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

by Jana Downs

  Ally reached out with his mind, needing to feel the closeness that came with sex. It wasn’t just a physical act with him. It was a mental one as well. His mind was the strongest of the Ravyns, and gallivanting around other people’s heads was second nature to him. He gasped as their minds merged together. His vision blurred as he saw through his own eyes and his lover’s at the same time. It made his head spin.

  “Bloody hell, what are you doing?” Damian gasped, his hips jerking harder as their minds slid into one another. He groaned louder and angled his hips to the exact angle Ally needed.

  “Yes!” Ally cried out. His hands snaked up and left scratch marks down Damian’s muscular back. The pleasure flowed back and forth between, building as it flowed. It was a ricochet effect that Allasandro had never experienced with any other lover. Of course he’d never had a vampire lover before. Every individual sensation of pleasure rippled through the other person until they were both overly sensitized by touch. They gasped in unison as the orgasm began. Neither of them knew who’d started to fall first, but they were racing to completion together.

  Damian’s hips lost their rhythm, and it became a hard pounding that sought only his own pleasure. Ally was right there with him. He cried out over and over, babbling incoherently and loving the expressions that were crossing Damian’s face as their minds’ joining took him higher. Damian grunted from the exertion and his cock nailed Allasandro’s prostate with every lunge. Ally had a feeling that experiencing the pleasure internally and externally tested the limits of what Damian knew of ultimate pleasure. Gods knew that this had just become the most intense sexual encounter of Ally’s considerably long life.

  “Allasandro,” Damian breathed as his body jerked and he began to pour the hot wet proof of his pleasure into the tight depths of Ally’s body. Ally’s cock jerked in unison and bathed the space in between their bodies with his pleasure. Damian’s fangs descended, and a growl worked his way up out of the depths of his throat. Ally tilted his head, exposing the thumping artery.

  “Take from me,” Allasandro offered. The desire he felt in Damian had become his own. He needed him to feed on him as badly Damian needed to feed. The vampire didn’t make him wait long. His fangs struck quickly, and he instantly sealed his lips over the wound he’d made. Ally felt like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket. The power didn’t just flow. It swamped the both of them. Ally’s hips jacked upward, and he came again, feeling his lover’s body jerk inside him once more as well.

  Allasandro’s head swam from the sheer sensuality of the moment. He sighed happily and his entire body relaxed. Whatever had just happened between them was perfection. Together the Ravyn and the vampire were spent.

  Chapter Nine

  Allasandro rose with the dawn. He’d set Damian’s alarm clock for six, but he’d awakened early. Wrapped in the cocoon of warmth that was Damian’s embrace, Ally had no desire to move.

  “Hi,” Damian greeted, obviously just as awake as he was.

  “Hi, yourself,” Ally replied, kissing Damian’s lips. The room was nothing but shadows, but the first gray impressions of dawn created intriguing plays of light across the vampire’s face. He truly was beautiful.

  “Did you sleep well?” Damian inquired. His voice was soft and low, gentle where before it had been rough and demanding. The memory of the previous night made him shudder. It had been magic, and the soft welcoming bed afterward had made it a perfect end to a perfect night.

  “I slept great. You’re comfy.” Ally let his eyes slide closed and snuggled closer to Damian’s surprisingly warm form. He hadn’t expected a vampire to be so damn warm.

  Damian’s eyebrow rose in a move more characteristic of his brother Alex than the Damian Ally knew. It reminded him that Dageus’s husband Alex and Damian were closely related.

  “Comfy? I think I’m insulted. I’ve never been called comfy before.” His tone was serious, but his eyes were sparkling with mirth. “And how did you enjoy last night?”

  “What’s with the twenty questions?” Ally murmured, nipping his chin in protest.

  “You give such intriguing answers that I’m curious as to what you think of our evening together,” Damian offered. He kissed Ally’s forehead.

  “You’re very odd.” Ally considered the question for a moment, his cheeks heating at the cascade of erotic memories that assaulted him. After their first joining, Damian had encouraged Ally’s exploration, giving him free rein with the sexual experience. All of their play had held an edge of rough desire, and Allasandro had taken to it like a duck to water. His body had taken him to a higher plane of pleasure than he’d ever experienced before. He’d practically flown to the moon and back, drunk off Damian’s paradise of a body. He’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d had.

