Revo's Property (3 page)

Hell.
Revo
considered the in-built DNA all shifters carried that enabled them to instantly
recognize their mate pure bullshit. Instant love wasn’t a concept most men like
him believed in. Once outside the stinking roadhouse,
Revo
spat on the hard ground, and raised a hand to shield his eyes against the sun.

His bike kicked up more dust as
Ezra directed it back to the highway.
Revo
smirked,
and began to take off his leather jacket and kick off his shoes. The sleek
machine sputtered like a dying monster under Ezra’s direction. He’d tear out
the throat of any poor bastard who touched his bike, but he supposed Ezra could
be an exception.

Watching Ezra’s slender back
disappearing with his machine,
Revo
decided this
wasn’t instant love. There was nothing soft or sentimental about what he felt
for his mate. No. Stripped bare of all pretensions, all he’d been left with was
the carnal and animal instinct to possess
—to
own Ezra,
both body and soul. Fully nude now,
Revo
let his
beast takeover. Fur rippled across his human skin. Bones popped. Landing
gracefully on all fours,
Revo
raised his great gray
head and let out a howl of challenge. The hunt was on.

Chapter Three

Ezra nearly let go of the handlebars
of the bike when he heard the bone-chilling howl behind him. All the hairs in
his back stood up. Heart hammering painfully against his chest, he desperately
kicked at the pedals, urging the machine to go faster. The imposing piece of
metal refused to listen, stubborn like its damn owner.

“Run, damn you!”

God. He needed to get the hell away
from
Revo
. Put as much distance as possible between
him and the crazy asshole.

What kind of a name was
Revo
anyway? Oh, Ezra heard rumors of the VP and beta of
the Hellhounds MC. None of them sounded pleasant, but none of them ever
mentioned what
Revo
looked like. Certainly not a
piece of walking man candy with the soul of a monster.

It prickled at him the way
Revo
trapped him against the table. Sniffed at him like he
was a juicy piece of meat, but damn, Ezra couldn’t deny
Revo’s
charm. Every inch of the inked and hulking werewolf biker screamed bad, wild,
and dangerous.
Revo
could have easily wrapped his
large scarred hands around his scrawny neck and never mind strangling him to
death, he’d crush Ezra’s windpipe without much effort.

Why
didn’t he?

“Certainly not what you’re
thinking, stupid. He wants to hunt you down. The fucking sick bastard gets off
on this,” Ezra muttered to himself.

Fuck.
Getting entangled in a mess with one of Wolf County’s protectors hadn’t been
his intention. What he told
Revo
had only been the
partial truth, because he knew werewolves could sniff out lies like a
bloodhound.

Ezra and his twin, Echo, always
hunted in pairs. Conceived from a one-night stand between a mortal woman and an
incubus father, Echo and he had been outsiders all their lives. No thriving
community in the post-apocalyptic era—supernatural, mortal, or mixed, wanted
them. They learned early to be scavengers. To survive and employ whatever
deceitful means to survive, drifting from settlement to settlement and taking
nibbles before moving on.

There was a misconception they fed
on lust and drained the life force of their victims, but that wasn’t true. They
could control their hungers like vampires or shifters. Usually anyway.
Somewhere along the way, Echo decided he was sick of living on scraps. He led
him a merry chase all across the West Territories, the lands controlled by
various shifter groups, from Kat
Kountry
to Wolf
County, and if he didn’t catch up to him soon, Echo would wind up dead. Echo
was his only living blood left, his only family.

Hell, they shared a womb.

His heart rate shot up when he
caught sight of something huge and furry bounding right behind him through the
bike’s mirrors.
Revo
.

“Jesus Christ, is that even a
wolf?” Ezra nearly choked on his words the closer
Revo
came. The freaking size of a horse,
Revo
was the
largest wolf he’d ever seen. Hearing the scrap of teeth on the back of the bike
once or twice, made Ezra jump. He floored the pedals, silently rejoicing when
the bike purred to life.

Revo
let
out a warning growl behind him, easily catching up to him without breaking a
sweat.

“Shit.” Ezra turned his head just
in time to see an enormous monstrous shadow leaping at him. The impact sent
both of them flying through the air. Ezra screamed. His back hit the cracked
road, sending a bolt of pain down his spine, but he had worse problems. Fuck.
Revo
was heavy.

Revo
growled down at him, jaws snapping, showing Ezra impressive rows of teeth.
Razor-sharp claws delicately settled on his chest and thighs. Ezra winced,
expecting them to descend and rip his flesh any moment. He hesitantly opened
his eyes to see intelligent amber eyes peering at him.

No pain. No violence, just like
what happened at the roadhouse.

