Zeus's Pack 9: Rave

by Lynn Hagen

  Maybe he wasn’t meant to walk on the right side of this mess. Maybe styre mentes were meant to be evil. Logan shivered at that thought.

  He didn’t want to be evil. He had tried with everything in him not to lash out, but the power had built up and overflowed until Logan thought he was going to lose his mind.

  This was some scary shit he was dealing with. Logan was way past pissed at himself, at whoever gave him this power to begin with.

  He didn’t want it. He didn’t want to become evil. He had hurt someone, even if that person volunteered. Logan was truly afraid of his own self at that moment. He wasn’t even sure he knew who he was any longer.

  Things were happening inside of him, dark things, immoral things. Logan wanted run screaming from…himself. He curled into Tony’s side, unsure of what to say or do. How could he apologize for what he had done to Quinn? It was unforgivable in his book.

  “Someone is coming by to teach you how to harness your powers and use them correctly,” Tony said as he rubbed Logan’s back. “His name is Einarr.”

  Logan nodded into Tony’s chest, wondering how his mate could be so calm with him after what Logan had done. Logan was shocked Rave wasn’t here yelling his head off about using someone for his own gain. But it hadn’t been his own gain. Logan had been out of control with no way to stop the onslaught of what was happening to him. Would Rave believe that?

  “Where’s Rave?” Logan asked.

  “Not here.”

  Logan heard the flat way Tony answered him. Tony was still mad at Rave. This much he was sure about. How could Tony hold a grudge against Rave, but not be mad at him? “You can’t stay mad at him forever.”

  “Watch me,” Tony said.

  Logan pushed up, staring up at Tony. “You weren’t very polite when you addressed Rave.”

  “But it was the truth,” Tony argued.

  “And what Rave said wasn’t?”

  Tony’s eyes narrowed as his nostrils flapped in anger. “It’s not the same thing.”

  “How, Tony? You threw Rave’s past in his face, and he retaliated by throwing something just as hurtful in yours. You were both wrong and childish. You never use someone’s past against them if you love them.”

  “Love?” Tony repeated the word as his eyes widened. “Rave never said anything about love.”

  “Do you care about Rave?”

  Tony nodded.

  “Then you shouldn’t have said what you said, no matter if you felt it was justified. Words hurt, Tony. You can’t take them back once they are out there.” He really didn’t have room to talk. Logan had tried to use innocent people with his powers. He was just as guilty as his mates, but he had to smooth the ruffles between Tony and Rave.

  Logan was going to smooth the crap he had done with the deli clerk and pray Zeus didn’t tear him a new asshole.

  Tony looked as though the wind was let out of his sail. He grumbled something Logan couldn’t discern and then rolled to his back, staring up at the ceiling. Logan pushed up until he was lying across Tony’s broad chest. “You know what has to happen now, right?”

  Tony turned his gaze toward Logan, his brows furrowed. “No, what?”

  “Make-up sex,” Logan stated matter-of-factly. “It’s the only way.

  And it helps to clear up pimples and warts as well.”

  Tony chuckled. “I’ve never heard of that one before.”

  “Then you obviously have never been to high school,” Logan teased.

  “I’ve heard that sex is a great stress reducer,” Tony said before lowering his head, ghosting his lips over Logan’s. “I’m willing to find out if you are.”

  Logan was all for that. He’d slap a miracle label on sex if Tony would give him some. Logan scooted closer, his leg blanketing Tony’s. “I just noticed that I’m naked under the sheet. Have you been playing with my beans and wiener while I’ve been asleep?”

  Tony gave a full hearty laugh as he pulled Logan into his arms.

  “No, but I will the next time if you want.”

  “Groping an unconscious man.” Logan snickered. “Now that’s just downright perverted.”

  Tony’s grin was wide as he kissed Logan. “I never said I was a saint.” His hand squeezed Logan’s ass, making him moan as Tony took the kiss deeper. Logan slung his leg over Tony’s hip, giving his mate room to do all the playing his heart desired. His cock thickened as Logan began to hump Tony’s stomach. The man was driving him crazy, and all Tony was doing was squeezing his ass.

