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

luxurious home just in time for his shift to start with Druas this morning. Alex’s house hosted not only the majority of the Entertainer line of vampires, with the exception of Damian, but a plethora of Jaguar shifters, some other vampires who were guests in Entertainer territory, and now the Ravyns, since Alex and Dageus’s joining. Salvatore had told him to shower when he’d gotten there. He hadn’t planned on getting busy with himself, but his mind had constantly returned to Damian. Not even the sweet honeys at the club had eased the ache that vampire had created. Which was ridiculous because he was off-limits .
    “I think Dageus’s gay thing is rubbing off on me,” he admitted as he sat down to his lord’s game table to play chess.
    “Gay thing? Rubbing off?” Salvatore’s red irises were practically dancing with amusement. He moved his knight and put his hands back in his lap. Druas stood by the door, pretending not to hear what Allasandro had said. There were no secrets between the Ravyns since it enabled the channel in which they shared energies to stay unblocked so that they could share power, but it was nice that Dru was trying to be polite.
    “Yeah. I just had the most homoerotic fantasy I’ve ever had.” He moved his castle. It was his favorite piece. Allasandro patterned his life the same way the piece moved. Backward. Forward. Sideways. Always in a straight line. He was a straightforward sort of guy. It was something the Demon Prince respected about him.
    “Fantasies don’t mean anything, Allasandro. They’re just tools to increase pleasure.” Allasandro frowned at Salvatore’s words and directed his concentration on the Prince’s hand as it moved another pawn in direct line of one of his piece’s attack range. Allasandro knew there was a trap there somewhere. He just didn’t know where it was.
    “But don’t fantasies mean that you want something? I mean, like a subconscious yearning or something?” He avoided Salvatore’s trap but stumbled into another by moving an adjacent piece. Salvatore took his queen.
    “Check,” Salvatore murmured, referring to the game. “Well, it seems like you’ve already made up your mind on the subject. I just find it hard to believe that you go from seducing hordes of women to wanting men over one fantasy you had in my bath chambers.” He paused, something awful occurring to him. “Oh god, it wasn’t about one of us was it?” he asked, horrified.
    Allasandro burst out laughing. “Hell no! You’re all family, for gods’ sake!” Big guffaws of laughter filled the room. Druas even joined in. They sat there and laughed until tears ran down their collective faces.
    Salvatore wiped his eyes. “Wow. I needed that. Now, back to your fantasy. Was it anyone we know?”
    The laughter died off Allasandro’s face. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    Both Druas and Salvatore blinked. That was not like the carefree man that they all knew. Normally, he would make a joke out of the seriousness of any situation or something equally amusing. He looked downright solemn. Druas opened his mouth to demand an explanation, but Salvatore held up his hand for silence. He wasn’t ready.
    “Very well,” Salvatore said. He winked at his surfer-blond Ravyn. “Checkmate.”

Chapter Three

    Damian stared at the well-muscled warrior in front of him, searching for a hint of his son beneath the hardened exterior. Kalel, no, his name was Dageus now. Dageus was not the boy Damian had known six years previously. He’d truly become one of those elemental beings from the parallel universe of Demontia known as demons.
    “You’re looking at me strangely.” The warrior’s voice was soft, unsure of his welcome. It was so at odds with the tough exterior. He looked like he was stronger than Alex now.
    Damian’s office did not have the homey feeling of a living room, but Damian hadn’t really had a suitable alternative. The cool gray walls and ultramodern furniture made the