Revo's Property (5 page)

“What do you want?”
Revo
asked mildly. “Tell me. I’m not a fucking mind
reader.”

Ezra breathed hard, and
Revo
saw he had trouble keeping his hands above his head.
Still, he tried, and that pleased
Revo
immensely. In
a span of hours, he had been given an irreplaceable gift
, the
power to give or deny Ezra.
Revo
hadn’t been fool
enough to call Ezra his fated mate, or label shit like “lasting” or “hopeful”
to their relationship, if could even be called that. But they did have something
—chemistry, lust, desire driven by needy desperation, what did it
matter? It was good enough for
Revo
.

“
Revo
,
please.” Ezra whimpered and
Revo
began pumping his
cock again.

Certain he was on
the verge of climaxing,
Revo
blanketed his body over
Ezra’s quivering frame, and held his wrists captive. He entered Ezra in one
swift and sudden stroke, and buried himself hilt deep. Ezra let out a wordless
cry underneath him, his cock pressed hard against
Revo’s
belly.
Revo
waited for Ezra to catch his breath, wanted
to see if Ezra would come without his permission. He didn’t.

“My property.”
Revo
growled.

“Yours,” Ezra agreed
with panting breaths.

His pup had been
good.
Revo
figured it was time he made Ezra fly.
Revo
began to move, the force of his thrusts making the
table vibrate underneath them. Then he slowed his rhythm, gently nudging at
Ezra until he hit Ezra’s sweet spot. Ezra gasped, eyes widening, nails biting
into
Revo’s
hand.

“There huh.”
Revo
aimed for the spot over and over again, feeling Ezra
writhe underneath him. “Go on. Come.”

Revo
slammed inside him, staying there. Ezra let out a shuddering sigh,
all the muscles in his body relaxing.
Revo
buried his
head into Ezra’s neck, breathing in his scent, before he unsheathed his
canines. “Mine,” he repeated.
Revo
hoped to God Ezra
understood this was the last time he asked, because his human half could no
longer leash the needs of his beast to mate.

“Yes,
Revo
. Do it. Please.” Ezra moaned.

Revo
sunk his teeth into his tender flesh, biting down hard. Felt the metaphysical
threads of his beast and Ezra’s little demon knotting, tying each other down.
When
Revo
finished, Spider had a first aid kit ready.

He saw Mace seated
on one of the chairs, with a whore kneeling in front of him.

“Satisfied, boss?”
Revo
asked.

“You’ve made your
point. You obviously fucking intend to keep this creature, but it still doesn’t
solve anything.” Mace sighed. “Go on,
Revo
. Finish
what you started.”

He would take any
approval he got. Besides, any decent shifter no matter how hard knew mates
needed priority.
Revo
took the first-aid kit and
hefted Ezra in his arms. Loud groans, the sound of slapping flesh, and voices
faded as he took Ezra up the stairs and into his room. He settled Ezra on his
bed. Ezra looked at him sleepily as he dressed the new bite mark.

After, he cleaned
both of them up, before settling in the bed. Ezra nestled close to him, a
little bundle of warmth.
Revo
pressed his head
against his chest and began to stroke his hair, the curve of his spine, all the
while talking to him. It didn’t matter Ezra couldn’t hear the words.

Much like
doms
giving subs aftercare after a scene, shifters who just
claimed their mate needed to give their partners the same reassurance. Close
proximity, hearing the sound of his voice—
Revo
didn’t
mind. He liked Ezra bundled up beside him.

Had he convinced
Mace and the other Hellhounds?
Revo
didn’t know. They
might be temporarily appeased, but they didn’t trust his word completely,
because Hellhounds were suspicious by nature. They trusted no one except each
other, and here was
Revo
, trying to convince them to
believe an outsider who had been feeding on the people they swore to protect.
Revo
stopped touching Ezra.

Ezra made a huffing
sound and
Revo
resumed caressing his hair. Ezra might
still be a stranger to him, but
Revo
was now certain
Ezra hadn’t been the guilty party. Someone out there, could there be another
incubus committing the crimes Ezra took his own? Maybe it hadn’t been incubus,
but some other supernatural entity that fed on luck, or was he merely looking
for another sad fucker to blame?