  Logan yelped when Tony rolled them, his mate somehow naked as well. Logan had a sneaking suspicion that Tony had this all planned. Of course Logan wasn’t going to complain. His legs wrapped around Tony, pulling his mate closer. “Fuck me.”

  “Oh, I plan to.”

  “No, now. Get the lube and fuck me back into unconsciousness.”

  “You don’t want me to stretch you?”

  Logan twisted his lips, staring at Tony’s lust-filled brown eyes.

  “No, just fuck me hard and fast.”

  Tony’s nostrils flared as he grabbed the lube and smeared the gel onto his cock. Logan wasn’t so sure about his request, but he wanted to feel alive, feel anything, even if it was the pain of taking his mate into his body. He got his wish when Tony plunged into his ass, hard and raw, making Logan shout as Tony began to fuck him like a madman.

  Logan took it, took the punishment as he bucked his hips, fucking Tony in return. Sweat started building up on his body that quick, making Logan try even harder to come. He needed the release, needed the tension in his body to ease.

  Tony’s fist slammed into the headboard, a low growl falling from his lips. Logan saw the fight inside Tony, but knew what it was about this time. “Bite me.”

  “I can’t,” Tony gritted out in frustration.

  “Your teeth don’t have to grow, Tony. Just bite the fuck out of me. Do it!”

  Tony slammed his teeth against Logan’s shoulder, a whimper and a snarl leaving his lips as his blunt teeth dug so deeply into Logan that Logan knew he was going to have marks, if not a scar. He would wear that scar proudly, damn it. “Yes!” Logan shouted as Tony plunged his cock in and out of his ass, stiffened, and then released Logan’s shoulder as he shouted his release.

  Logan was still hard, but he knew it wasn’t because Tony was a bad lover. There was too much tension built up inside of him. “I can’t come,” Logan said in frustration. “I’m too tense.”

  Tony rolled from between Logan’s legs and swallowed his cock.

  Logan saw Rave standing just inside the door, longing in his eyes to join Logan and Tony on the bed. Logan bit his bottom lip and curled his finger in, telling Rave to come here. Rave shook his head as he leaned against the wall, watching.

  “Can Rave fuck you?” Logan asked as he panted and then swallowed, his cock hard and buried in Tony’s mouth. Tony’s head pulled back, Logan’s swollen cock slipping free. Logan wanted to shout his protest, but knew that Tony and Rave needed to come to some sort of truce. But damn if he didn’t want to shove Tony’s face back down between his legs.

  Logan curled his fingers into the headboard, breathing through his lust as he watched.

  “Come here, Rave,” Tony said.

  “No,” Rave said as he shook his head. “This is your time with Logan.”

  “What, we share him on separate time frames now?”

  Rave shrugged, looking like a lost man as he stood there. “You tell me.”

  “I’m telling you to get fucking naked and come here, damn you.”

  Rave’s eyes widened as he took a step closer. Logan wanted to shout at Rave to hurry the hell up so Tony could go back to sucking his cock, but curled his lips in, fighting not to ruin this moment for the two.

  Rave began to slowly peel his clothes off, his eyes never leaving Tony’s. He climbed onto the bed, and Logan heard a quick intake of breath as Tony pulled Rave under him, resting Rave’s head on Logan’s cock.

  Just great, he had head, but no
one was sucking him. How ironic was that?

  “I’m so sorry,” Rave cried out as Tony leaned down and began to kiss him. Logan watched, getting even hotter as the two made out. He cleared his throat, tapping Tony on the shoulder.

  “If one of you two don’t lean over here and put my cock into one of your mouths, I’m going to throw the biggest hissy fit you’ve ever seen.”

  Tony chuckled as he leaned forward and licked a long path up Logan’s shaft. “Nope, not gonna do.”

  Rave squirmed from under Tony, situating himself behind the man. Logan was torn between getting his cock sucked and crawling down the bed to watch Rave fuck Tony. Choices, choices. He opted to get his cock sucked. He wasn’t stupid, after all.

  Logan forgot about Rave behind Tony as Tony sucked him like a pro. Logan writhed on the bed, chasing after his orgasm like wind riding a storm. He was going to find it or one of his mates was going to be limping. If he couldn’t find release getting sucked, he was going to fuck someone into the wall.