“What do you want from me?” Ezra
managed to whisper, keeping still when
Revo
closed
his mouth and sniffed at him again. “If this is some sick game, get on with it
already.”

Revo’s
claws retracted. Fur disappeared and features reformed. Ezra had his fill of
Revo
not long ago, but the effect
Revo
had on him hadn’t faded one bit. Short, dark hair, a face nicked with slight
stubble and tiny scars, and an intense golden gaze seared into his. The hunger
there should have frightened any other sensible man, but logic flew out the
window when the thin texture of his shirt touched the firm planes of
Revo’s
body.

Ezra let out a sound, not one of
protest, as
Revo
jerked his arms above his head. He
should be struggling, fighting like an animal, not moaning like some bitch in
heat. Ezra wanted his hands free, so he could rip away his shirt. Feel all that
golden flesh layered with sweat, muscle and black ink colliding against his.

“What are you doing to me? I should
be the one casting the spell, not you,” Ezra whispered.
Revo
said nothing. Ezra didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what sort of images
ran through his head.

Ezra resorted to pleading. Not his
best moment, but an incubus did what he could to survive. “Please.”

“What exactly are you begging me
for, Ezra?”

Revo
said
his name, wrapped his lips around the syllables like it was something edible.
Sensual. Erotic.

“Please don’t kill me,” Ezra
pleaded.

“Killing you is the last thing I
want to do.”

“What do you intend to do with me
then?”

A smile appeared on the corner of
Revo’s
mouth. Damn. He really was a beautiful monster.

“You’re the incubus. Why don’t you
tell me?”

Ezra tentatively reached for
Revo’s
aura. Like a child fumbling in the dark, Ezra grew
terrified of what he would find. The truth he refused to acknowledge, but it
lurked there nonetheless. Desperate want, mindless and vast, palpable it was
almost painful.

Fear dissipated at the absence of
malice. There was no denying what
Revo
—a dangerous
and natural born killer, a hard man who craved excitement and violence for
kicks, but a man nonetheless—wanted.

Desire fell on his area of
expertise. It stumped Ezra why he only noticed the miniscule details now
.
T
he way the small rocks and gravel dug into his back, the heat
of the sun bearing down on them, and the caress of desert wind blowing across
their bodies like a warm caress.

Tension rose between their bodies.
The world narrowed its focus to the man above him. Droplets of
Revo’s
sweat dripped down his shirt. Ezra became more aware
of
Revo’s
thick erection pressing against his belly
and his own needy cock straining painfully against his jeans.

His fingers itched to touch
something. Anything.

Was Ezra really going to let naked
werewolf biker fuck him in the open road? What if a car drove by?

Ezra wasn’t a prude by any means,
but hadn’t done anything like this. He hated the fact he needed to feed on sex,
but he enjoyed having a warm body against his because nothing in the world made
him feel so alive. Most encounters always ended up in dark and secret corners,
which sometimes made him feel like some dirty little secret. Tainted and unfit
for daylight hours, yet
Revo
didn’t give a second
thought about taking him in the open, as if he didn’t give a fuck about what
the world thought.

God. What a fucked up way of
thinking, but Ezra was done second-guessing himself. Chasing after Echo without
rest and worrying to death, he was tired. He needed this.

Unable to help himself any longer,
he began to reach for
Revo’s
length. He needed to
feel
Revo’s
need in the flesh, to feed and sate his
own hunger.
Revo
caught his fingers, the strength in
them a reminder he could easily overpower Ezra. Easily hurt him for real, but
Ezra knew he wouldn’t. A sliver of excitement crept down his spine.

“I can smell your arousal, but
let’s first get something straight,”
Revo
said.

“What?” Ezra demanded.

“I don’t get off fucking the
unwilling. I want to hear it from your lips.”

“My consent? You have it.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

Egoistic
bastard.
“I want you. Please fuck me? That good enough?”

“Next time I can do
without the
snark
, but it will do this time.”

Chapter Four

Revo
leaned in close. He ran the bridge of his crooked nose up the column of Ezra’s
throat. His tongue flicked out, catching his beaded sweat, tasting the salt of
his skin. Every little thing he did sent jolts of electricity right to Ezra’s
chest and groin. Fuck. Ezra squirmed, wanting to go fast, but
Revo
pinned both his hands above his head. He groaned.

Revo
nipped at his left earlobe, wrangling a moan from him. His breath was warm
against Ezra’s neck. “I’m the one in control here, is that clear?”

“Crystal.” Dominant werewolves and
their damn obsession with control, but Ezra didn’t mind. Hell, he liked being
submissive in the bedroom, but he would keep his guard up. Ezra wouldn’t just
let some random stranger lead him to dark places without making sure he could
back out anytime he wanted. Trusting anyone in Pre-Fall times equated to
suicide.