  He finally remembered that Damian had asked a question. “It was amazing.” He whispered it while his cheeks were blazing pink. Damian seemed pleased with his answer.

  “When can I see you again?” the vampire asked, scattering kisses along Ally’s jaw and neck. Ally shivered.

  “I’m going to tell my brothers today about us. We can make plans tonight after rehearsal. Okay?”

  Damian frowned. “Why do you have to tell them? We’re not in any kind of romantic relationship. Besides, Kal will get upset.”

  “Ravyns don’t have secrets from one another,” Allasandro reminded him gently. “We’re brothers, and to maintain our mental bond, we have to be completely honest with one another.” He nuzzled Damian’s neck once more before extracting himself from his embrace and rolling to his feet. His mind reached back to Damian, giving him a mental caress. The vampire shuddered, and his fangs dropped. “Besides, Dageus is my best friend. He’ll totally understand.” He added the last because he was sure of Dageus’s reaction. He knew him as well as he knew himself.

  “I love when you do that,” Damian murmured, referring to the mental touch Ally had given him. He rolled after Ally as he searched in vain for his clothes. The underwear he’d worn was in pieces, and his shirt was still missing, but maybe his jeans… He felt Damian’s hunger spike. He glanced up from his position by the dresser.

  “Need some breakfast before I leave?” Ally teased, slipping into Damian’s mind more fully to gauge his reaction. He was able to get much deeper now. Deeper than he had ever been able to go. Vampire energy was interesting. Different than what he was used to. But he was fascinated with how their minds worked. Well, actually he was just fascinated with how Damian’s mind worked. Slipping into his mind was more complicated to work in, but it had an intimacy that was unparalleled. He could do more than just experience another’s mind. With Damian he was able to share the experience of mind touch, and he found the experience intoxicating.

  “I would love a snack before you run off,” Damian said, wrapping his arms around Ally’s shoulders and drawing him toward him. Ally tilted his head to the side, intensely aware of their height difference as he gazed up at Damian through partially shuttered lashes. When Damian’s mouth came toward him, he pulled back.

  “Make me.” Ally intended for it to be a taunt, but it came out as a husky murmur.

  Damian growled. “Give me your vein, naughty boy.”

  * * * *

  Ally melted at the words. His head fell back, baring the long line of his throat. Damian practically purred at the sight. “Good boy.”

  Damian’s fangs sank in slowly. The tingle of sensation that ran up from the pleasure of inserting his teeth in willing flesh went straight to his cock.

  “Yes! Damian, Yes!” Allasandro whimpered. He was so damn responsive. Damian felt a dark possession filling him. He didn’t want to share this beautiful man with anyone else. It didn’t matter that they weren’t romantically involved. Damian wanted to be his only lover. He’d have to keep the Ravyn busy in order to distract him from any further conquests that Allasandro might want to make. Some panicked part of his conscience whispered that he needed to do something more drastic than distraction to keep Allasandro
by his side.

  I don’t want to be alone again. I like him too much already. He’ll leave. Everyone leaves. Even Kal left. He knew logically that his son hadn’t intended to get kidnapped, but nonetheless he had snuck out of the house and run away the night he was stolen away to Demontia. Damian had had issues letting things he considered “his” out of his sight ever since.

  A little binding would make him yours forever, an insidious voice in the back of his mind whispered. It was so deep in fact that Allasandro couldn’t even hear the whispered words. Make him take a little of your blood while you drink. Not enough to make him your Bride, just a tiny bit so that you’ll always know where he is and how you can find him.

  Damian pulled back from the puncture he’d made and began to lap at the incision. Delicious. Pure paradise. Demon blood had more spice and passion than human blood.

  I don’t know what will happen if I give him my blood. What if even a little of my blood makes him mine? he argued with that voice.

  It won’t. You’re being paranoid. Just do it.

  Stop arguing with yourself, Damian. You sound like a crazy person.

