RW1 Ravyn's blood Page 2

  With a tug of his hands, Alex wrenched the annoying cloth from Kal’s body, tearing away the aggravating nylon cloth to reveal the expanse of sweet, naked skin beneath. Alex sucked in a breath of reverence as his companion lay beneath him like some fallen angel, gloriously naked and hard. He brushed a strand of deep-brunette hair from Kal’s face and kissed his lips delicately. Kal allowed him to place kisses along his jawline and down his body. He cried out as Alex nipped his lower abdomen, making the vampire smile. “Please, Alex. Master. Please!” he moaned.

  “Are you a virgin, love?” Alex breathed, sucking on Kal’s exposed hip bones a mere three inches from the throbbing bit of desire that cried for his attention. Kal groaned and convulsed as Alex delivered a hard bite to his nipple on the way to his mouth.

  “I asked you a question,” Alex reminded. His voice was sin itself. The human gave him a look that said he’d lost his mind for asking questions at a time like this. Kal looked near tears. Seconds ticked by as Kal struggled to formulate a reply. Alex decided to help him along and gave his skin a sharp nip of encouragement.

  “Yes!” he cried out as Alex sucked on the tender part of his neck above the vein. Alex chuckled at his long-in-coming answer.

  “Good,” he whispered, for some reason intensely satisfied that he was to be Kal’s first.

  “Kiss me,” Kal demanded, dragging Alex’s head up for another drugging kiss.

  Alex growled in his mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down to Kal’s toes. He felt his fangs extend, and Kal pricked his tongue on the tip. Alex sucked the injury back into his mouth, feeding off the cut and enjoying the hell out of it. God’s blood, he hadn’t fanged out like this since he was a fledgling.

  “I’m going to bite you when I fuck you,” Alex decided aloud, eliciting another moan from his consort.

  “Don’t stop,” Kal begged.

  Alex knew the taking of a virgin was a moment to be held in the upmost care, however he was too far gone to remember why it was so important. His hand went to Kal’s cock, and he pistoned his fist up and down his length, testing Kal’s reaction. Kal arched into his touch, crying out in time with every rhythmic pump of Alex’s hand on his silken shaft.

  “Mine!” Alex growled, nibbling on Kal’s hip bone as he worked. Sucking on one of his fingers, Alex let the wetness gather and then deftly ran his hand down the crack of Kal’s virgin ass. Kal bucked into his hand. Alex chuckled at his enthusiasm and began to leisurely stroke the tight ring of muscles that protected Kal’s insides from his passionate demand.

  “More,” Kal panted, almost completely incoherent. Gently, still stroking Kal’s desire, he probed the first few inches of Kal’s flesh, searching for the spot that would bring him bliss. Kal’s face was screwed up in intense concentration at Alex’s invasion. His cheeks were flushed, and little gasps were coming out of his throat involuntarily.

  Alex found what he was looking for, and the look on Kal’s face as he stroked the “G-spot” of the male genitalia was worth every moment of the ache in his loins.

  “I–I’m going to come!” Kal warned, his whole body tensing. Alex retreated, causing Kal to whimper in need.

  “I want to be inside you the first time,” he whispered huskily.

  Kal nodded in understanding.

  “Please,” he begged. “I need you now.”

  Alex chuckled. Darling little virgin didn’t understand yet.

  “I need some lubrication to get inside you,” he murmured more than a little impatiently.

  Kal looked at him, bewildered.

  Alex got a wicked grin on his face. “Meaning, suck my cock, you little imp, and get it all wet so I can slide into that tight little body of yours.”

  Obediently, Kal sat up and began to do as he was ordered.

  Kal looked almost shy from his position between Alex’s legs. He’d pushed himself up to his knees to give Kal better access. God, the first tentative stroke of his tongue nearly undid him. Control, Alex thought, trying to gain control over his raging body. Control or it will be over much too quickly. Kal quickly got the gist of what was expected of him, and like a good boy, he sucked the tip of Alex’s aching erection into his mouth, licking the slit to taste the pre-cum that was decorating the mushroomed head.