Ezra lost his train of thoughts
when
Revo
did something no one had ever done before.
The unexpected. He mashed his lips with his. All tongue and teeth and no
finesse, grinding his body against his. Ezra froze as the fierce and sharp
taste of
Revo
flooded into his mouth.

Pre-Fall and Post-Fall, no one
kissed an incubus on the mouth. Most men and women were only interested in his
body and Ezra finally understood why. There was something terribly intimate
about the gesture, a danger of being undone. Ezra responded, opening his mouth
wider to let
Revo’s
prodding tongue in.

Revo
released his lips. Ezra panted, eyes wide. His heart beat so loudly against his
chest he knew
Revo
could hear it. Keeping Ezra’s
hands restrained with one hand,
Revo
used his other
to furiously unbuckle his belt.

“Wait. Please.”

The word “please” did the trick.
Revo
paused, looking annoyed. “What the fuck, did you
change your mind? I gave you a choice and there’s no turning back. Once I
start, I won’t stop.”

“No. I understand. Believe me, the
last thing I want to do is stop. It’s just
—
can I ask why
you did that? Kiss me?”

Ezra swallowed. The last thing he
wanted was to spoil the mood.

“Fuck. You want to have a bloody
heart-to-heart talk? Spare me.”
Revo
growled.

His words prickled at Ezra. “If
this is how you treat all your boyfriends and lovers, I’m not surprised you’re
still single, wolf.”

Ezra cringed the moment his words
spilled out without thinking.
Revo’s
grip on his arms
loosened.
Revo
disarmed him with a toothy grin.
“Boyfriends? Don’t know the word. I don’t do shit like relationships. I see
what I want. Take what I want.”

The hiss of his leather belt slid
from his belt loops. Ezra squirmed. “Then why did you kiss me?”

“I want to taste all of you, the
whole package.”

“I thought all you did was casual
fucking.”

Revo
practically ripped his favorite shirt off his chest. Ezra’s pulse leaped to the
surface of his skin at the contact of leather on flesh. Alarm bells should have
rung the moment
Revo
began to loop the belt around
his wrists, but they didn’t.

Besides, Ezra needed this. To let go.
His instincts never failed him before, and it told him a man whose first move
was to kiss didn’t intend him harm, for the moment at least. The present was
all that mattered, not the past, or the consequences of “after.”

The smug look
Revo
gave him made his cheeks flush. “Like being tied up, don’t you?”

“Yeah a little, but being tied and
fucked in the middle of the road by a naked biker for anyone to see? That’s my
ultimate fantasy,” Ezra said sarcastically, wondering how far he could push
Revo
. “Have you always been an exhibitionist?”

“Do us both a favor and shut the
hell up, or I’ll gag you.” At the threat in his tone, Ezra bit back another
smart retort. With both hands free,
Revo
quickly
unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and practically tore the denim when he
yanked them off together with his boxers.

“
Revo
.”
Annoyance flashed in
Revo’s
eyes. “Um. I have lube
and a packet of condoms in my back pocket.”

This time, one eyebrow rose, but
Revo
didn’t demand an explanation.

Ezra sighed. “I’m clean. Incubi
can’t catch anything, but just in case, you know.”

“Good to know. Shifters too.” Ezra
had been with a couple of shifters before, so he knew
Revo
hadn’t been lying.

Revo
didn’t bother fishing for the lube and condom. He drew out his cock, which
already stood at half-mast.
Revo
curled large
callused fingers at his base, before his tongue flicked at the pre-cum gathered
at his tip.

First
Revo
kissed him on the mouth, and now a blowjob? Stunned, Ezra pressed his lips
uncertainly, not wanting to interrupt. Gods. Ezra couldn’t remember the last
time anyone focused on his pleasure. He usually got himself off, and Ezra never
expected a man like
Revo
, a man who could have anyone
he wanted, to be this good at giving head.

Ezra writhed each time
Revo’s
wet tongue touched him, but
Revo
easily kept his legs still.
Revo
took his time,
exploring the length of him, licking and nibbling, and Ezra nearly came even
before
Revo
took him in his mouth.

Revo
paused from his task to say, “Your orgasm belongs to me. Don’t try me.”

Ezra managed a ragged answer, “I
understand.”

Revo
finally took his length between his lips, applying suction with every torturous
inch he covered. Ezra’s body buckled against the hard surface. His bound hands
strained to be free, to sink themselves into
Revo’s
hair.

Distinctively, he heard wheels
crunching on gravel. They must have given the beat-up mustang an eyeful, but
the car didn’t stop. Maybe it was
Revo
and his bike.
Maybe the folks here were used to the sight of the Hellhounds MC doing whatever
they wanted. Ezra couldn’t care less.

