use your hand to work what you can’t get in your mouth.” Damian threw his naughty puppy a bone.

Hesitantly, Allasandro leaned forward and opened his mouth. Damian stayed still, letting Allasandro get used to the look and smell of the cock in front of him. His tongue darted out and lapped at the slit, which had produced a pearlescent drop of liquid during his perusal. As the taste hit the Ravyn’s tongue, he moaned, and Damian echoed his cry.

“Allasandro…” He groaned his name in warning. The Ravyn leaned forward and sucked the first inch of cock into his previously untried mouth. Damian gasped, and it was then that Allasandro realized his true power. The man could bring Damian to his knees without even trying.

“Suck me. Suck me, Allasandro. Harder, baby. Please.” Damian was about ready to blow. He was near begging at this point. Allasandro obliged him.

The soft wet cavern of his lover’s mouth was too much for him in a matter of moments. All he could do was hold on as Allasandro sucked and worshipped his dick, slurping down his release like it was the sweetest of ambrosias.

* * * *

“Allasandro!” Damian shouted as he jerked one last time and erupted all over his stomach and chest. A particularly enthusiastic splash hit his cheek. He collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily. He reveled in his pleasure for the first time in days. When Allasandro returned, heaven and hell combined would not keep him from claiming what was his.

Chapter Twelve

“It’s weird being back in Demontia without Salvatore,” Dageus murmured, belly-crawling into the cave that they’d shared for centuries while looking after their Prince.

“Agreed,” Allasandro grunted, wincing as his stomach scraped across a rock. They dropped down into the pitch black for several moments before landing on the soft cave mud underneath the opening.

“Can I get a light in here, Ally-cat?” Dageus asked as they regained their feet. Allasandro reached into his well of power and drew out his element of choice. Flames erupted from his finger tips, illuminating the slick cave walls and jewellike stalagmites. There was a room in the deepest depths of this cave which was filled almost to the ceiling with royal gems and treasures. It used to act as the throne room while they’d lived here. “I wish my specialization was fire. It’s so much cooler than mine,” Dageus complained, snapping him out of his contemplation of their former life.

“Oh please. It’s fine so long as you’re not in close contact with your enemy. Fighting in a close combat area like a warehouse or a sewer is very uncool. Burning shit does not smell pleasant no matter how cool it looks burning.” Allasandro, as per usual, was making a joke, lightening the mood for them both.

“I don’t care if you occasionally burn shit, literal or figurative. At least you don’t have powers that dwell in spirit and heart. How lame is that?” Dageus continued to bitch.

“I don’t know, D. The ability to rip someone’s soul out of their body is a pretty intense power.” Allasandro commanded the torches, which hadn’t seen light in the many months they’d been away, to spring to life and illuminate their path.

“You know I’d never use that. It’s…too horrible.” Dageus scuffed his boot-clad foot against a loose bit of rock. “You feeling any better?” he asked, changing the subject.

Ally shrugged. “My stomach is no longer rolling if that’s what you mean.” He didn’t say that he still felt empty as hell and that he was about two more depressing thoughts away from cutting himself, but his best friend didn’t need to know
everything
.

“That’s good.” Dageus sounded like he wanted to say more but let it drop. He probably didn’t want to know what Allasandro was thinking about his daddy any more than Ally wanted to share said information with him. He cleared his throat and continued on through the main passageway of the cave. “Do you think this kid is going to be excessively hard to find?”

Allasandro shrugged. “He’s been lost down here for a couple days now. Probably wandered into one of the side paths. For me it would probably be impossible to pick up the scent and track the kid, but you’re the nose, brother. You tell me how hard it will be.”

Instead of answering, Dageus started scenting the air, taking short, sharp inhalations to get a whiff of any delicate scents that could be wafting about. Ally leaned a palm against the wall and let his brother work. It wasn’t long before Dageus was being a good bloodhound and circling a scent.

“He walked a lot in this area,” Dageus murmured as he worked. “Between these two columns particularly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Must’ve been pacing.”

“He was blind, D. He was probably scared shitless,” Ally offered.

Dageus shook his head. “Nope. Not scared. Impatient. Worried. Not scared. Not yet.” He crossed the floor to one of the side passages. “He started heading this way. Looking for the throne room most likely. Probably wanted the spirit of Judgment to keep him company.” Dageus referenced the statue which held the old soul of a special ancestor of the Salvatore line which aided the Ravyns.

“Didn’t we haul that massive ass statue with us when we left? I mean, I nearly broke my back hauling something massive, and if you tell me it wasn’t him, then I’ll have to get pissed at Anthony for making us do another meaningless workout routine,” Ally griped. He followed after Dageus as he took a sharp left.

“Judgment has three statues that he can travel between,” Dageus recalled, pressing his nose against the limestone wall. His nose came away smudged with something slimy. Gross. “One that we carry, one that stays in the cave behind the waterfall, and another that is mounted above the throne room at the demon palace. Needless to say, Judgment is never at the one at the palace unless he’s spying for Salvatore. Then again, that’s why Desmond doesn’t use the main throne room anymore.” Another deep sniff. “Found it. Hell yeah!” His triumphant shout echoed throughout the cave.

Allasandro winced. “Damn. You are loud.”

“We might be back by supper time. Hell yeah I’m loud.” He turned from Allasandro and all but raced down the corridor, lost in the scent he was chasing.