  Alex gripped his auburn hair and began to pump his hips into that talented little mouth. With each shallow thrust, he became one step closer to orgasm. When Kal reached up to stroke his sac, Alex nearly came undone.

  “Enough,” he said sternly, pushing Kal back into their previous position, except this time he was between his legs.

  He knew his cock was dripping wet from Kal’s ministrations, and as he positioned himself against the tight opening and began to push, Kal’s nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders.

  “You’re taking me like you’d take a woman,” Kal observed idiotically.

  Alex frowned. He didn’t want him to be thinking so bloody much.

  “I want to see you,” he offered, going back to his task. He smiled as he fought his way into Kal’s previously unoccupied body.

  “Relax,” he murmured unnecessarily.

  Kal was already bucking beneath him, demanding more, begging for more.

  “Oh Jesu,” Alex whispered, knowing he was in trouble. Unable to control himself a moment longer, Alex let his hips take on a jerky staccato rhythm that had them both writhing and moaning.

  “I’m sorry, Kal. Wanted to make this last. Just can’t. Feels… too good.”

  He panted in his lover’s ear. He doubted Kal heard him with the ruckus he was making. Alex felt his fangs elongate painfully and twisted Kal’s head to give him better access.

  “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Kal screamed, his cock swelling impossibly large. Alex needed no further encouragement. He struck, and stars danced beneath his eyelids.

  The boy’s blood was as intoxicating as any liquor he’d ever tasted.

  “Yes, Master. Yes. I love you!” Kal screamed, tears pouring down his face in pleasure. Alex growled against his throat, knowing he was nearing the edge. He lifted his bloody lips from the wound.

  “Come, Kal,” he commanded. “Come for me.” He returned to the wound as Kal ejaculated in unending streams against his abdomen. Two thrusts later, Alex joined him, burying his seed deep within Kal’s sweet ass.

  Chapter Two

  Coming back to reality, Kal realized that he was sitting next to a corpse in an arena with a hard-on. If that wasn’t enough of a reality check, he didn’t know what was. His sword fell from his nerveless fingers to thunk on the ground. He wouldn’t need his weapon anymore. He glanced up as the Ravyns erupted into boisterous cheers. He wished that all of his previous victories had been greeted with such enthusiasm.

  After Damian and company had ventured back into the theater and found the two together, they had halted production because Damian had been beyond pissed. He and his brother had argued violently, which led to a three-week-long feud that resulted in Kal being forbidden to go anywhere near Alex. Of course he snuck out to see him, and consequently that was what had led to him being captured by a demon slave trader and whisked away to the godforsaken land of Demontia where he had spent the last five years of his miserable life. He grimaced.

  What would Alex think? He shook his head to clear away the past. It didn’t matter. All of that was finished, and he’d learned over the years to leave his innocent bullshit understanding of the world behind him. He’d fought, stolen, lied, and killed to achieve his freedom and have a possible chance to reunite with his vampire lover. He’d be damned if he’d let anyone take that from him. All that mattered was that he was finally going to get to go home. Becoming one of the Ravyns insured his position and allowed him the means to travel the universes. He’d earned it.

  “Very well fought, little brother.” Anthony, the leader of the Ravyns, stated, giving him a much-needed help to his feet. He only managed a weak smile at the demon. Another of the brothers he had never met chuckled at his obvious weakness.

 
; “Don’t worry. Anthony will get you in such good shape that this will be a walk in the park in the future. I’m Allasandro by the way,” another Ravyn said, extending his hand to grasp Kal’s limp wrist in greeting. He smiled and gave a nod.

  “Nice to meet you,” he said in a rasping voice. Immediately Anthony pulled a pouch of water from his belt and handed it to Kal.

  “Drink, little brother.”

  He gratefully chugged the whole thing, allowing it to spill down his chin in a soothing cold wash.

  “Do you accept the position as our fifth little brother? Are you willing to give up the life you lead now to embrace a future in our brotherhood?” Druas asked after he’d gotten enough to drink. Kal thought about it and almost flinched at the half truth he had to give.

