by Lynn Hagen
“You’re, uh, sniffing me, Tony.”
“I know.”
“I already told you I wasn’t having sex with you, so back off.”
Tony chuckled as he took a step away, his eyes raking over Logan’s body heatedly. “I could change your mind.”
“Hardly.”
Tony heard the word spoken, but he also heard uncertainty in the man’s voice. Logan wanted him. It was in his iridescent blue eyes and the way he stood there staring at Tony with longing. But he could see a touch of anxiety in their depths as well.
“Are you sure?” Tony asked. “Tell me to back away, and I will.”
Logan didn’t say a word. He just stood there, slightly shaking.
Tony moved back toward Logan, standing so close their bodies almost touched. He inhaled once more, the scent almost making him high as he grinned slightly, letting the scent of his mate wash over him, through him.
“You’re sniffing me again.”
“I can’t help it. You smell so good.” Tony reached up and brushed a knuckle down Logan’s cheek, and his mate flinched. “Do you think I would hurt you, Logan?” he asked.
Logan didn’t answer him. He stood there as still as a statue, watching Tony closely. Tony walked around to the front of Logan, bending slightly and brushing his lips across Logan’s. His mate didn’t back away.
“Do you want me, Logan?” he asked as he slid his hands up his mate’s chest.
Again, Logan stayed silent, observing Tony.
Gliding his tongue over Logan’s bottom lip, Tony watched Logan’s blue eyes deepen to a cobalt color. They were swimming with want. Tony was starting to catch on. Logan wasn’t the least bit aggressive when it came to sex. But Tony was, so he was going to have to guide his mate.
“Take your shirt off.”
Logan stood there for a long second, his eyes almost defiant. Tony started to do it himself, but Logan’s hands reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it up and off. Tony glanced at what Logan had just revealed, appreciation flooding him as he looked at the tight expanse. His mate wasn’t overly muscled, but he had a nice, defined chest.
Tony kissed Logan along his collarbone, his hands wandering up Logan’s back as his mate sighed deeply. Tony grinned. He knew Logan had wanted him. Tony walked behind Logan, his fingers tracing his mate’s skin along the way. “I want to fuck you, Logan.”
“W–Why?”
That was an odd question. It made Tony pause for a brief moment before he pulled his shirt off and then pressed his chest into Logan’s back. “Because you are my mate.” He kissed Logan along his shoulder blades. “And you are sexy as hell.”
Logan shivered.
Tony ran his hands from Logan’s shoulders to his elbows, letting his nails gently scrape Logan’s skin. Goose bumps formed along Logan’s flesh, his head rolling forward as Logan moaned.
Using the slightest pressure, Tony began to bend Logan over the bed, kissing his mate down his spine as he ground his erection into Logan’s jean-clad ass. Logan began to relax under Tony’s touch, his body stretching out on the bed, on his belly, as Tony ran his fingers over every inch of exposed flesh.
“Does this feel good?” Tony asked.
“Um-hum,” Logan said like a lazy cat being petted.
Tony massaged Logan’s shoulders, kneading the flesh as his cock stayed planted against Logan’s ass. One hand kneaded the right shoulder, and the other hand swam up into Logan’s hair as the nails scraped lightly over Logan’s scalp.
Logan shivered again.
Tony let the hand in Logan’s hair trail down Logan’s back until he reached Logan’s waistband. He ran his fingers along the material as he continued to massage Logan’s shoulder. His hand skimmed around Logan’s waist until he reached the snap on his mate’s pants, unfastening them as he sank to his knees.
Logan didn’t move, but Tony could hear Logan’s breath coming out in pants. He pulled the material from around Logan’s waist until the waistband was at Logan’s ankles. Pulling the cheeks apart, Tony began to lap at Logan’s skin, his tongue skimming around Logan’s hole.
Moans were coming from Logan, becoming louder as Tony sucked at Logan’s entrance. He pushed one finger inside his mate, stretching Logan as he continued to bathe Logan’s backside with his tongue.
Another finger slid into Logan as Tony felt his cock lengthen and throb to get inside of Logan’s ass. He reached down and undid his pants, pushing them around his waist and down his legs as he stood, bent over, licking Logan’s asshole.
