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

satisfaction. They finally had him in their arms, and as far as he was concerned, they were never letting him go.
    He lapped the seam of Destin’s lips, teasing those delicious puckers open with gentle seduction. Salvatore nearly crowed with satisfaction as Destin’s arms crept fully around his waist to bring their bodies flush together. He could taste the fear and lust on the air as if it were a physical musk that he wore just for him.
    “Hmmm so good.” The hunger inside him rose to meet the flavor and roll it around in his mouth as he rolled Destin’s tongue with his own. The Faery King sighed in surrender and leaned more into Salvatore’s body where he knelt on the bed.
    With extraordinary care, Salvatore pressed his love backward until they were lying prone against the black-and-neon comforter. He drew back for a moment to look at his Destiny as he lay there. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes extraordinarily bright as he met his gaze.
    “You’re beautiful,” Salvatore complimented, leaning in to kiss those perfect lips again. Something shifted in Destin’s eyes, but Salvatore was too enraptured by his lips to care. “I could kiss you all night.”
    The Fae King chuckled at that. “That would be an awfully big waste of a whole night considering it is just the one.”
    “Agreed.” Salvatore started kissing his cheeks, his ears, his neck. He scattered those warm, wet touches across his lover, making a trail, but touching nothing else. Destin sighed, the sound blissful.
    “I like the new look. Was I the inspiration?” He ran his hands through Salvatore’s new, shorter locks as his head traveled from place to place across his skin. He could see the glint of metal from his nipple rings as the hoops caught the light and shuddered. He loved a man with piercings.
    “Just showing you that I can be what you need,” Salvatore offered. He delivered a particularly sharp nip to Destin’s collarbone, making him jump. He didn’t add that it felt more than comfortable to make the change. For centuries he’d felt trapped in his own body. He never cut his hair, never was anything but appropriately dressed, and never acted on his own impulses. Now he felt free, like the man his father had raised him to be. He was tired of running and tired of living a half life. Oddly enough, it took the punk look and one stubborn Faery King to make him realize it.
    “You’re exactly what I need, Salvatore,” Destin breathed, arching against his seeking mouth as it licked the line of his pectoral muscles.
    “Sensitive?” Salvatore rumbled. Destin nodded, panting a little.
    “Yeah.” Salvatore filed that away for future reference. He was going to enjoy finding all of his lover’s sweet spots.
    “Need you, Salvatore,” Destin repeated with a gasp. If Destin understood the depth of his confession, Salvatore felt he probably wouldn’t have made it, but he rejoiced just the same. Destin cared and cared deeply. He’d known back on Earth that they were going to end up here. Salvatore couldn’t have been happier in that moment.
    His mouth descended on the hard, pointed nipple on the right. It was the perfect shade of berry against Destin’s tanned flesh, and Salvatore groaned at the first firm lick. The fae went nuts, becoming a writhing bunch of arms and legs, arching and pressing and encouraging him to touch, touch more. Touch harder. Just touch! Hmmm…these things are going to be fun to play with. Destin’s cock was jumping with each lick and nip.
    Experimentally, Salvatore grabbed the one opposite to the one he was giving attention to and gave a tug. Destin gasped and nearly came off the bed at that. Salvatore growled happily and switched nipples, turning his oral attentions to the one he’d just tugged, while running his other hand to the other still-damp one and tugging on the ring. Destin responded like a wildcat.
    “Oh! You bastard! Just like that. Oh. Oh. Oh. Lord and Lady, that feels…Ah!” The Fae King all but