  He pulled back from his feast and bit into his own wrist before he could think better of it. He pressed that wrist to Allasandro’s gasping mouth as he went back to his snack. “Take this, my naughty boy,” he commanded. “It’ll make the pleasure better.” And that was true, though it was a half-truth. Damian thought he could live with that. Allasandro would probably never know.

  * * * *

  Ally was whistling a merry tune by the time he got back to Alex’s mansion where the Ravyns were staying. He glanced at the wall clock as he nodded to the sentries on his way to the tea room. The Ravyns would be taking breakfast there before morning workouts. He didn’t even bother going upstairs to change. The boys would find it amusing that he’d had to come home without his shirt.

  “Hey, everybody!” he greeted, throwing open the French doors and sauntering into the room like he owned it. The two Shifters Alex had assigned as extra bodyguards tensed as the door swung open, only to relax when they saw who’d come through the door. Ally was always dragging in at odd times, usually right before the start of his shift with Salvatore.

  “Hey, Ally-cat.” Druas returned his greeting cheerfully. The rest of his brothers were not morning people. He took a bite of his breakfast steak and grinned. “Did you have a good night?”

  Ally returned the grin and plopped down beside Dageus. “Hell yeah. Best. Night. Ever.” He turned his head to Dageus and slapped him on the back. “And how was your night with Alex, my man?” Dageus’s nose twitched, and his whole body tensed. Ally frowned. “What’s—”

  “Son of a bitch!” Dageus barked, turning fully toward him and taking a long drag of his scent. “Son of a bitch!” He launched himself at the other Ravyn and knocked them both to the floor. He drew back his fist and let it fly. Dageus’s fist connected with Ally’s jaw.

  “Ow!” Ally snapped, his shock finally fading. “What the hell, man?”

  The other Ravyns were already on their feet and scrambling to separate them. Salvatore was shouting for Dageus to back the hell off, but Dageus was apparently hearing none of it. His fist collided again, crunching Ally’s nose this time.

  Ally rolled to get Dageus off of him and came to a crouch with a growl. The better fighting position did nothing to better his mood. He didn’t understand what the hell Dageus’s problem was.

  “You slept with him!” Dageus accused, elbowing Druas and ducking under Germany as they tried to corral him. He lunged at Ally again, but Tony grabbed his arm to restrain him. The leader of the Ravyns hauled him back and put a death grip on both of his arms, wrenching them behind his back. Dageus continued his rant, almost oblivious to the pain Tony was inflicting.

  He looked like he pulled his arms out of socket as he wrenched away. Ally was ready for him this time. He dodged his fist and scuttled backward away from the fury of his best mate.

  “I can’t believe you slept with him! He’s not a Goddamn toy, you son of a bitch!”

  “Whoa…Ally-cat slept with a dude?” Germany wondered.

  “Who the hell cares if he did?” Dru wondered. “He’s Ally-cat, for god’s sake. He sleeps with anything human enough.” They shared a snicker.

  “Wait…was it Alex?” Ger asked with wide eyes. That may have explained why Dageus was so pissed, but Allasandro knew exactly why his brother was so angry with him.

  “That’s not helping, you two,” Salvatore reprimanded. He stepped in between the two warring Ravyns.

  Tony crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the pair of them. “What is your problem?” He directed the question at Dageus. Dageus pointed a finger at Allasandro.

  “That stupid fuck slept with my dad!”

  All of their mouths dropped open in shock. No one had seen that one coming. Ally felt his face heat as they all turned to look at him.

  “No friggin’ way,” Druas murmured. They all started sniffing the air like hounds sniffing quarry.

  “Yes. Yes, okay? I slept with Damian. I was actually going to tell you all today,” Ally admitted. Dageus snarled and started rumbling curses.

  “Damn, my man. That is a line you shouldn’t have crossed.” Germany added his voice. He was the quiet one, so if he said it was so, it most likely was.

  “We’re just having a fling.” Ally tried to play it off. “Nothing serious, just two guys getting off together. No big deal.”

  “No big deal? No big deal!” Dageus started shouting again. “You know I was looking for someone real for him, Allasandro. Fuck! He’s my father, and he needs someone who he can spend the rest of his life with, not some fucking twink looking to get off. You’re not even gay!”