Tony blanketed Logan’s back, his bare flesh rubbing over Logan as his fingers stretched his mate. He rubbed his chest over Logan’s back, his thighs over Logan’s. Tony was once again marking his mate, but it was Logan this time.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Logan?” Tony whispered into Logan’s ear as he pulled his hand free.
“Yes.”
Tony pulled away, heading for the drawer with the lube. He smeared the gel on his cock as he walked back over to Logan. Tossing the bottle onto the bed, Tony blanketed Logan again. He curled his fingers around his cock and positioned the head at Logan’s hole.
“Show me you want it.”
Logan pressed back, his fingers curling into the sheets as he turned his head, his eyes closed. Tony’s eyelids fluttered as his cock sank into Logan’s ass. He blew out heavily as he fought for control.
Tony laid his arms over Logan’s, their fingers entwining as he heard the door open and close behind him. Tony didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know Rave had entered the room. If it wasn’t Rave, he was shooting someone.
Pressing his knees between Logan’s legs, Tony pushed Logan’s legs out a little further as he pulled back and then slid back into Logan’s tight ass. His mate moaned. Tony looked into Rave’s eyes as his mate moved closer, coming into Tony’s line of sight. Rave’s brown eyes had gone all weird again, the brown bleeding out into the white as his canines began to appear. Tony nodded, and Rave undressed.
“Do you want Rave, Logan?”
Logan stiffened under Tony, his breath coming out a little more quickly.
“Are you afraid to have us both at once?” Tony asked as he felt Logan’s heart beating faster through Logan’s back. Tony pressed his chest tighter against Logan’s back, nipping his mate on his ear. “Are you?”
Logan nodded.
“Do you think we would hurt you?” Tony asked.
Logan shook his head. Tony could see the relief in Rave’s eyes as he climbed up onto the bed.
“Are you just afraid of having two men at once?” Tony asked.
Logan nodded.
Rave bent at the waist, gently kissing Logan as Tony moved inside his mate. He wanted Logan as relaxed as he could get the man.
This was Logan’s first ménage, and Tony wasn’t going to frighten the man. Tony wasn’t sure if Rave had ever had one before, but Rave’s expression hid the fact if he hadn’t. Tony had had a ménage a time or two, but even if he hadn’t, the thought of being with two men didn’t intimidate him.
Tony could feel Logan tremble beneath him as he whimpered, opening his mouth wider for Rave’s kiss. Tony turned his head, kissing Logan’s shoulder, letting his lips ghost over his mate’s skin.
His cock throbbed in Logan’s ass, but Tony had stopped moving, letting Logan lead the way.
Rave cupped Logan’s face, taking the kiss deeper. Logan curled his fingers tighter into the sheet as he tilted his head, giving Rave more room.
“Do you want to suck Rave’s cock?” Tony asked as he slid his hands down Logan’s body, his fingers digging into Logan’s hips. He was trying to relax Logan, trying his best not to plunge into Logan over and over again, but it was hard as he watched his mates kiss.
Rave moved away, kneeling in front of Logan as he circled his fingers around the base of his cock. “Open for me, Logan,” Rave said as he ran his free hand through Logan’s thick hair. “Suck my cock, baby.”
Logan opened, sipping at the head
of Rave’s cock, moaning lightly as his tongue lashed out and lapped at the clear liquid falling from the slit at the top of Rave’s shaft. Tony growled low as he began to move inside of Logan again. He pressed his knees into Logan’s legs, pushing them even further apart.
“That’s right, baby. Suck my cock.” Rave almost purred the words as Logan took Rave’s shaft deeper into his mouth. Tony was half tempted to pull out and throw Logan all the way onto the bed, but having his mate bent over the side was just too damn exciting for Tony.
He watched Rave and Logan as his cock thrust inside his mate, biting his bottom lip as he let the feeling of utter pleasure fill him.
Tony shivered when he felt Logan pushing at his mind, but it wasn’t anything he had ever felt before. Logan was pushing his passion, his desire inside of Tony, amplifying what he was already feeling. Tony glanced up at Rave and saw the surprised look. Logan was pushing into Rave’s mind as well.