Revo
furrowed his brows. Even Spider mentioned how Ezra’s aura felt
different. Certainly less powerful from what
Revo
would expect from a well-fed sex crazed demon. Ezra had more control than that,
but his fear had tasted genuine. What secrets did he keep? Could he protecting
someone else?

Too many fucking
questions, but
Revo
didn’t care to spoil what they
shared today. Tomorrow then, he’d make Ezra talk. Have a proper conversation.

“
Revo
.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going to
happen tomorrow?” Ezra hardly sounded awake.

“Don’t think about
that for now. Try to get some sleep.”

Ezra nuzzled closer
to him, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “This is nice.”

Revo
swallowed. Ezra looking like this—vulnerable and needy, only worsened
and sharpened his instincts to protect and kill the fucker who would decide to
harm his mate. “What’s nice?”

“Knowing I can go to
sleep without worries, certain I’ll be in a safe place when I wake up.”

Revo’s
heart tightened. In Post-Fall times, it was every man for himself.
Before Ezra
Revo
had only cared about his brothers.
Did mating Ezra and starting to care for another human being make him weak?
Would taking this damn road lead him straight to hell?

“You’re my property
now, Ezra. My mate. You’re with me now, and if any sad fucker wants to hurt
you, they need to get through me first.”

Ezra’s breath felt
unbelievably warm against his bare skin. “Overprotective, furry bastard.”

Revo
had to grin at that. “Damn fucking right.”

Chapter Seven

Harsh sunlight streaked through the
curtained windows, waking Ezra up. He’d always been a light sleeper, because he
never knew when he needed to run. Rumpled in sheets of
Revo’s
bed with one heavily inked and muscled arm carelessly flung over his chest,
Ezra really was sick of running and never knowing where to go. Lying next to
Revo’s
warmth, he realized his heart longed for home.

Long ago home had been the tiny
one-room apartment Echo and he had lived in when their mother was still alive.
Sure, the city slowly fell to tatters and each neighborhood turned out the same
—rampant with crime, gangs, and the latest home brew drug-of-the-week,
but it was nonetheless home. A safe place where the woman who birthed them
sometimes remembered she was a mother with two growing boys, and not a whore
peddling herself out on the streets.

Gone now, all that.
The only memories that replaced home had been a string of seedy motels, refugee
camps, and derelict towns filled with desperate people who Echo and he fed on.
Folks who’d do anything to feel anything, and sex was just a good a high as
any. Then Echo left him to clean up his messes.

“My life sucks.”
Ezra expelled a breath and quickly stole a look at
Revo
.

The biker still
slept, clutching him closer like a favorite pillow. God. He smelled good. Ezra
didn’t think he could enough of
Revo’s
heady scent of
male, wolf musk and leather. Ezra snuggled closer to
Revo
,
seeking warmth, sniffing, and imprinting his scent like some territorial cat.
He rubbed at the gauze on his neck.
Revo’s
mark.

To protect Echo he
agreed to become
Revo’s
property, but that had been a
poor excuse. Echo was like an addict chained to his choice of poison. Ezra’s
charade wouldn’t hold out long once Echo decided he needed to feed again.

“I can’t do this to
you,” Ezra whispered to
Revo’s
sleeping form. He
traced black ink wrapped around
Revo’s
triceps and
biceps, his pectorals, the Hellhounds MC logo inked across his rock-hard abs.
Ezra couldn’t seem to stop touching
Revo
.
Mine.
He couldn’t stop admiring the raw
power of that one guttural word
Revo
uttered with
such confidence.

Ezra didn’t know
what possessed him to confess. Maybe their new mate bonds, the intimate threads
connecting his life force to
Revo
made him guilty.
Perhaps Ezra had gotten sick of lying to the only man in the world who saw him
more than a one-night fuck, who considered him someone worth fighting for.

“I’m sorry I didn’t
tell you the truth, but I came here looking for my brother. He’s out of
control, but that doesn’t mean he’s evil or he hurt those people on purpose.”

Ezra breathed hard
when
Revo
closed his fingers over his. Amber eyes
opened, the fury there unmistakable. In the daylight,
Revo
looked more imposing, feral, but Ezra knew
Revo
wouldn’t hurt him. Would he?

Revo
snarled, the sight of his slightly pointed canines made Ezra flinch,
but
Revo
easily overpowered him, rolling on top of
him and pinning his wrists above his head. Ezra squirmed, but
Revo’s
body weighed him down, leaving him completely
trapped. His stomach churned, queasy at the reminder
Revo
could easily break him into two if he wanted.

