Revo's Property (4 page)

Chapter Five

Ezra began to squirm, kick
Revo
off him, the in-built urge for flight triggered.

“Do as I say, or this shit will go
south fast,”
Revo
hissed in his ear.

Revo
got
off him and it took all of Ezra not to break into a run after
Revo
helped him up. Besides, if he ran, what would that
say? He was guilty as charged, and had something to hide? Besides, where would
he run? The little hide-and-seek game he played with
Revo
moments ago taught Ezra he had practically zero chances of outrunning a
Hellhound, let alone four.

Three enormous men in ink and
leather, all wearing the Hellhounds patch, formed a loose semi-circle around
them. The first man, copper-skinned, head shaved, and sporting multiple piercings,
had an enormous
spiderweb
tattoo that stretched from
neck to collarbone. The other two men, tall, tanned with dirty blond hair and faded
blue eyes, looked like brothers, the only thing differentiating them were their
ink and the large scar cutting across the nose of one brother.

“What the hell, Spider, Reaper, and
Sweet? Mace thought I couldn’t handle this situation myself?”

He assumed Spider was the one with
the web tattoo, Reaper and Sweet the brothers. Nicknames were earned and had
meaning, Ezra didn’t doubt.
Revo
wasn’t his werewolf
protector’s real name either. Ezra’s stomach lurched, all his mustered
confidence ebbing away.

What the hell made him think he
could play ball in
Revo’s
world? Just because
Revo
proved to be decent man, the compliment didn’t, and
couldn’t extend to his brothers.

The three bikers all carried the
same scent as
Revo
. Each screamed of the promise of
violence and danger, wolf musk and pack, bloodlust and a dark need of a
different sort. Ezra didn’t need to extend his senses and feel for their aura.
The color was jet black, like the look in their eyes. These were the kind of
men Echo always warned him to stay away from. The kind you couldn’t simply say
no to, because they’d take without asking anyway.

Ezra hastily pulled up his jeans,
instinctively hid behind
Revo
like a frightened
child, but Ezra didn’t care how cowardly the action appeared. His sense of
self-preservation, choosing the battles he could win, allowed him to live this
long in Post-Fall times. Ezra buried his nose into the curve of
Revo’s
spine, felt
Revo
tense,
but he didn’t shove Ezra away. Unlike these men,
Revo
smelled of confidence, power, and safety—absurd as that sounded.
Revo
didn’t seem bothered he was the only one there without
clothes.

“You know it isn’t like that,
brother.” Spider scratched at his head. “Mace is just concerned, you know.
Everyone knows you have a healthy appetite for cock and pussy, so you’re not
the ideal guy to go up against an incubus.”

“We should have known you didn’t
need us though.” One of the brothers, the one with the scar, the same guy who
asked if
Revo
intended to share, chuckled. “Don’t
know how the fuck you did it, but you managed to tame the sweet-looking boy.
You sure this is the incubus, Reaper?”

Reaper nodded. “Smell’s the same
one we found in all the orgy sites, although his scent is a little strange. A
bit off and weak.”

“I expected, I don’t know,
something more. Not some
twink
who looks no different
from the rent boys who hang out at the club.”

Revo
growled in his throat. Ezra practically felt the rumble vibrate against him,
the ink of
Revo’s
back muscles rippling with
protective rage. He didn’t see Sweet move, but he felt a large hand clamped on
his wrist, tugging him, separating him from
Revo
.

“You must be a dirty little
pervert, letting
Revo
fuck you in the open,” Sweet
said, his breath warm against Ezra’s neck.

Ezra twisted away, repulsed by
Sweet’s touch. Goose bumps broke across the skin of his wrist as Sweet’s eyes
narrowed, human-blue irises turning beast-amber. Sweet yanked him closer,
pushed a hand down his unbuttoned jeans and reached for his cock. The next
moment, Ezra’s skin tasted the dry desert air of Wolf County.