  Ally felt his face heat in anger and shame. “I am real.” The words were whispered. “Besides, you don’t know I’m not gay.” The burst of bitter laughter interrupted the rest of his rehearsed speech.

  “You fuck everything, Ally-cat. ‘Gay’ means you have a preference. You don’t give a damn what your partner’s sex is so long as you’re getting off.” The words cut deeper than they should have. “And you wouldn’t know ‘real’ if it bit you in the ass.”

  Ally’s bottom lip trembled. Damn that hurt. Dageus was his friend. His best friend… “I thought you’d understand.” The words sounded choked.

  “I understand that you can’t keep your cock to yourself. I understand that you betrayed my trust and went behind my back, not for a relationship but for a quick fuck. I understand that you and I are no longer on friendly terms because of your callous disregard of my feelings. I do not understand how the hell you thought I would be okay with this.” Dageus’s words were more effective than daggers to his heart.

  “Dageus.” Salvatore’s voice cut through his tirade. “That’s enough. He knows you’re unhappy.”

  Dageus turned away with a snort of disgust. “Fine. I’m done talking anyway. Tony, I’m sorry, but I’m feeling a little under the weather. Do you mind if I skip the workout?”

  Tony shook his head. “You can skip out if you want to. You’ll just have to do it tonight after your rehearsal.”

  “Fine.” He glanced at their Prince. “I’m going to my room. Later.” He didn’t even look at Allasandro.

  As the door slammed shut, Ally managed to get himself into a chair. Breakfast was all over the floor and broken dishes were scattered amongst the mess. He hung his head and cupped it between his two palms. His eyes screwed shut in an effort to quell the tears that sprang to his eyes. He held his breath in an effort to suppress the sobs that were trying to escape. The others knelt beside him, touching him with understanding hands, comforting him when he didn’t deserve it.

  “Stop,” he managed in a strangled voice. They hushed him, kissing his cheeks in turn and holding him close. These were his brothers, his family, his everything. That was what the Ravyns were. He truly believed that with everything he was.

  “I just wanted him to understand,” he
murmured as Salvatore reached out and started petting his hair in a soothing rhythmic fashion. “I didn’t know he would be so angry. I didn’t think…” He swallowed. “I offer penance to my brothers.”

  “None needed,” Salvatore said easily. “You didn’t have the intention of hiding things from your brothers. Nor did you betray them with your pleasure. You may have made a mistake, but it wasn’t something that you could predict the consequences of.”

  “I’d feel better if I could offer Dageus penance,” Ally said stubbornly. “I never wanted to hurt him.”

  “That is between you and Dageus, Allasandro,” Salvatore reminded. “You two are the best of friends. You’ll work it out.”

  Ally sure hoped so. He couldn’t stand the thought of never talking to his brother again. It would weaken the Ravyns’ bond and endanger the Prince. He sighed. He didn’t want to give Damian up, but… He didn’t want to lose his family. He glanced at each one of them in turn. He couldn’t be selfish and weaken the bond just for a fuck buddy. He couldn’t. He and Damian were done.

  Chapter Ten

  “You’ve reached Allasandro. Leave a message after the beep and I’ll holla back. Later.” Beep.

  “Hey, Allasandro, It’s Damian. You didn’t show up at rehearsal, but Kal did. Alone. I was wondering if everything is okay… I mean, you said you’d make plans, and yet, you’re not here… So, I suppose I shall call you later or, er, well, you can call me back or whatever you deem appropriate. Well. Good-bye.” Beep.

  “Greetings, Allasandro, where the hell were you? It’s Santiago. Damian sounded like a dying milk cow singing his concerto tonight. You are supposed to be his muse. You are failing in your duties as that muse. Bye.” Beep.

  “Allasandro, it’s Damian, again. Kal said you’d died when I asked where you were. I am assuming by the fact that there is no funeral scheduled that that was sarcasm. He must not have taken our…arrangement very well. Please, call me back. Please. I know this is bad, but I still…I need to see you. I need you. Please don’t let this go.” Beep.