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

shouted at Salvatore. The demon hid his laugh with a sharp nip and a tug on the ring with his teeth. His lover’s cursing seemed like love talk to him, and it was adorable.
    “Like this?” Salvatore asked in mock innocence. He gave the nipple he’d been tormenting a strong suction as he twisted the other until it was almost painful. Destin shuddered and cried out.
    “Please! Salvatore, you asshole! Fuck me!” Destin demanded. “Can’t take anymore.” His eyes were rolling into the back of his head at this point, and Salvatore hadn’t even touched the primary source of his arousal.
    “Tsk tsk. We’re not fucking, Destiny.” He continued his wet trail down the plains of Destin’s taut stomach, paying special attention to the navel he found there. His lover giggled and as he nuzzled the area.
    “Salvatore,” Destin murmured breathlessly. “You’re really not playing fair.” Salvatore chuckled.
    “I’m not playing at all.” He slid the rest of the way down Destin’s body and took his arousal to the back of his throat in one long suck. Slightly clawed hands wound themselves in Salvatore’s hair, and the cursing began again.
    “Holy Lord and Lady! Where the hell did you learn that? Oh shit! Fuck! Damn !” Destin cursed another long stream, and Salvatore wondered if even experienced privateers could keep up with his expletives.
    He concentrated on breathing through his nose and relaxing his throat as Mar and Quis had taught him. Giving a blow job had been the one thing that Salvatore wanted to be absolutely sure his lover would enjoy when he came into his bed. He bobbed his head up and down Destin’s now-slick length, tightening and relaxing his throat muscles as he’d been instructed. Destin seemed to be really enjoying it. A steady stream of pre-cum was issuing from the tip of his slit in regular intervals, and Salvatore savored the salty taste as it smeared across his tongue with every plunge and retreat of his head.
    “Salvatore!” Destin warned. “I can’t take much more. I…it’s been a while. Please. Finish me, inside.”
    Salvatore drew off his length for a second. “Come down my throat,” he commanded. “You’ll come with me buried inside you soon enough.” Destin shouted at the words, his cock jerking. Salvatore had just enough time to sink back down his long shaft before the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat. Destin fucked his mouth, panting and murmuring praises as he spent himself in Salvatore’s willing mouth. His orgasm continued, surging over and over again for at least five minutes straight.
    The Fae King collapsed back against the comforter at long last. “That was…the longest…orgasm…of my…life,” he panted. He still wasn’t soft as Salvatore drew off of him with a popping sound, breaking the suction. He shuddered as another bolt of pleasure went through him. “What are you doing?”
    Salvatore smirked. “Nothing, lover.” Salvatore drew back his power to give Destin a rest from the pleasure but still kept him rock hard and ready for more. Before the sun rose his Destiny would know without a shadow of a doubt exactly what he’d be missing if he continued to stay away from him. He’d use whatever tools he had in his growing arsenal to keep Destin by his side.
    He glided up his lover’s body and gave him a deep kiss which Destin returned eagerly. He knew that Destin could taste his own spend on his tongue and knew it would only ratchet up the intensity of their lovemaking.
    “Are you going to fuck me now?” Destin asked against his lips.
    “If you ask the right way, I might,” Salvatore said easily. His body was throbbing to bend Destin over and do just that, hours at a time as matter of fact, but he restrained himself. The time for desperate loving would come later. Right now he needed to show Destin that he wasn’t like any other guy he’d ever been with. He wanted to be his Consort, his official lover, and that meant he’d have to be a cut