Revo
came
between Ezra and Sweet. He shoved Sweet away, fingers digging into Sweet’s
wrist so hard Ezra heard something crack. Sweet snarled, but
Revo
wasn’t done.

“Look at him that way again and
I’ll rip out your cock and balls and shove it down your mouth. Touch him again
and I’ll fucking tear out your throat, brother.”
Revo’s
words hardly sounded more like an animal growl than human. “We fucking clear?”

“What the hell,
Revo
?
Get the fuck away from my brother.” Reaper snarled, and lunged forward, but
Spider grabbed the collar of his jacket.

“Look what the incubus is fucking
doing to you assholes. Stop fighting amongst yourselves,” Spider hissed. “The
twink
probably messed with
Revo’s
head, Sweet.”

“Ezra didn’t mess with my head. You
think I’m fucking weak?”
Revo
thundered, making him
seem all the more frightening.

Ezra cringed away, but when
Revo’s
gaze shifted to him, it softened slightly, but only
for a fraction of a second. Ezra understood. To survive in
Revo’s
world, to keep Echo and
he
alive, he needed to play
his part. Even though Ezra shook, he pressed himself to
Revo’s
side, and curled his arms his thick bicep.

“Ezra? Your pretty toy has a name?
Look at you,
Revo
. Pussy whipped by a faggot.” Sweet
spat out a wad of blood. “You think you can take us, beta? Both my brother and
I?”

“It won’t come to that. Look at the
boy. He’s practically shivering. Spider’s right. We don’t need to fight,”
Reaper said. He looked hard at
Revo
, clearly still
pissed
Revo
hurt his brother and Ezra had a feeling
he wouldn’t be letting this one go. Rumors said the Hellhounds never left a
score unsettled. “You sure you’re in control of this situation,
Revo
? You’re the club VP and pack beta, and you’ve never
led us astray. Say the fucking word, and I’ll believe you.”

“I’m in control. Ezra is mine. No
one can touch him without my permission, is that understood?”

“You’re staking your claim on him?
You’ve never done that with any of the club whores,” Sweet said with narrowed
eyes. “What makes this boy so special?”

Revo
shrugged. “What can I say? Do I need a fucking reason? He’s my bitch now.”

“Fine, if things were that simple,
but you explain to Mace why you’re bringing home the incubus you’re supposed to
kill,” Spider told him, then eyed his naked form up and down. “You bringing him
to the club house, or were you planning something else?”

“Club house is exactly where we’re
going,”
Revo
said.

Sweet snorted. Reaper continued
staring down at Ezra with silent, cold eyes. Ezra shivered and decided looking
at
Revo
was his safest option. All predators in his
opinion were alike. Show them you were harmless and most of the time, they no
longer saw you as a threat, or least Ezra hoped so.

“Fine. We found your crumpled
clothes at the Dancing Bitch.” Spider tossed the bundle at
Revo
,
the implication clear.
Everyone here
knows you’re lying.

Revo
showed him teeth. “We were playing a game. Guess who won?”

“Remains to be seen,” Sweet
muttered under his breath.

“What the fuck did you say?”
Revo
demanded. He paused when Ezra squeezed at his left
biceps, and then decided to don his clothes instead.

“Let’s ride,”
Revo
said, mounting his bike.

Ezra rode behind him, wrapped his
arms tightly around
Revo’s
waist Ezra was sure it
hurt, but
Revo
didn’t complain. Out of the frying pan
and into the freezer, and Ezra had a feeling things could only go downhill from
here.

Mace.
Everything he had heard about the alpha and president of the Hellhounds raged
from the horrifying to the ridiculous, but beneath it all gleamed the
underlying truth. Territorial and brutal, Mace was reputedly an unforgiving
tyrant when it came to outsiders who broke the law in Wolf County.

While Ezra knew
Revo
held some clout as beta and club VP, the last thing he wanted was for
Revo
to get hurt on his account. As strong and powerful as
Revo
appeared, he couldn’t possibly take on all his
brothers. It didn’t help Ezra begun to suspect
Revo
had lied about not going against his club and its members on his account.