  Logan raised his hips higher and then reached down between his legs, pulling hard on his sac. That did it. Logan’s mouth fell open, a tight squeak coming out as his body exploded into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors. Oh hell, he just might fall back into a damn coma.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Logan shouted. He slumped back into the mattress, his eyelids heavy with satiation as he heard Tony and then Rave cry out their release. His eyelids tried to lift so he could see the wondrous sight, but hell, he was just too damn exhausted. He was floating along, just enjoying the natural high, as boneless as any man could get after a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Who said sex didn’t cure a whole slew of things?

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Okay, now visualize the place where your powers rest.”

  Rave watched from across the room as Einarr gave Logan his lesson. The demon had wanted the room cleared out, but Rave and Tony had argued to stay. They weren’t going to let Logan go this alone. If nothing else, they wanted him to feel their support.

  And lord knew Rave had a lot of making up to do. He wasn’t going to let Logan down again. “Do you know why I can feel when Logan uses his powers?” Rave asked.

  “You are interrupting,” Einarr growled. “Questions after the lesson or leave.”

  Rave screwed his face up, mimicking the demon. Childish? Yeah, so what. He was hungry, and being hungry always put Rave in a chompy mood. Tony elbowed him, his brows pulled down in a disapproving expression. Rave sighed as he left the bedroom to find something to eat. For him, an empty stomach equaled an empty head.

  He walked into the kitchen to find some leftovers when he felt prickles of power pushing against his mind. Rave glanced around but didn’t see anyone. Could he feel Logan all the way down here? He had been at a great distance when he felt Logan fighting Quinn, so it was probably just Logan practicing.

  He rummaged through the fridge, smiling when he grabbed the plastic bowl with the leftover lasagna that Jasper had made the night before. Damn, his mouth was watering for some of that.

  Rave dropped the bowl, watching it hit the floor and tumble onto its side as he grabbed his head. That wasn’t Logan practicing. It was too strong, too powerful. Logan had proven himself powerful, but Einarr had said they would start off with something light for Logan’s first practice.

  That wasn’t something light.

  Rave blinked a few times, his head throbbing gently, but he still didn’t see anyone. He picked the bowl off of the floor, set it on the counter, and then fell to his knees as he cried out. Images of Rave grabbing the large butcher’s knife pushed into his mind, and Rave knew then who was doing this.

  Aba.

  He tried to run from the kitchen, to go get his mate, and possibly Einarr if the demon could fight Aba, but he fell into the wall just inside the kitchen when a wave of pain crashed over him.

  Rave touched his face, his fingers coming away with blood. His damn nose was bleeding. What the fuck? The image of the butcher’s knife sailed across his vision once more as Rave felt himself walking back over to the counter. The butcher’s knife was sitting on the cutting board, gleaming in the lighting.

  It looked sharp, deadly as hell as well. Rave’s heart began to pound in his throat as he walked closer. He knew that if he reached that knife, he was dead.

  “No!” he shouted as he tried to take a step back, putting some distance between him and the knife. The temperature in the room dropped like a heavy weight. Rave knew it was a trick of the mind.

  He was standing in his kitchen, but feeling as though he were standing in the middle of a snowstorm instead. His teeth began to chatter as he pulled his body away from the counter, fighting against the need to get to that damn knife.

  “Help!” Rave shouted, but no one came to the kitchen. He was on his own. “You can’t hurt me!” Rave shouted into the empty kitchen.

  “Oh, I think I can, wolf. I think I can.” Aba appeared from beside the cabinets. Rave hadn’t even seen the man hiding there. Had Aba kept him from seeing the man? Was he that good, that powerful? If he was, Rave was fucked.

  Rave grabbed the island, using his hands to pull away from the counter with the butcher’s knife lying on it. He wasn’t going to get the knife and allow Aba to make Rave kill himself. He wasn’t.

  Aba took a step closer to Rave as the power rolled over Rave’s skin, pushing into his mind more forcefully. His fingers began to cramp on the marble countertop, but Rave refused to let go, refused to butcher himself.

