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

urge to shred the magazines for the crime of having something Destin wanted that he didn’t have.
    Instead, he tossed them on the bed and started rummaging through the drawer again. Buried at the bottom under another set of magazines was a thick, leather-bound journal. His Ravyn, Germany, had one similar that he wrote down his thoughts and private musings in. Salvatore hesitated. It felt like an invasion of privacy to be rifling through another man’s private journal but…dammit, Destin didn’t want a gentleman, did he? He wanted an edgy guy like in his porn rags. Edgy guys didn’t give a shit about being gentlemen. He defiantly took out the journal and flipped to a random page and began to skim the neat scrawl that his Destiny had penned.

    I met someone tonight. He’s new to the club and is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I don’t think he’s human, but the way he looked at me made me shiver. I know better, but I can’t stop thinking about what he said when I asked him if he was going to do body shots like his friend. He told me that he didn’t want another’s hands on his body. He just wanted the touch of one person in particular. It sounded like it was directed at me. I know that’s stupid, but I nearly melted right then and there .

    Salvatore flipped to another page. Whoever this guy was that he was talking about was making him jealous as hell.

    Lord and Lady, why can’t I get any relief? Every time he walks in I could be an actor for a Viagra commercial. I about cream myself when he speaks to me. Always so damn nice and polite to me. Always checks me out but isn’t a dick about his attentions. I bent over the bar tonight to hand someone something and caught him looking at my ass. He blushed so cutely when our eyes met. There was fire in his eyes though. He wanted to bend me over that bar and fuck me. I can’t believe I’m writing this but, if he would’ve asked, I might have let him.

    Who the fuck was this guy? Salvatore thought angrily. He flipped to another page.

    I’m so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid that I need to have my head examined by a human shrink. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve got a hard-on for the guy that is hard enough to hold up the damn San Francisco bridge. He’s totally wrong for me and totally off-limits. There is something about him I can’t put my finger on though. Everyone seems to be watching out for him, and he’s from the Earth realm. I want him so damn bad.
    The worst part is he’s a really great guy. We get along wonderfully. Since he comes to the bar a lot, we talk. We’ve talked about interests and movies and everything else under the sun. Even if my dick didn’t stand up to salute every time the guy came into the room, I would want to be his friend. But I can’t even do that. I’d beg him to fuck me if we tried. Fucking beg. I’m so fucking stupid. I just need to stay away from him .

    He skimmed ahead again several pages. It was closer to the end of the entries.

    Damn you, Salvatore. I can’t get you out of my head.

    The demon’s heart tripped over itself at the sentence. Destin switched to talking to his journal again.

    He made me watch as he fucked a dozen of my courtiers during transition. His eyes never left me. Not once. He wanted me under him, and it drove me crazy. I can’t tell you how many times I came just by watching him. He’s strong. So much stronger than he should be. He’s everything I want and nothing I can have. He’ll resent the cage I put him in if I do. From what I can gather about the new instincts he’s sporting, his dragon heritage is out and about and strong as hell. When a dragon wants you, you might as well give up the fight. Once you’re considered theirs, the fight is all over. I’m his King, so maybe I can avoid him but not forever. Maybe he’ll forget me, but the way he snarled at me when I tried to leave tells me otherwise. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
    I dreamed about