Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Heart [Ravyn Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (6 page)

“I want you to.” Allasandro’s heavy lidded whisper was not unexpected. Damian obliged him.

Their lips met in a feather-soft kiss, something meant to seduce as opposed to conquer. Damian’s hands brought their torsos together, and his cock pressed insistently into Allasandro’s hard belly. The answering arousal in Allasandro smashed against Damian’s thigh. They both groaned at the contact.

“Oh shit,” Ally cried out as Damian nipped his lips, seeking entrance. Their tongues met. Tangled. Ally’s arms crept up Damian’s shoulders, grasping the other man’s hair tightly. Ally lapped at Damian’s mouth, stroking his ultrasensitive fangs with his tongue, nicking it on the sharp tips.

Damian’s eyes shot wide as the taste of blood permeated his senses. Ally’s blood was delicious. It was ambrosia. Nothing like human blood. More spicy. Intoxicating. Demonic. He pushed his tongue deeper into the Ravyn’s mouth, licking every hidden recess.

Suddenly a foreign presence pressed against the shield of Damian’s mind, seeking entrance. His eyes flickered open at the intimate touch. It was the Ravyn. The force of the other man’s mind surrounded him even as his touch drove Damian mad. He had a deliciously strong mind. One of the strongest he’d seen.

“Now, now, boys. None of that.” Santiago’s amused voice cut through the desire they were immersed in like a hot knife. “At least not ’til after you are done practicing,” he added after a moment’s thought.

The two shot apart like two teenagers caught groping in their parents’ living room. Allasandro touched his fingers to his lips absently and stared down at the floor while Damian tried his damnedest to look defiant as he crossed his arms nonchalantly across his chest.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Damian quipped. Santiago just laughed, the sound as inhuman as the sound of a wind chime.

“In my own theater? I think not.” Santiago chuckled some more. He pointed to the chair that Allasandro had occupied the last time he’d been here. “Do sit down, Allasandro.”

* * * *

“I want to go out,” Salvatore declared as Allasandro dragged himself through the door. He’d raced from the studio as soon as Santiago had called an end to the rehearsal. He’d been saved from a confrontation with Damian because he’d been forced to join up with the rest of the troupe toward the end to practice with the group.

“Daylight?” Allasandro asked, relief filling him. That’s what he needed. He needed to remind himself of what he was and who he was. Damian was an odd obsession and nothing that another tight body wouldn’t cure. He touched his lips for the fiftieth time since they’d shared the kiss. It was like he could still feel the ghost of Damian’s touch.

“Daylight,” Salvatore agreed. Tony looked positively green around the gills. Everyone knew that he hated going to the club. It was too crowded for his tastes, and he was terrified of assassins coming for Salvatore there. Their Prince shot him a look like he was reading his mind. “And you need to calm down. Alex has reassured us time and again that Daylight is the safest place to socialize on Earth other than the theater. The shifter and vampire bouncers have been given express orders to watch out for us while we’re there.” Tony crossed his arms across his chest but said nothing. He knew when he’d lost an argument with the Prince, so he didn’t even bother.

They arrived within forty-five minutes of Salvatore’s declaration.
I’m definitely dressed as Ally-cat tonight
. He shot a glance at the mirror behind the bar. He had on skintight jeans that emphasized his muscular ass and a T-shirt that had the green Abercrombie logo splashed across the chest and was practically glow-in-the-dark yellow. He looked like a prowler. He sent his mind out percolating through the crowd, searching for people who fit his stringent criteria. The six honeys over in the corner were very amenable to his less-than-honorable intentions. He wanted to have some fun.

“Hey, my Prince, I’m heading to the back,” he told Salvatore over the crowd. The Demon Prince was making a beeline to the bar and the pierced bartender who looked slammed from the people crowding its counter.

“Yeah. Yeah. Fine. I’ll be over here.” Salvatore was paying Ally zero attention, so he made his way to the group of girls.

“Ladies,” he greeted, letting a slow smile spread across his face. He pushed his mind into theirs and soothed away any awkward fears they may have concerning the strange male entering into their sphere. “How would you like to make my night?”

The nearest one was a dark-headed beauty with deep purple eye shadow and thick Kohl eyeliner. She was too pretty to have all that stuff caked on, but he had to admit that it looked dramatic enough to be semiattractive. Maybe this was what he needed to stop thinking about Damian. A smile quirked her lips.

“So long as our guy friends can make your night, too,” she teased with a wink. Three males walked up to the table behind Ally, eyeing his tight ass. He felt their interest in the way their minds raced up to meet his mental inquiry.
Interesting
. Well, he’d already told himself that he was going to be more open to experimentation.

He grinned and met her challenge head on. “Absolutely. The more the merrier.”

* * * *

“Oh yeah! Take it baby!” The guy to Ally’s left, the blond—Joey maybe?—called out as Allasandro lapped the tequila off Merriam’s pierced stomach. She squealed as he swirled his tongue around the dangly bits that played with the edge of her glittery metallic-looking thong. She’d unbuttoned her pants two shots ago for easier access, and Ally was enjoying it. Her dark hair fanned across the table and drifted off the side.

“Ally!” she squealed again. The guy on his right with auburn hair—Landen?—leaned forward and set his mouth against Ally’s pulse, his hand snaking underneath the table to caress Allasandro’s crotch. His lips caressed and his teeth nipped.

“You’re so much fun,” he all but purred. Ally chuckled and pushed his hardening cock into the other man’s hand.

“I can be more fun if you move that hand a little faster,” Allasandro promised, licking the salt off of the space between his thumb and pointer finger.

