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

his cock inside me all night. I woke up and finger-fucked myself trying to get some relief. Nothing works. I just want him. A couple kisses and a grope shouldn’t enslave me like this. I want him in a way that I never wanted Terren. I’m so scared and pissed. Damn Salvatore for making me feel this way.

    The last entry was marked for two weeks ago, the night Destiny had left to go back to the Earth realm.

    I can’t stay here and watch him with others and not be able to go to him. It’s killing me. I ache to go to him every second of every day and to hear the courtiers talk about his stamina and vigor is a more than I can handle. I want him claiming my ass. I want him marking my insides with his seed. I want to sport his name as a tattoo across my throat and brand that fine ass of his to show the whole world that he’s mine.
    But he’s not.
    He’s not mine at all.
    Fuck my life.

    Salvatore shut the book and exhaled loudly. Damn that was hot. Destiny did want him. He was fighting it though. Salvatore was going to have to do something desperate to get his beloved into his bed and into his life on a permanent basis.
    He looked inward for a solution. So it was his dragon side that had been awakened by the fae magick? Interesting. He had wondered where all the power had come from. It was dormant no longer. Forget potential, he had actual kinetic energy in spades. Maybe that side of him would have a better idea on how to handle one very stubborn Faery King. He looked to the dragon inside him and posed the question. How do we get our mate where he needs to be?
    He felt his other self grin, and he returned it. Oh. This was going to be interesting.

Chapter Eight

    Destin was tired from his double shift at Daylight and more than ready for a nap, but duty called. He’d arrived back in Underhill just in time for Court to be held, and since he was King, it was his duty to attend. He changed out of his black pants with suspenders hanging off the back and his tight fishnet shirt into his Court attire. His courtiers wouldn’t have cared if he’d dressed like the punk rock guy he was, but it felt disrespectful to come in wearing the clothes that said he didn’t give a shit. So he changed into a loose-fitting pair of brown pants and a cream shirt, vest left open. He even put on his simple platinum circlet.
    He wondered what Salvatore was doing. He probably didn’t have enough control yet to wander about the palace, so he, Mar, and possibly Quis would most likely not be in Court. A bolt of jealousy threatened to make him stalk down to Salvatore’s room and kick the other men out of there so that he could have his way with him. Jealousy wasn’t something he was used to feeling. He’d never felt like this with Terren. When Terren had been unhappy, Destin had been more than willing and eager to allow him to be with his courtiers if it gave him comfort. With Salvatore, he didn’t want anyone else to even be looking at the man.
    Logically, he knew it was because he himself had been barred from Salvatore’s bed of his own volition, but that wasn’t something his instincts gave a rat’s ass about. He wanted to be the one to feed Salvatore. He wanted to sleep beside him and pillow talk afterward.
    Here we go again . He snapped at himself in frustration. I haven’t been back five minutes, and I’m already thinking of Salvatore. Great . Court is going to last forever at this rate. He sighed loudly. He really should go check on him afterward, though. Make sure he didn’t need anything else. Maybe talk to him for a bit if he was coherent enough to do so. Going through the transition could be a rough process, and since they were already sort of friends, Destin felt obligated to go to him. At least that was the tremendously large fib that he was telling himself. He nodded at his brilliance anyway. Maybe he’d watch Salvatore again and go take care of his own need in the process. Jerking off was not as fun, but when he was in the same