“What the fuck did
you just say?”
Revo
practically growled out the
words.

Lying came so easy
to Ezra. “I—”

“Don’t you dare lie
to my fucking face,”
Revo
warned. Ezra looked away,
wondering why he felt like a guilty child caught doing something wrong.
Revo
easily transferred his wrists to one hand, using his
free one to grasp Ezra’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “Mates don’t lie to
each other. So spit the truth now before I do something I regret.”

“Mates? Give me a
break,” Ezra demanded. “You claimed me because there was no other way out. What
we have isn’t a relationship, it’s a lie half-built on attraction and
desperation.”

Revo’s
face twisted. Another rumble tickled from his lips. Ezra flinched,
instantly regretting his words, but can two men so different from each other
really build something more lasting and permanent out of a mess like this?

Fists pounded on
Revo’s
door.

“I’m busy. Fuck
off,”
Revo
yelled, and then turned his attention back
to Ezra. “Fine. You’ve made your point. What’s between us may be fucked-up, but
you’re forgetting something important, pup. Nothing has changed. You’re my
property and you consented to being mine.”

Before Ezra could
formulate a witty remark, the door burst open, revealing Spider. “
Revo
, hate to interrupt, but you were right.”

“You better have a
good reason, Spider,”
Revo
gritted out.

“It’s not your pup
messing around in our territory, but another incubus. Get your ass out of bed.
We’re going on a hunt. Once we’ve caught this fucker, you and your pup are
cleared of suspicion.”

“
Revo
,
please. I can explain,” Ezra began, but
Revo
didn’t
look like he was interested in listening.
Revo
pawed
at the floor, and grabbed his belt. Ezra tried pushing him away, but no good.
Pissed, he fisted his hands, about to pound at
Revo’s
chest to get his attention, but
Revo
easily caught
his hands and began looping the belt around his wrists.

“What the hell are
you doing?” Ezra twisted, tried kicking at
Revo
.
Revo
grunted, using his legs to pin his down.

Ezra opened his
mouth, about to bite him, but
Revo’s
warning look
stopped him cold.

“Don’t make me gag
you,”
Revo
said coldly. Once he finished looping the
belt to his headboard, he got off Ezra. “You’re going to fucking stay here until
I sort out this mess and you’re going to behave until I come back.”

“I’m not some pet
you can tie up and leave behind until you come back,” Ezra sputtered in
indignation.

Revo
easily shut him up by tilting his head and taking his lips. Ezra
stopped struggling, and yielded to the force of his demanding lips. Worse,
Revo
took his time, and Ezra obediently parted his lips so
Revo
could deepen his kiss. Heat and the taste of
Revo
seared down his throat. God. After being on the
receiving end of
Revo’s
kisses, Ezra couldn’t get
enough of them.
Revo
began stroking his chest, his
ribs, his belly, calming his nerves and tense muscles.

“Hush, pup. It’s
going to be fucking fine,”
Revo
murmured after
releasing his lips. Feeling slightly disoriented, Ezra squinted at him, his
chest rising and falling.

“Echo’s my brother,
my only blood,” Ezra blurted while
Revo
began to
dress.

“You’re going to see
him again.”
Revo
didn’t need to finish his sentence.
For the last time.
“Those who break the
law face the consequences.”

Revo’s
firm tone and hard gaze booked no arguments. Whatever Ezra would say
next,
Revo
wouldn’t listen. Part of him understood.
By taking him,
Revo
had been backed against the
corner by Mace and his brothers.
Revo
left the room
without another word, locking the door behind him.

Once his footsteps
faded away, Ezra experimentally wriggled his bound hands and tugged. Tight
enough to limit movement, but not to cut his circulation—
Revo
really wanted him to stay put. He strained his ears, heard the rumble of
engines outside, and counted maybe three or four bikes.

Okay. His chances
were slim, but it was doable.

“You don’t
understand. Echo’s my twin. We shared a womb.” Ezra gritted his teeth and
pulled at the leather a couple of times until his wrists ached. Exhausted, he
slumped against the bed, about to give up when something metal glinted on the
floor. A pocket knife.
Revo
must’ve dropped it when
he dressed.