Why would
Revo
go to that extent? Ezra shivered.
Revo
must have sensed
something because he said, “It’s going to be fine. Stop worrying your head over
every fucking little thing.”

Ezra wished he had
Revo’s
confidence.

Chapter Six

Revo
joined his bike with the line of bikes outside the clubhouse. He estimated
about half of his brothers remained in residence
—an unexpected
relief
. The other half, led by Viper, the club Road Captain, hadn’t
returned from their usual weapons run.

“Um. Nice place,” Ezra murmured
uneasily, glancing at the bare dirt road and the converted warehouse.

Revo
had
to grin at his attempt at trying to pretend to be normal for his sake, although
Ezra gripped his arm like a vise and clung close to him.

During Pre-Fall times, Mace kept
the club afloat by buying up military-grade weapons from mercenary corps who
operated production sites in former China and buying designer drugs en masse
from South American cartels, then distributing both guns and drugs to buyers.
Barely able to keep themselves afloat with the combined forces of the local
government and legally approved supernatural council bearing down on them, they
could afford to be picky. They sold to clients who had cash and wouldn’t
interfere in affairs in Wolf County.

In Post-Fall times though, when
civilization collapsed and no law but theirs existed, they could afford to
choose. Self-governed towns never lacked for weapons, and users were always
desperate for a whiff of relief only drugs could buy. It showed in the electric
barb fences ringing the property, the still working security system when most
places in the country no longer had any electricity. Aside from the large
converted warehouse serving as their clubhouse, two other smaller warehouses
served as storage facility for goods.

“This is home,”
Revo
agreed, squeezing the back of his neck.

Spider snorted, chuckling when Ezra
clung to
Revo’s
arm with a vise-like grip. Reaper and
Sweet already went ahead. “Need I tell you to be careful?”

Spider might be club Secretary, but
he was also one of the few Hellhounds
Revo
truly
trusted. Mace gave
Revo
and Spider the wolf gift when
they were teenagers. They became prospects together, and earned their patches
at the same time.

“Nah. I’ll be fine.”

Spider gave him contemplative look.
Always too smart for his own good, but
Revo
loved him
like his own blood brother. “Okay, then. Mace is probably drinking at the bar.
Don’t linger out here too long, or Sweet will start spreading lies.”

After Spider left, Ezra looked up
at
Revo
. Damn but did the incubus remind
Revo
of the abandoned puppy Spider and he picked up when
they were twelve.
Revo
pressed Ezra’s face to his
chest, and Ezra automatically wrapped his arms around him, his breath warm
against his shirt. Ezra sighed, relaxing when he began stroking his back.
Revo’s
cock stirred.

Fuck. He couldn’t afford any distractions.

“I need to let you know what to
expect when we walk through those doors,”
Revo
said,
voice like gravel.

Ezra stilled in his arms, but at
least he didn’t start hitting him or tried to run.
Revo
knew it would take time for him to earn Ezra’s trust, and likewise for him to
start trusting Ezra, but they needed to be on the same page to pull one hell of
a convincing performance.

“You mentioned something about
staking your claim on me.”

“Smart pup. You know what that
means?”
Revo
didn’t bother mincing words at this
stage of the game. “In the club, we usually share everything
—blood,
spoils, men, and women
. The only exception is when a Hellhound finds its
mate, because shifters mate for life. To assert my right, I need to fuck you.”

“In front of an audience?” Ezra
whispered, cheeks turning slightly pink.

Revo
growled, his patience at a limit. “For fuck’s sake, you’re an incubus. Doing it
in front of a bunch of horny werewolf bikers shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Normally, I don’t have a problem.
No one has ever complained about my performance I’ll grant you that.” Ezra
mouthed off, fire sparking in his eyes, chasing away his fear. Then he bit his
lip. “I’m not prude or shy, but I’m starting to learn anything I do with you
feels different.”

“Aw, pup. That supposed to be some
kind of confession?”
Revo
couldn’t help but tease,
amused when Ezra fisted his fingers into his shirt, breathing hard.

