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

had always been hyperaware of the emotions of the handsome, red-eyed man who practically stalked him at Daylight. Tonight he’d been experiencing nervousness, tenderness, and no small amount of lust. It was a potent, sexy mix.
    If he were at home, Destin would’ve taken Salvatore into his bed and let the beauty fuck him until neither of them could move the next day. But he wasn’t at home and Salvatore wasn’t Fae, and fucking him was sure as hell not safe. He couldn’t afford to lose his heart to an Earthbound creature that wouldn’t be able to come and go from Underhill as Destin did.
    People who came to Faery couldn’t leave Faery, and in time they grew to resent the person who took them there to begin with. His ex-Consort Terren had been a prime example. The kindest thing he had done was infect him with the shifter’s curse, lycanthropy, and erase his memory, and set him back on Earth. He still came into the bar with pack members upon occasion, and Destin would watch him from afar, grateful to know that, despite being separated from him and unaware that they shared a history, Terren would retain his near immortality and was seemingly perfectly content in his new life.
    Yes. It was good that he kept Salvatore at arm’s length because Destin knew how easy it would be to fall for a great guy like him. He was handsome, charming, and polite. The near-loss of his temper a moment ago was unusual and showed the depth of his feelings more than anything else. He didn’t just want Destin for a night or even one date. He wanted to take and possess and cherish the Fae King like no other had done before him. The temptation was almost unbearable.
    “Are you well, my lord?” The voice that sounded barely intelligible over its hissing quality sounded to his right. He glanced up to see one of his personal bodyguards hovering a foot off the ground. They called his guards “shadows” for a reason. They were invisible to everyone but him and his King-Consort. They were wraiths, bound to him by a royal decree by his mother, the Fae Queen Amarillo, who ruled the land of light and laughter, the realm of Faery which existed in a layer of the Earth realm.
    He was the King of Underhill, the Summer Court. The realm that existed before Earth was even formed. It was an old kingdom and one that was a rough-and-tumble place because of the primitive magicks that fueled it. His mother had left eons ago for finer, more delicate realms. But when Destin had come of age, he’d returned to it and taken his own Court with him, and he’d ruled there ever since.
    “I’m doing fine. Clearly,” he reassured the shadow. The other guard, Naut, was out there in the crowd somewhere but stayed hidden. “I’m fixing to go on my fifteen-minute break.”
    “Are you feeding well, my lord?” the shadow pressed. “You’re looking a little pale and shaken. Shall we fetch you a particularly strong-feeling human to satisfy you? Naut noticed a young man whose wife left him a little earlier. I’m sure he’d be an excellent food source if you would like the flavor of sadness. I also saw a girl who has just graduated from some human school who is feeling joy particularly strong. Lust isn’t a hard emotion to scare up around here, either,” he added slyly. “Especially if you would happen to feed on that young man who was sitting here earlier. You know the one I mean. The pretty, red-haired one.”
    Destin shook his head. “That would be a bad idea, and stop prying. It isn’t polite. That pretty, red-haired man needs to stay away from me, and I from him. He’s the last thing I…” He paused because he was going to say “want” but, like the legends said, his kind couldn’t lie. “He’s a complication that I don’t need right now.”
    “Shall we take care of him, my lord?” the shadow asked. The way they moved was a little disturbing, undulating like a vapor snake.
    “Not presently,” Destin said. He couldn’t say never because whatever he