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

not salivating. His ensemble tonight ended in tight, aged, designer jeans that were frayed in strategic places. He was breathtaking.
    “Hiya, good lookin’,” the bartender drawled. In their conversations, Salvatore had learned that the accent was one of America’s southern region’s dialects. His bartender was apparently from Georgia. Wherever that was.
    “Hi,” Salvatore greeted, leaning forward in his seat.
    “What can I getcha?” he asked. “Your usual?”
    “Actually, I’d like something sweeter, if you please. A Jack and Coke isn’t what I’m wanting.” Salvatore switched up his drink choice just to get him talking. He loved listening to him talk. His punk rock sex god was impossible not to stare at, but when he talked, he was positively…what was the word Ally used all the time? Fuckable. That was it. He was positively fuckable. His eyes drifted down the other man’s lean frame of their own volition.
    “Last time I checked, darlin’, the drink menu was not in my jeans.” The bartender laughed at him. Salvatore had the gall to wonder if that was a viable drinking option. He would definitely not mind taking whatever fluid he could get off of the bartender’s tight body. He noticed the sudden bulge in the bartender’s jeans as he continued to stare. “Stop thinking about getting me naked,” he murmured softly.
    Salvatore blushed. Gods, had he really been staring so rudely at the man? Sometimes he wondered about himself.
    “How about some Dragon Berry punch?” the bartender asked suddenly, changing the conversation.
    “What’s in it?” Salvatore asked, grateful for the change in topic.
    “It’s pretty simple. It has Dragon Berry rum and cranberry juice. It’s a really sweet drink. Goes down pretty smooth and has a great taste.”
    Salvatore nodded. “Sounds great.”
    A few minutes later his bartender sat his drink on a napkin in front of him and went to check on the rest of his customers. The club wasn’t busy yet because it was still early, nine o’clock. In another two hours Salvatore would lose his chance to confront his bartender because the place would be slammed. He took a sip of his drink.
    “How is it?” His bartender had returned.
    Salvatore nodded. “Not bad.” He paused. “Tell me your name.”
    The bartender smiled cheekily. “I think not, darlin’. It’s sexier when it’s mysterious. You know?”
    The Demon Prince shook his head and asked again. “Please, just tell me your name.”
    The smile faded to be replaced by a frown. “What do you want it to be? Boyfriend? Lover?” So he had been aware that Salvatore had been interested. The minx.
    “I want you to be called my destiny,” Salvatore said formally. He instantly wanted to kick himself. He sounded like a love-besotted idiot. Oh wait…he was a love besotted idiot.
    “All right. Destiny it is then. Call me Destin for short.”
    Salvatore let out an inhuman growl that had the humans close to him scooting back from the bar. His Destiny held his ground.
    “You need to settle down,” the bartender said bravely.
    Salvatore felt instant embarrassment. He blushed. “I’m sorry. I…” He sighed. “I’ll be right back.” He scooted back from the bar and went toward the booth where the guys he’d come in with waited for him.

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    Destin noticed that the vampires who worked as bouncers followed him closely with their ever-vigilant gazes. It was odd. The persistent beauty didn’t feel vampire or shifter, but he definitely felt “other.” As the King of Faery, Destin should’ve been able to tell what, but the identity eluded him. It was one of the reasons that he’d avoided giving Salvatore his name on multiple occasions. There were certain creatures which could use a name like his to command him to do their bidding. No matter how horrible or against his morals.
    He absently picked up a glass and started cleaning it. It was already dry, but the constant motion with his hands helped his nerves. Destin