Fuck,
Revo
thought he pushed his pup to the edge of the cliff. He expected Ezra to back
off. Make some lame excuse, but the corner of his lips lifted to a tempting
smile.

“They want a show? Fine. I’ll give
them a damn show to remember, but you owe me for this.”

“Making demands on me already, pup?
Remember
who’s the one in control
.”
Revo
pulled him close. Ezra gasped and he silenced Ezra
with a kiss. Going gentle this time round,
Revo
took
his time. He swiped the bottom of Ezra’s lip until Ezra let his prodding tongue
in.
Revo
felt his indignation wash away.

Hell, did Ezra taste sweet.

When he released Ezra, Ezra’s
pupils dilated and he had the “fuck me” look on his face. Perfect.

“Dirty-mouthed bikers don’t kiss
like that.”

Revo
laughed and tugged him along. The smell and sounds of home hit him the moment
he entered the club doors. From the corner, heavy metal music screeched from speakers.
A couple of brothers played ball from the old billiard table. A few Hellhounds
were slumped over tables, drunk and drooling, naked whores on either side of
them.

He saw Reaper and Sweet seated by
the leather couches with Mace, club whores draped on either side of them. A
barefoot rent boy dressed only in jeans knelt between Mace’s legs, head bobbing
to and fro before Mace took command and began fucking him hard.

Seeing him approach, Mace pushed
away the young man. Randy would have pouted and welcomed some discipline with
any other Hellhound, but with Mace, he respectfully stood and quietly retreated
in the background.

“Well, well if it isn’t
Revo
. I thought I fucking asked you to take of the problem,
not fuck it and bring it home,” Mace drawled. A crude gesture of his left hand
sent one of the whores scrambling, probably to get him beer.

Revo
felt
Ezra stiffen beside his shoulder.

“You mighty certain that leech,
that creature is your mate,
Revo
?” Mace drawled. He
nodded to Reaper and Sweet. “Your brothers tell me the thing has you wrapped around
its little finger.”

Revo
snarled, tightening his leash on his temper and riled up wolf. “They have it
wrong. Ezra’s my property now. The bastards are just jealous.”

He saw their confrontation began
drawing a crowd. A challenge. Fine with him.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous of
getting pussy whipped by a
twink
?” Sweet asked. Some
of the men laughed.
Revo’s
lip twitched. Ezra stepped
forward, but
Revo
wrapped his hand over his wrists in
warning. Mace narrowed his gaze.

Ezra surprised the hell out of him
by asking, “May I speak,
Revo
?”

Revo
hid
his surprise, but Ezra’s angle might work. “As long as you don’t disrespect my
brothers.”

Sweet’s smirk faltered.

“Have you told them, sir? By making
me yours, you hold control over my abilities? At your say-so I can induce lust
and heighten the pleasure of everything within a hundred yard’s radius?”

Holy
fuck?
Revo
quickly latched onto his meaning. Saw
how Ezra carefully phrased his sentences so
Revo
appeared in control.

“And fucking feed on us. Us.
Predators.” Mace growled.

Ezra shook his head, looking at
Revo
, pitching his confused and submissive role perfectly.
Revo
answered for him. “Not without my permission.”

Mace looked unconvinced, but
Revo
saw the idea appealed to him. Men like them in the
Post-Fall world had to live on the edge, needed to constantly court danger and
keep on stepping up their game or risk going mad. Having one Hellhound hold the
leash of an incubus would be something other MCs or ruling packs couldn’t
boast.

“I don’t see your mate mark on
him,” Mace eventually said. “Without a collar on your pet, he’s just a fucking
stray and one day he’ll bite you back.”

“I figured I’d do the honors here,
in front of my brothers.”
Revo
snaked his arm around
Ezra’s shoulders and squeezed his neck. “Time to make you mine, pup. Lie on the
table.”

It felt odd how
Revo
never had a problem indulging in some public exhibition. He couldn’t remember
how many willing men or women he’d taken out in the open alone or with a couple
of his brothers, but he didn’t like the other Hellhounds leering at what
belonged to him.

