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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