Landen winked. “I’m totally down, baby.”

“No way, Landen!” One of the other girls cried out, giggling hysterically. So it
was
Landen? “You’ve gotta share him with the rest of us.”

“Your turn, Ally,” the last guy said. Now he
knew
his name was Jonathan. At least he was mostly sure.

Nine pairs of hands stripped him of his shirt and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans before pushing him to the table in Merriam’s place. Jonathan gripped Ally’s sizeable erection and nipped his stomach.

“Nice,” the other man purred. Merriam captured his lips in a kiss, and he let his eyes slide shut as her tongue penetrated his mouth. Her hair ensconced him in a dark halo of honey-smelling wonderfulness. Had to be her shampoo. He’d have to ask her what kind later.

“Let’s play a game!” Landen demanded, his hands fondling his balls through the denim.

“Hmmm…what kind of game?” another blond girl asked in a husky cigarette-sweetened voice.

“Anyone got something to blindfold him with?” Landen asked. Jonathan laughed, and Merriam withdrew her tongue.

“Look in my purse. I’ve got a scarf in there,” she murmured against his lips. This was looking promising…

The scarf was quickly produced and wrapped around his eyes, making everything hazy impressions of form and light outside his immediate senses. He put his hands behind his head, stretching the long line of his body out for everyone’s enjoyment. He wondered who he’d go home with tonight.
Hmmmm
…. Multiple pairs of lips caressed his chest. Maybe he’d go home with a couple of them.

“Try to figure out whose lips are taking the shots,” Landen commanded.

“Not fair!” Ally protested mildly as someone began to pour liquor into his navel. “I don’t know everyone’s name.”

“Fine.” Merriam’s voice was filled with lazy amusement and no small amount of lust. “Then you get to identify whose licking you by their gender.”

This was really going to be fun.

* * * *

Giving him shots of liquor in between body shots was not a part of the original plan. Yet, here he was, downright tipsy, still playing this game. Gods only knew how many rounds they’d played. He was getting good at identifying a luscious feminine touch from the bolder male ones. Of course his accuracy was declining now that he was sliding into uncomfortably lit territory.

“I think I’m done,” Ally cried out, laughing as the world spun. It took a ton of liquor to get a demon drunk, and he was well on his way.

“One more!” Merriam cooed, putting a restraining hand on his left wrist. Someone grabbed his other one and more hands “restrained” his legs. As a Ravyn, Ally knew he could get out of it, but the delicious threat of restraint was enough to have him at full mast and gasping.

He felt the now-familiar sensation of liquor hitting his navel and splashing down his sides, some of it even spilling onto the tops of his black boxer briefs as they peeked out from his unbuttoned jeans. The rough lap of a tongue went directly to his abs, ignoring the pool of liquor in the indention where his belly button was and tracing the definition of his stomach instead. He shivered. This was different. It didn’t feel like the humans he’d been playing with the moment before. He reached out with his mind and felt a buzz of inhuman energy. No. He hadn’t played with this one before.

He shuddered again as that slow-moving tongue moved up his musculature and traced the line of his pecs, studiously avoiding his suddenly hard nipples. Gods, that felt incredible. He made a noise in the back of his throat. The treatment went on for minutes on end. This guy, and Ally was pretty sure at this point it was a guy, had no intention of rushing Ally’s last body shot.

“Stop teasing,” he demanded, arching as far as he could without breaking the holds of the other people restraining him. He wanted that mouth on his aching points. “Give me your mouth,” he added, pressing his hard cock against the man’s abdomen as he leaned over Ally’s chest.

“What’s the magic word?” Layered British tones made him shudder all the harder.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Damian?” It was not supposed to be Damian. He was supposed to be forgetting about Damian. Shit.

“Fuck is not the magic word, love. Though, if you groan it that nicely again, I will be tempted to indulge you.” Finally those lips touched his nipples, suckling them to harder points. Ally gasped, and his hips swiveled. Christ, knowing it was Damian doing this. Damian’s lips, Damian’s body above him, Damian’s tongue and…
Fuck, were those fangs
?

“Gods!” Allasandro cried out, his body twitching, as close to orgasm as he’d ever come with so little stimulation. Those sharp points traced his areola and that tongue caressed his nipple. The liquor sloshed over the indentation of his navel and slid down his sides.

“What’s the magic word, naughty boy?” Damian asked in a singsong voice. It was the pet name that did him in. It was too close to the fantasy he’d had to produce anything but one reaction.

His hips shot skyward, his cock lunging toward the object of his impossible lust and ejaculating hard into the confines of his jeans. He cried out, partly in embarrassment and partly in reluctant pleasure.

“Oh gods. Oh gods. Oh gods,” he babbled, breaking his arms away from the humans and wrapping his arms around Damian’s head, pressing his mouth into his chest. He felt a brief pinch, and he felt rather than heard Damian’s deep rumble of pleasure as his fangs lightly pierced the area. That sexy tongue swiped across the small wound, taking him into a higher sphere of pleasure.

After what seemed like eternity Ally floated down from his place in heaven and back into his body. A flush stained his skin from head to toe.

“Wow,” one of the boys said, caressing Ally’s now sweat-slicked forehead.

“Uh-huh,” another commented.

The Ravyn tore the makeshift blindfold off and threw it toward Merriam, his cheeks blazing hot. He reached down with shaking fingers to button up his pants. Damian’s huge hands stopped the motion. Their eyes met for the first time during the entire encounter. The lust in Damian’s gaze was hot enough to scorch Ally’s face all over again.