Most of his brothers watched them
now. Some made bets, others jokes. Those who remained quiet worried
Revo
most. Without looking,
Revo
knew the gears turning in their heads. He was being appraised and judged. His
measure weighed against the needs of the club. That should have worried him,
but right now all he cared about was how Ezra handled the pressure.

Ezra mentioned he hadn’t been some
inexperienced prude when
Revo
caught him, but the
tiny details hadn’t escape
Revo
, like the tension in
his shoulders. The slight shudder that passed through his lean frame as he
walked over to the nearest unoccupied table.

Revo
walked up to him, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him. Small satisfaction that
Ezra didn’t slap his hand away. Seeing him, Ezra relaxed. “Eyes on me at all
times.”

Ezra held his gaze and his lower
lip trembled as
Revo
easily lifted him up to the
table.

“Spread your hands flat on the
table.” Ezra obeyed.

Revo
methodically pulled off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper down,
all the while Ezra’s chest rose and fell, breathing uneven.
Revo
took off his sneakers, massaged at his ankles and calf, until he calmed down.

“Get on with it,
Revo
. We don’t have all day,” someone called out.

Ezra began to help, but
Revo
grabbed his wrists. He growled. “Keep your hands on
the table unless I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”
Revo
yanked off his jeans roughly, and remembered to take out the lube in the
pocket. He grinned at the sight of Ezra’s cock.

“Hell,
Revo
.
Your pup’s already turned on from that. You think you
gonna
share him?”

“Don’t interrupt the fucking
mating, Axel,” someone else said.

Ezra’s head began to swerve,
probably seeking out the voices, but
Revo
tipped his
chin. “On me, remember? Look at me as I fuck you, because you’re mine. My
property. I want you to drill that lesson into your handsome little head, or I
give my brothers here a show so they can see how easily you get hot and bothered
from a spanking.”

“Bend him the fuck over,
Revo
. Let’s see that pretty, smooth ass marked with all
your handprints.

That sped up Ezra’s pulse again.
Ezra’s cheek twitched, but he managed to keep in whatever sassy remark he
wanted to make. Well, he expected Ezra to get pissed, but the last thing
Revo
expected was the excitement. Did he secretly like
public scenes and being called
Revo’s
property?

For that,
Revo
leaned over. He flicked a tongue at the bead of sweat rolling down the side of
Ezra’s neck. The perfect spot to put his mark, and forever brand Ezra as his.
Revo
reached for Ezra’s cock, and began to pump, his
movements fast and frenzied. He might have gone
slow
to hear Ezra’s sweet cries, but not today. Ezra let out a gasp, a telltale
shudder.
Revo
stopped stroking him just when he was
about to explode.

Ezra let out a frustrated breath.
“Please,
Revo
. Please.”

Revo
pressed a finger to his lips. “Not yet. Lie on your back, and keep your hands
on your head. Move them and I will flip you over and spank you, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Ezra murmured.

Revo
undressed then positioned Ezra’s legs on either side of his shoulders. He let
Ezra see his need, his thickening cock. “Want this in you?”

Ezra licked his lips. “Oh yes.”

Revo
took
position, and uncapped the lube. Ezra obediently kept his gaze trained on him,
although from the sounds and scents in the room,
Revo
knew some of his aroused brothers started having a go at the club whores for an
early morning round.
Revo
drizzled a generous amount
over Ezra’s crack then his fingers. He traced the veins of Ezra’s rock-hard
length, flicked the pre-cum at the tip with his left hand, while he pushed two
fingers of his right into Ezra’s puckered opening.

“Ah. Ah shit.” Ezra squirmed
against him.
Revo
began scissoring him for his
access, and stopped pumping him when Ezra almost hit the edge again.

“No coming without my permission,
remember?”

“Bastard,” Ezra whispered under his
breath.
Revo
caught the affection there, and widened
his grin. He kept on sliding his two fingers in and out. “I want—”