This time Tony wasn’t stopping Logan. The feeling was too intense, washing over him like a tidal wave as he thrust harder. Logan cried out around Rave’s cock, the feeling almost too much as Tony held on. It was pure silk running through his blood, and then a burst of warm air shot over Tony, making him gasp as his eyes shot to Rave.
Apparently Rave was feeling everything Tony was feeling because Rave was staring down at Logan with awe. Rave pulled his cock free, jumping from the bed like it was a damn springboard, and then pushed Tony free of Logan’s body.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked.
Rave grabbed Logan and used his preternatural strength to lift their mate and toss Logan onto the bed. Logan looked at both of them with shock. Rave crawled back onto the bed and sank deeply into Logan’s ass. Tony crawled onto the bed and scooted his body under Logan, taking Logan’s cock into his mouth.
He was going to have a long talk with Rave about manners, later.
Much later. Logan cried out again as Tony sucked his cock to the back of his throat, the intense emotions from being with Logan and Logan projecting his feelings into Tony’s mind still riding him hard.
He felt as though he couldn’t get enough of the man.
“I can feel you, Tony,” Rave said from above as he pounded harder into Logan. “I can fucking feel you inside of me.”
Tony formed a seal, sucking Logan hard as he, too, felt Rave, along with Logan, inside of him. He wasn’t sure what in the hell was going on, but Tony was going crazy as lust, desire, pleasure, and everything else that felt too damn good hummed inside of him.
He grabbed his cock, stroking it quickly as he worked Logan’s shaft inside of his mouth. He felt as though an animal had been unleashed inside of him. His jaguar. Tony growled around Logan’s cock as his teeth ached so damn badly that he was surprised his gums weren’t bleeding. He wanted to bite, and bite hard, but his canines never elongated. They were as blunt as Logan’s.
Tony became frustrated, attacking Logan’s cock as he squeezed his cock hard. He wanted to claim Logan and then Rave. The feeling was so strong that Tony damn near bit Logan’s cock. He breathed through his nose, trying his best to calm himself, to calm the jaguar trapped deep inside of him.
Logan shouted, the lights in the room bursting all around them as Rave roared out at the same time. Tony knew for a fact that Rave was sinking his teeth deeply into Logan’s shoulder and felt anger and want fill him until he was overflowing with emotions.
Tony drank Logan’s seed, pulling it down his throat as he came, his orgasm so intense that Tony had thought for a second he would pass out. His head fell back, Logan’s cock slipping from between his lips as he once again felt remorse for his jaguar, for the lost moment he would never get back.
Tony pushed away from the bed, stalking toward the bathroom.
As he closed the door, he heard Logan in the bed. “Prick.”
He deserved that. Just because his jaguar couldn’t get free, it was no excuse to leave Logan’s side. Tony shut the door, wondering if he would ever have sex with either mate without feeling as though a piece of his soul was stolen every time.
Chapter Nine
Rave stood on the balcony off of his bedroom. He looked off into the night, feeling the soft breeze of the spring night blowing across his face and through his hair. It was peaceful out here, quiet. He knew what was wrong with Logan. His mate had a budding power that he had to learn to control.
But Rave had no clue what was wrong with Tony. The man was closed off, secretive. He wouldn’t tell Rave what was wrong, and that bothered Rave. As a wolf shifter, a shifter period, he had a deep compulsion to take care of his mates, to make sure they were happy and healthy, well cared for. But Tony was making Rave fail at his job, his honor.
But Rave couldn’t complain. He had his own demons he lived with. The soldiers in this house had their demons from Jackson on one level or another. Rave had pushed his demons down so deep inside of him that he was almost positive that he had conquered the beast. But one look from Logan yesterday had unraveled everything Rave had tried hard to conceal.
“You look troubled.”
Rave smiled as he stared out into the night. Taz knew him well.
The man had a way of making Rave face what he didn’t want to face.
He wasn’t sure if that was such a good thing right now. Rave shrugged. “It’s my turn to fight my demons.”