  Blood trickled thicker down his lip, but if Rave raised his hand to wipe it away, he was done for. Instead, he turned his head and wiped his mouth on his shirt, glaring at Aba. “I won’t let you control me.”

  “We’ll see,” Aba said with a small chuckle. The veins became pronounced at his temples as he locked eyes with Rave. The irises in Aba’s eyes were dark, bottomless pits of hell staring back at him.

  Rave could see that not only did Aba choose the dark side, he had lovingly embraced it. A high buzzing began in Rave’s head, like buzzing bees. He smacked his hands over his temples and realized his mistake too late. His body shot forward, his abdomen slamming into the counter. The knife lay there, gleaming and ready to cut anything in its path. The blade was sharp. Jasper kept all his knives sharp.

  Jasper’s anal need for sharp knives was going to be Rave’s death.

  How ironic. As if an invisible rope was attached to Rave’s wrist, his hand began to reach for the knife. “No, damn it,” Rave gritted out, but his hand was still reaching for the knife.

  “Yes, damn it,” Aba mocked him. He stood there in his black suit, crisp and clean, his skinny tie with its silver clip so shiny against the black. Rave wanted to shift and…fuck! How could he have forgotten about his wolf? Rave shifted into his wolf form. There was no way he could grab the knife with paws.

  “That will not stop me, wolf,” Aba said as he reached over and grabbed the knife. Rave growled and snarled, baring his teeth, but stood perfectly still as Aba approached him. Rave fought the urge to lift his head and bare his neck. He was not giving Aba his neck.

  He threw his head back and howled, howled so loud that Aba had to cover his ears. Rave knew someone heard him then. They better have fucking heard him or he was going to be sacrificed with a slit throat.

  He heard heavy footfall as he fought to back away. Aba leapt at him, the knife swinging in the air. Rave howled again when the blade cut across his front leg. He felt the blood spilling from the wound, but he didn’t lose his concentration. Aba swung at him again, but Rave felt the release from the styre mente’s mind. He jumped back in time, the blade embedding into the wood of the island.

  “No!” Logan shouted as he came into the room. Rave saw in that one glimpse of a moment what Aba wanted to do to his mate. He wanted Logan’s powers. If Aba killed Logan, Logan’s ability would be absorbed into Aba’s body. He wouldn’t allow that to happen.

  “Abaddon,” Einarr sneered. “Long time no see.”

&nbs
p; “You know him?” Logan asked.

  “I do,” Einarr said.

  * * * *

  “He was named after the deceiver. Abaddon likes to think himself all-powerful, but he is not,” Einarr replied. Logan snapped his head from Aba to Rave, rage filling him at the sight of Rave bleeding.

  “What did you do to my mate?” Logan demanded.

  “Come see,” Aba taunted.

  Logan blew out a breath, praying like hell that he wasn’t about to get his ass handed to him. Logan smoothed his hair back, reaching down inside of him where his powers rested. He tried his hardest not to look anxious or scared. But it wasn’t easy. Aba was out to kill him.

  Of that Logan had no doubt.

  Einarr laughed, but it turned into a low chuckling growl as he stood to Logan’s right. “Do you think he’s stupid enough to come to you?”

  “So, you have been training him?” Aba asked Einarr.

  Too bad it was only an hour’s worth of training. Why couldn’t Aba come at a later date when Logan was a little more skillful?

  “I have,” Einarr admitted.

  “To fight against me?” Aba looked offended. Logan wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wanted to get Rave away from Aba’s side.

  His mate was bleeding all over the floor, which meant the wound was pretty damn deep.

  “Yes,” Einarr replied, “against you.”

  Logan was glad one of them was calm, because he was about to lose his damn mind. Einarr stood there as if the two were talking about the weather. He knew the demon had come to teach him how to control his powers, so what was the man talking about?

  “Is this some half-baked attempt to redeem yourself for failing me?” Aba asked. Logan could feel Aba’s powers sliding over him like slick, black oil. He stopped himself from shivering. The probing wasn’t hurting him, but he didn’t like it.

  “No,” Einarr said as he shook his head. “I did all I could for you, Abaddon. It was your choice to hurt people.”

  “You were his teacher?” Logan asked in surprise.