“Hey!” Ally called, running to catch up. He grabbed Dageus’s arm. “Slow down, brother. We’re going to have to be careful. Just because people may be lost doesn’t mean that they won’t be down here at all. You know that.” Having to be the voice of reason didn’t sit well with Ally’s personality, so he cracked a joke. “Besides, it’ll be good for you to be removed from your vampirey-appendage for a little bit. I was beginning to think you two were becoming conjoined.”

Dageus’s lips thinned. “Not. Funny.” He didn’t sound too angry though. He was Ally’s best friend after all. More seriously he added, “Ally I’ve been meaning to talk with you for a while now.”

Allasandro’s heart stuttered. He really,
really
didn’t want to talk about Damian right now. He’d almost forgotten his misery over the course of the last twenty minutes. He prepared himself for the blow that was to come. The questions. The accusations. He just wanted to focus on the mission. Why did Dageus always have to pick the most inopportune moments, aka a moment where Ally couldn’t escape, to have these deep conversations about
feelings
of all things?

Dageus took a deep breath. “I really want you to be the best man at my wedding.” The words came out in a rush, so fast that Ally almost didn’t catch them. He blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that. “I know it’s tradition for the generational leader of the Ravyns to act as the second in any important ceremony, but this is this first marriage among the Ravyns since we became Ravyns, and I love Tony, but I’d much rather have you by my side. The others are going to be my groomsmen or whatever they’re called, but I really need you to be my best man.”

Ally was touched. “I would be honored to stand by you.” He murmured the formal words and touched the place above his heart, twisting his ring and middle fingers together as they did when saluting Salvatore or taking an oath. Dageus beamed.

Of course Allasandro squirmed as they shared one of those Hallmark moments that made him so incredibly uncomfortable so he continued. “So you’re really going to do the whole wedding thing as Alex’s Bride, eh?” Dageus frowned and nodded slowly. “I have to tell you, as much as I love you, my brother, I am not wearing a dress, but I will fully support you in your decision to wear a big pretty princess gown for your day with prince charming.” The other warrior growled and punched him in the arm. Ally giggled. “Ouch. Now, now, Princess, you mustn’t show your temper too much. They’ll mistake you for a shrew.”

Dageus made a noise of frustration and shoved Ally into the nearby wall. “Can’t you be serious about anything?” he asked in exasperation, though there was a smile behind the sigh.

Ally grinned. “I could, but you wouldn’t love me nearly as much.”

“W–Who’s there?” a voice stammered from the darkness, somewhere beyond the torch light. Both warriors’ heads snapped up, and they immediately fell into the tense positions they used to prepare for a possible assault. They glanced at one another, the look conveying more in one expression what most people needed an entire lengthy conversation for.

Allasandro spoke. “My name is Allasandro. This is my brother, Dageus. We’re Ravyns sent from Prince Salvatore Demante, true heir to the Demon throne.”

There was a brief pause. “How do I know you are who you say you are?” The voice held a large amount of fear and no small amount of bravado.

Do you know where he’s at?
Allasandro asked through their bond to Dageus. He felt a mental nod.

Yeah. He’s by that broken arch in the left corner where the shadows are the thickest. He’s trying to weave enchantments to block his smell and his form from prying eyes. Do your thing quickly, or else we may lose him
.

“We couldn’t light the torches if we weren’t Ravyns,” Allasandro reasoned, keeping the other man talking. His mind raced through the narrow chambers, seeking the signature of the demon which hid therein.
Got it
. With a mental tug, he unwove the magic which had been brewing and dispersed it through the room. With another he pulled the other man into the light, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees.

Prince Theron looked young. All demons retained the blush of youth for centuries, but Theron almost looked delicate in comparison. He was Salvatore’s height, but he was slender, light, with large wine-colored eyes that were the signature of the royal family. His hair was cropped short, something that was unusual for a demon of royal blood, and it was spiked in an artful array of deep crimson.

The Prince swallowed hard and dropped his gaze to the floor. “Are you here to kill me?” The words were choked whispers. Ally knelt in front of him, and Dageus took a step back to give him space.

“I was telling the truth when I said that we were sent by Salvatore. We were just making sure you weren’t going to accidently hurt us by trying to defend yourself.” Ally bowed his head in respect. “We’re here to defend you and escort you back to Salvatore.”

The youthful man’s eyes raised and assessed the Ravyn kneeling before him. He pushed himself to his feet and held up his hand. “Let me see your hand.” The command of his royal blood finally entered his voice. The fear was all but gone. Ally offered it easily but stiffened when he felt the butterfly-like sensation of another mind touching his own. However, it was over quickly, and Allasandro relaxed. It was just a glance to see the truth of his words. Nothing more.

Dageus stepped forward and knelt on Ally’s other side. “We don’t mean to rush you, Prince Theron, but it is of the utmost importance that we get back to Salvatore. We don’t have the rest of our brothers with us and, as such, are not at full strength. Please allow us to escort you back with all due haste.”

The Prince hesitated a brief second before nodding in acquiescence. “That sounds fine. Let’s go.”

* * * *

Dageus lifted the smaller man out of the hole in the side entrance of the cave on his shoulders after Allasandro shimmied to the top. Ally grabbed the Prince’s arms and pulled him the rest of the way out. He made sure Theron stayed between him and the cave entrance until Dageus got to the top, dagger in hand.