Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Heart [Ravyn Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (24 page)

“How are you going to pay me back then, Allasandro?” Damian interrogated.

“I don’t know… Please…” His back hit the door, and it rattled with the force of it. He actually felt a little bit of fear mixed into his anticipation. He was really getting into this role-play. After he’d confessed to the mob boss fantasy he’d had when he’d first met him at the airport, Damian had arranged for this little scenario to play out the night before Alex and Dageus’s wedding. It was a little present to him since their “wedding” wouldn’t be for another four months.

“Take your clothes off, Allasandro. I think I just figured out how you’re going to pay me back.” Damian delivered the sexiest evil laugh Ally had ever heard. He pulled top of the gun back to load a “bullet” into the chamber.

“H–How am I going to pay you back?” Ally stuttered, toeing off his shoes slowly. His hands trembled as they made their way to his button-down shirt, the first one he’d worn without being ordered to wear it, Damian’s suggestion of course.

“You’ll see,” Damian rumbled as he stood up from his wingback chair and crossed the floor at a human speed. “Slower, naughty boy.” Ally immediately slowed the pace of his undressing. One button. Then another.

“That’s it.” Damian’s hand went down to cup his erection through his slacks, palming it enough that Ally licked his lips imagining what he was touching inside of him. Damian’s dark-blue eyes darkened to almost black. “Christ, that is gorgeous.”

He stripped him down much faster after that. The clothes disappeared in a flurry of motion until Allasandro stood before him, naked. Damian waved toward the medium-sized desk in the corner of the room which was scattered with files from paperwork.

“Drape yourself over the desk,” the vampire commanded. Ally shook as he made his way over to it, his hard cock leading the way. He leaned over the desk, his face resting on his hands inches above the inked pages. The smell of Damian’s cologne clung to the velum stationary. His lover was so old-fashioned. He didn’t even own a computer.

“Please, boss, don’t do this. Please, sir, I’ll be good. I’ll pay you back the money.” He whimpered as he felt the lubrication that Damian must’ve been hiding in one of his pockets dribble down the crease of his ass. He felt the barrel of the replica weapon rest against the back of his skull. He hadn’t heard Damian move.
Damn vampire speed
.

“I don’t want your money, Allasandro.” Damian growled. “I want that tight body of yours.” He didn’t let Ally reply. Instead, he sank two thick fingers inside of Allasandro’s tight ass. Ally hissed and moved his hips back, taking more of the digits inside his body.

“That’s it, naughty boy. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” Ally obeyed instantly, moving his hips back and forth so that he slid up and down Damian’s fingers. He groaned as those long fingers slid over his pleasure spot.

“Yes, sir,” he panted. “Feels…good…mmmm.” Another finger was added to his stimulated body, and his pucker swallowed it gratefully. “Please…I want…more.”

“You’re paying me back, naughty boy. What I want is what matters,” Damian corrected, twisting his fingers a mite cruelly. Ally whimpered appropriately and rocked his hips harder. The smell of the paper filled his nose as he pressed his face against the smooth expanse of desk and twisted his hips to the tempo that Damian set.

Finally he heard the twist of a zipper as Damian pressed his hips forward and removed his fingers from his passage. He groaned at the loss. He felt so empty without Damian inside him. He needed Damian within him. He didn’t have to wait long.

Damian’s hot cock pressed against the tight ring of Ally’s body and slipped inside with relative ease because of his preparation. His tight ass squeezed him as Ally experienced little trembles that signaled the onset of a hellishly good orgasm. They rocked together, one of Damian’s hands on his hip and the other still pressing the toy gun against his skull. One particularly hard thrust caused him to tighten and then release the weapon so that it clattered to the desk.

Both hands rested on his sides as it became Damian’s turn to moan. He pistoned in and out of his lover in jerky, shuddered movements.

“I love you,” Damian gasped, falling out of character as he neared the peak of his pleasure. “I love you so much, Allasandro.” His name ended in another groan.

“Love you, too, gypsy man,” Ally purred. He cried out as his cock began to jet onto the hard floor under the desk. His body contracted hard, squeezing against the pulsing length lodged inside him. Damian followed him over the edge, spilling his seed deep within Ally’s yielding body.

A few minutes later, when they’d regained the ability to speak, they’d stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. Ally’s cheek rested on Damian’s hard chest and listened to the soft music that his lover was humming. It was a habit he’d taken up that was not only amusing but pretty damn sexy considering how wonderfully Damian sang. Ally absently stroked his hand down Damian’s sweat-slicked six-pack. He’d never had something that was his and his alone. Damian was more than he’d ever hoped for. His gypsy man didn’t always get it right, but he handled the Ravyn’s heart with greater care than Ally felt he deserved. He kissed his lover’s pectoral muscle, and Damian’s arm tightened around him in a hug.

“Good night, Damian,” Ally murmured.

“Good night, naughty boy. ’Til nightfall,” Damian echoed. He shut off the light, and they both drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that when night fell they’d greet whatever challenges that faced them in the way they worked best. Together.

THE END

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