  “I do,” he said.

  He’d gladly give up his present so that in the future he could return to his past. All four brothers threw back their heads and gave blood-curdling howls at his proclamation. Germany, the youngest, slapped him on the back in congratulations.

  “Welcome, brother.”

  Is that it? Two weeks of hellish fighting, and that’s it? He grumbled to himself, praying that this wasn’t all there was to it.

  “Before we continue with initiation, we want you to meet someone,” Anthony said, gripping Kal’s arm and practically dragging him to the opening of a cave half his height, which the combatants had been forbidden to enter.

  One by one, the brothers slithered on their bellies and descended into the earth. Taking a deep breath, Kal dropped to his stomach and followed them to his fate. He dropped in darkness for endless moments before splashing down on slick cave mud. He was surprised to find himself in an ordinary-looking cave with little in it other than the obvious stalagmite.

  “This way,” Druas said gently, taking the arm that Anthony had taken.

  Mentally shrugging, Kal followed. The cave continued to widen out as they half walked, half crawled through the underground network. It only dawned on him after they’d been walking some time that there was light in the cave that extended to nowhere else.

  Druas smiled encouragingly at his observation. “This is our safe haven. The lights only react to initiated brothers and those they bring in. No normal means of light, either by magick or fire, will work here. The drop from the surface offers no way out, and the side entrance can only be found by those who already know where it is. If someone comes after us, they’d be lost in darkness forever, which is why we weed out the bad eggs from the Danse by telling you all not to come. You’d be surprised how many can’t follow that simple order.”

  Kal was chilled at the notion of being lost in a dark cave forever. He was glad he didn’t possess a curious spirit.

  Suddenly they stepped into a large open room that was well lit, more so than any part of the cave he’d seen previously. Gems glittered in the wall and on the floors. Priceless gems were thrown about like they meant nothing, scattered and forgotten in the mountain of wealth.

  “Well, what do we have here?” a voice called from above him. “Can it be our Dageus come home at last?” Kal raised his eyes and met those of a man that could’ve been his own age.

  “Who are you?” he blurted out before he could talk himself out of it.

  The man laughed. “Well, he certainly gets to the point like Dageus, doesn’t he?”

  The brothers nodded their heads in agreement and didn’t seem overly displeased at Kal’s outburst.

  “I am the Dragon Prince Salvatore Demante, heir to the dragon thrown.”

  Kal bowed without thinking, one hand tucked over his heart and the hand that hung at his side twisted with his middle and ring finger crossed. Startled, he straightened, only to see the other brothers coming out of the same pose. They all looked at him, pleased.

  “It is Dageus,” Germany said, grinning. Kal went to open his mouth to tell them no and give him his true name, but Salvatore held up a hand, and it silenced him instantly. What was going on? he wondered.

  “We’ll explain the rest after initiation,” Druas assured him as the silence stretched endlessly.

  “When is that?” he wondered aloud. Anthony smiled and tossed off his jerkin, belt, and various weapons before tackling the ties on his pants.

  “Now,” he said. “Strip.”

  Without a word, Kal did as he bid and prayed to God he wasn’t going to get gang raped.

  Kal watched the others strip off their clothes with embarrassed fascination. The Shifters that had been co-occupants with the vampires of Haven had been very casual about their nudity, but he never expected these stern warriors to be. The Jaguar Shifters had a very natural nudity. They had a peculiar way of looking completely clothed even though they were buck naked. The Ravyns looked naked, not like the animals had, as if the clothing they wore were the equivalence of putting a sweater on a dog, but like warriors who had spent the afternoon chiseling their bodies to perfection before stripping to shower off the grime.

  Kal starred down at his thin, dirty body in disgust. Next to them, he was just a boy. All of them had sculpted bodies that any man would envy, and they managed to carry it in a lean, natural fashion that spoke of physical fitness. Not an ounce of extra fat marred their torsos, and each possessed the wicked good looks of male courtesans. The thin scars that appeared randomly across their skin from previous battles were the only imperfections that he could see.