“Please,” Ezra murmured when the
pressure became too much. “
Revo
, please.”

Revo
drew
out of him, his eyes the color of molten gold. Ezra gasped when he slid his
hand up his length, and began pumping him. Up and down, slow and steady. It
drove him insane and made him spill more pleas and make more promises.

“Come all over my fingers,”
Revo
commanded. “Do it. Now.”

Ezra did with a long sigh. His
entire body shuddered as strings of his cum spilled into
Revo’s
hand and his chest. Waves of pleasure drowned his body. His breath rattled, his
heart couldn’t keep still.

“Holy fuck,” he said hoarsely
after.

Revo
grinned at him, ran a possessive hand down his inner thigh. “I want to fuck
your face,” he said bluntly.

Ezra eyed his steel-hard member,
imagined how he would taste, and licked his lips. “I’ll be happy to return the
favor.”

Revo
straddled his face, but despite his bulk, Ezra saw the careful way he
positioned himself. He eagerly opened his mouth when
Revo
pressed his tip to his lips. Ezra tasted salt, wolf musk and the desert on him.
He smelled so fucking male.

Remembering the delicious torment
Revo
put him through, Ezra put all his experience into
practice, not surprised
Revo
took over. Ezra opened
his jaws wider, gagged at first then relaxed his throat to accommodate
Revo’s
thick and long cock. After Ezra was used to his
size,
Revo
began thrusting into him, slow at first,
before building momentum.

“Fuck, Ezra. Your mouth feels so
good,”
Revo
said with panting breaths. He thrust into
his mouth several times, before pulling away and loosening his load over his
chest.
Revo
got off him and used his shirt to clean
both of them up.

“What now?” Ezra asked uncertainly.

Revo
frowned. “Don’t know yet.”

“Jesus, man. You don’t know?”

Revo
freed
his wrists from his restraints. Ezra bit his bottom lip. He didn’t like
unwritten scripts, or being uncertain of the role he played. Echo had been the
reckless one and
Revo
was clearly a guy who didn’t
give a shit about tomorrows.
Revo’s
grip on his wrists
tightened. He frowned down at Ezra, then stroked thoughtfully at the marks left
by the belt on his left wrist, then licked at his pulse.

It’s moments like these that
confused Ezra. How
Revo
could switch from crude, rude
and rough, to unexpectedly tender. His unpredictability pushed at all of Ezra’s
wrong buttons. Sex was one thing, but whatever this was, it felt like a
dangerous prelude to something Ezra couldn’t yet name.

“I’m not just going to leave you
hanging, Ezra. We’re in this shit together, whether you like it or not. My
alpha and club president want you dead, but if you’re my property no one’s
going to harm you. ”

“Why would you do something like
that? Go against your brothers and your club?”

Ezra let out a sound when
Revo
growled down his face, until their noses touched. “I’m
not going against my club. I’m a Hellhound. This is my life. The only kind of
life I love. I’m only asserting my rights. If you become my bitch no one’s
going to touch you but me.”

Vaguely, Ezra heard more noise in
the background.

“Do you have to be so crude?” Ezra
demanded, although from
Revo’s
dirty mouth, “bitch”
passably sounded like a term of endearment.

Revo
grinned, the movement stretching the slight scar on the left side of his jaw.
Ezra didn’t know why he opened his mouth, tongued the little imperfection from
tip to end. His lips brushed against harsh stubble, and tasted motor oil, wolf
musk and leather. Hell, did he just rub his scent all over
Revo
like a territorial cat, the way
Revo
marked him?
Worse, just rubbing skin had been enough to create sparks, to make his cock
twitch and come to life.

“So hard for me so soon, baby?”

“I thought I was your bitch?” Holy
shit, was Ezra seriously flirting with
Revo
when he
should be looking for Echo?

Ezra might be an incubus, but all
he’d ever really been was a shade of his twin. Echo shone. Turned heads, in a
roomful of people and had no trouble reducing them to animals fueled by lust.
Terrified of his own abilities, all dependable and responsible Ezra could do
was cast a shadow. Ezra was sick of being the good boy, of cleaning up Echo’s
messes. Besides, in a way, by winning
Revo
over, Ezra
somehow turned the gaze of the Hellhounds from Echo, but could he handle the
attention from
Revo
?

“Oh, you’re both.”

Engines and voices crackled in the
background like radio static.
Revo
started stroking
his needy member, whittling down Ezra’s interest in his surroundings.

Someone let out a low whistle. Bike
engines continued to rumble. Boots crunched on gravel. Ezra’s skin crawled, his
inner demon shrieked inside him, sounding a warning bell in his head.

“Nice,
Revo
.
Are you going to share your prize with your brothers, or keep that sweet ass to
yourself?”