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

excellent suggestion,” Tony approved. This was also unusual. Tony hated taking Salvatore out. “A little celebration is in order, for sure.”
    Just then there was a knock on the door, and Druas let himself in. “Hey, guys, how’d it go?” He glanced at the other Ravyns’ smiling faces and gave a whoop of laughter. “Hell yes! Celebrate?”
    “You read my mind, bro,” Ally drawled. He was beaming. “Daylight?” he asked, referring to Alexander’s club.
    “Daylight!” The others echoed. Salvatore stared at the group helplessly. For once he didn’t feel like going out. It looked like he would be keeping his word to his concubines after all…

Chapter Three

    The Ravyns were in especially jovial moods tonight. Even the normally stoic Tony was smiling softly as they piled out of the SUV and shuffled toward the VIP line in the side alley that ran beside the club. It was always a short line. As soon as the vampire bouncers saw Alex’s husband, Dageus, standing in line, they ushered them all forward past disappointed faces and a few scowls. When the Master vampire’s spouse showed up, everyone lost their place in line. It was a nice perk.
    Damian, his Ravyn Allasandro’s fiancé, flashed into existence beside them as they filed into the door. He backed his lover up into the pitch-black corner, and they disappeared from view for a few hot seconds.
    “Oh, for the love of the gods,” Tony grumbled. He opened his mouth to deliver a scathing remark, but Salvatore silenced him.
    “Enough. Leave them be. The club is safe. Grab your beer and a table, and I’ll join you in a bit.” The Demon Prince walked steadily toward the bar where he knew his bartender would be working tonight. The fact that he knew his schedule and beelined for him every time they hit the club would’ve probably been considered stalking in multiple states, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was never too forward or obvious about it and always extremely polite and respectful. He didn’t know how else to be.
    “Salvatore.” His younger cousin, Theron, grabbed his arm, his gaze darting around wildly. He was the newest addition to his band of merry men and still wasn’t used to their life on Earth. “Is it safe to be wandering about by yourself?”
    Salvatore petted his arm soothingly. “Of course. Daylight is the safest place in the city outside Alex’s house. I promise. If there was any danger, my Ravyns wouldn’t let either of us out of their sight.” He gestured to the table where his Ravyns were seated, loudly talking with one another as they passed around a pitcher of beer. “Go sit with them and try and relax. You’ll feel safer among them.” He didn’t know why Theron had agreed to come out with him. The younger demon didn’t really seem like the type to hit the club on a nightly basis. He was pretty reserved for royalty.
    He sidled up to the bar and smiled when the bartender of his dreams immediately came to him. His black hair was done up in fashionable spikes tonight, making him look impish. His wide white smile was framed with kissable lips which had two metal hoops off-center on his bottom one. His brow was pierced as well, along with his ears and, because Salvatore had stared enough to notice, pierced nipples that showed faintly through his tight Ed Hardy muscle shirt. Tattoos of trees decorated his arms, one tree in the thick of summer, full of greenery and scattered wildlife, and the other in the last vestiges of fall with bright orange, yellow, and brown leaves falling around it. Crows sat among the branches of that tree. Six of them to be precise. It had amused Salvatore when he’d first seen it. The roots of both trees traveled down his arms, forearms, and circled around his wrists.
    His body was thin but graceful, and he stood almost a foot shorter than most of his Ravyns, topping five five at most. What muscle he did have was ripped and tight. When he bent over behind the bar, Salvatore often had a hard time