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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