Ezra eyed the
distance between the knife and bed. Hard, but not impossible, and luckily for
him,
Revo
didn’t bind his legs. It took him half an
hour to reach the knife, and another thirty minutes to cut at the leather.

“I fucking hate you
right now, Echo,” Ezra muttered to himself.

He dragged his jeans
up, borrowed a plain white tee from
Revo
, which
looked baggy on him, and decided on his next plan of action. Ezra crept out of
Revo’s
room, doing his best to keep quiet. Loud snores came
from the room next to
Revo
, but the second floor
corridor was otherwise clear.

Downstairs, he heard
more voices and loud pumping from the speakers. Hard to tell how many
Hellhounds were in residence and it looked like the only way out was down the
stairs leading to the main bar area where most of the bikers hung around. One
mistake and he was done. Even drunk, high, or barely awake, the werewolf bikers
could sniff out his scent. Sure
Revo
mated him, but
without
Revo
around to protect him, who knew how the
other bikers would react? Remembering the way Sweet leered at him, or the way
other Hellhounds asked
Revo
if he would share, Ezra
shivered.

Ezra had no other choice out. He
closed his eyes, and gently began to nudge at the aura of the shifters. His
abilities might not be as potent as Echo’s, but he would work subtle magic.
Metaphysically whispering lustful suggestions and planting seeds within the MC
members inside the clubhouse turned out easier than he expected.

Since the Hellhounds were addicted
to violence, sex, and intense emotions, it wasn’t hard to wake those again.
Ezra couldn’t keep the spell up long, or make it work against more powerful
shifters, but it would buy him a couple of minutes to escape. He counted
himself incredibly lucky he didn’t brush against Mace’s bloodcurdling
overpowering bestial aura.

Hearing the grunts and moans, Ezra
made his move. He quickly went down the stairs, trying to keep his breathing
and heartbeats steady. Most of the Hellhounds had started undressing, mounting
club whores. He practically sprinted the last few steps, letting out a sigh of
relief when sunlight hit him.

“What the fuck?” A growl. Ezra
froze, turning, swallowing when he saw Sweet and Reaper getting off their
bikes.

“Where do you think you’re going,
boy?” Sweet’s smile turned nasty. Ezra hesitantly took a step backward as the
two large bikers neared him. His back hit the front door of the club. No
fucking way.

Ezra desperately searched for a way
out and saw no other path but the one he came from. He couldn’t waste another
second sitting around. Echo needed him. Ezra hastily decided to do the last
thing Sweet and Reaper expected. He ran straight at them, screaming nonsensical
syllables.

“What the fuck?” Reaper hissed
under his breath. “The little sex demon’s gone fucking insane.”

The two look startled, but not for
long. Instinct would catch up, and Ezra would have no chance. Ezra darted past
the two brothers, swung his leg one of the bikes they left running.

“You’re dead asshole,” Sweet
hissed.

Ezra didn’t hesitate. Remembering
the easy way
Revo
caught him, he started the bike,
revving it up. He heard growls behind him, the scratch of paws against metal. A
fraction of a second late and those deadly claws would’ve hooked into his leg,
but the bike roared to life. Ezra gripped the handle bars tightly, heart
thumping hard. He steered the lean black machine out of the compound and into
the open road.

Revo
might have a head start over him, but Ezra could one thing they didn’t. His
connection with Echo. Supernatural twins were always spiritually connected, and
Ezra had used the same built-in GPS to track Echo all across the country.

If by some miracle, Ezra
successfully get Echo and he out of Wolf County, what then? The mark on his
neck itched. Ezra absentmindedly rubbed at it. The thought of leaving
Revo
behind made his stomach drop. Didn’t shifters mate for
life? What would happen to
Revo
then? No. What about
him? Didn’t Ezra deserve to find out?

“Don’t think about the future. All
I need to focus on is the present,” Ezra muttered under his breath.

The desert wind whipped against his
face, the bike stirred up dirt. Ezra slowed when he caught sight of the main
town proper. Ray, his one-night stand, the one who invited him to a tour to his
brewery suddenly came to mind. How surreal it felt. Wolf County, picture
perfect like the
Fall
never happened, when the rest of
the world fell to tatters. Most of the remnants of civilizations Ezra had
passed had fallen into anarchy, or what passed for ordered chaos. He suddenly
understood why
Revo
would fight so hard to preserve
all this.