Taz chuckled. It was warm, comforting, and made Rave want to smack the man. “What do you mean it’s your turn? You, along with everyone else, have been fighting our demons from the first day Jackson took over our pack. What makes meeting your mates any worse than what you had already been going through?”
“Shut up,” Rave said as his fingers curled tighter around the railing. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.”
Taz shook his head. “And you think I would lie to you to make you feel better?”
“Yeah.”
“Not going to happen. You know me better than that. We’ve been through too much together for me to lie to you, Rave.”
That was true, and as much as Rave didn’t want to face the truth, he was glad Taz was always honest with him. “You’re a dick.”
Taz laughed as he knocked his shoulder with Rave’s. “That I am.”
“Logan saw Jackson hurting me,” Rave said as he sobered. “He saw the images of what happened to me and what I had done. I feel like a fucking monster in his eyes now.”
Taz sighed. It was a knowing sigh, because Taz had been by Rave’s side through it all. Rave had considered taking Taz as a lover.
The man was stunning as hell and a great friend to have, but Rave knew that sometimes, crossing that line from friends to lovers destroyed more than it conquered. Their friendship had been too important for Rave to risk. But they did have a deep bond, a bond forged in the fires of hell, and Rave would love the man until his dying breath.
Besides, Taz was too damn picky for Rave. He glanced at Taz, trying to convey how much he appreciated and loved the man.
“I know,” Taz said as he popped Rave in the shoulder. “But your ass is too hairy for me.”
Rave chuckled. “Fuck you.”
“Don’t let Tony or Logan hearing you saying that. Tony has a gun.”
Rave nodded. “And he knows how to use his weapon very well.”
Taz scrunched his face up, his body shivering dramatically. “Too much detail, my friend.”
Rave leaned back, sighing as he shook his head. “All jokes aside, nothing changes the fact of how Logan must look at me now.”
“He’s your mate. Explain things to him. He’ll understand. From what you’ve told me, he is fighting inner demons as well. Maybe instead of looking at you as a monster, he’ll look at you as a kindred soul.”
Rave hadn’t thought of it like that. Logan had looked at him with understanding, but Rave had thought the man pitied him at the time. It still didn’t make him comfortable knowing that Logan had seen the monster inside of Rave, had seen the ugly things he had done while under Jackson’s ma
ddening reign. There didn’t seem to be any clear-cut answer.
“What are you doing in my room anyway?” Rave asked.
“You’re going to love this one.” Taz harrumphed. “You know how the winged beasts are patrolling the streets now for the hounds?”
Rave nodded, turning fully to Taz now. Somehow, he knew he wasn’t going to like this.
“Well, the alpha wants to team one of us up whenever a pair of winged beasts is out on patrol so we can learn how to fight the evil little doggies.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Rave stood there stunned. The hounds of hell were nothing to sneeze at. One bite and there was a chance a shifter wouldn’t survive. Of course, one bite and there was no way a human would survive. His mates were human, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Rave wanted to know how to protect both Tony and Logan against everything. Even evil little doggies, as Taz so eloquently phrased it.
“Nope, and guess who gets first go-round?”
From the look on Taz’s face, Rave didn’t need three guesses.
“Little ole me,” Taz supplied. “Wish me luck. If black shit starts oozing from my mouth, make sure you kiss me.”
Rave did not find that thought funny. Taz was his best friend, and he didn’t like the idea of him being out there fighting those nasty things. “Be careful, dumbass.”
“Aw, you care,” Taz teased, but Rave could see the slight fear in Taz’s eyes.
“No, it just took me forever to break you in as my best bud. I wouldn’t want to have to train anyone else.”
“Prick.” Taz chuckled as he walked from Rave’s balcony. Rave watched him leave, feeling a weight settle in his gut. If he ever lost Taz, Rave would never be the same again.
“What’s wrong?” Tony asked as he walked out onto the balcony with Rave. “You look like you just lost your best friend.”
Rave turned to his mate, eyeing him. “I guess we all have our little demons to deal with.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tony asked as he rested his hip on the railing, crossing his arms over his broad chest.