  “Um, I know this sounds bad, but can you all give me your names again?” Kal asked, struggling to remember all their addresses.

  “Of course,” Allasandro said with a big grin. “I’m Allasandro. That’s Druas, Anthony, and Germany.” He pointed to each brother in turn.

  Druas was the tallest, standing a good head above the rest. His hair was the palest gold Kal had ever seen, and he possessed the most sympathetic eyes of anyone he’d ever met. He moved with a singular grace that reminded Kal of Damian’s huge form as he danced.

  Anthony, the second tallest, was every inch the Italian aristocrat he had to have been in his other life. His hair was coal black and his skin a smooth expanse of lightly tanned flesh. He was broad chested and tended to swagger whenever he walked.

  Allasandro was a shorter, thicker version of the other two, standing only an inch or so taller than Kal but twice as wide in the shoulders. He also had blond hair, but his was more suited for the beach than the icy tone that Druas’s had. He seemed to be stomping wherever he went, and his total lack of grace caused Kal to smile.

  The final member of the fraternity was Germany, who wasn’t particularly tall or short and was thin like Kal but moved with a deadly motion that made the fine hairs on Kal’s arms stand up. His hair was pitch black and hung about his shoulders. It made him look like a brooding poet on the cover of a romance novel. Strangely, they all shared twin pairs of metallic golden eyes that were rimmed in red. Kal shivered. God, these were beautiful and deadly men.

  Anthony watched as Kal glanced down on his pale thin body in dismay. “You’re thin, but it won’t be hard to pack on some muscle once you get used to a regular diet. Demontia is not forgiving in either her climate or her people.” The warrior soothed. He looked up and down Kal’s body and gave a nod of approval. “Even with the struggle you seem to have managed well. You’ve got good definition to your muscles, and your thighs are firm and thick. It won’t be a struggle to get you into the shape you need to be. Try not to worry over it.” He didn’t wait for Kal’s acknowledgement of his complimentary comments. He just turned and starting chatting with the other Ravyns as they all readied themselves for whatever they were doing next.

  Kal continued to stare down at his own body, trying to figure out what Anthony was talking about, only to come to the startling realization that they were getting ready to leave.

  “Where are we going?” he asked Salvatore, jogging to catch up to the group.

  The demon Prince smiled, his eyes shining. He looked the least human out of the bunch. He was tall with cream-colored skin that was so pale the blue
veins were faintly visible beneath the flesh, his eyes were red, not deep auburn but true red, and his hair was the color of rubies. He looked ethereal.

  “We’re going to the ritual baths. They lie in the center of the cavern and are used to cleanse us for the ceremony,” Salvatore offered.

  Kal narrowed his eyes suspiciously but held his tongue. This was indeed his last chance to get home. He couldn’t risk being hesitant.

  “Come on, little brother! God’s blood, you’re slow!” Germany crowed, giving a whoop of laughter as Anthony gripped his waist and tried to muscle his way toward an apology. They roughhoused for a few minutes, and the other Ravyns laughed at their display. The easy affection between them warmed Kal’s heart. He felt like a weary traveler finally arriving at home. He was Odysseus, and this was his odyssey.

  Kal walked in silence beside Salvatore, who offered him a little history on the founding of the brotherhood. He was fascinated by the unique trials and tribulations of the sect of men who’d become personal bodyguards and companions for generations of demons. Demons lived a long time, so it was even more impressive. Kal cringed as he felt a pang of guilt at the thought of using the nicest people he’d met since arriving in Demontia for his own ends. He banished his guilt. He had to go home.

  “Look,” Salvatore commanded, pulling Kal from his bleak thoughts. At last they’d arrived at the pools. The sight was one of the most beautiful he had ever encountered. Water splashed down smooth gray rocks from impossible heights above their heads to the indented pool below. Showers of clean water continuously filled it from the dozen or so miniwaterfalls, which created an enchanting sight. The center “fountain” was more like a wall of water that was big enough to encompass all five of the brothers as well as Salvatore. Kal took a hesitant step into the pool at their urgings and found the water pleasantly warm.