Zeus's Pack 9: Rave (16 page)

Einarr nodded. “I studied his kind for many years,” he answered.

“Logan is more or less rebooting. He expended a great deal of power today, and his body is exhausted, used up if you will. I am here to teach him how to channel his gift, to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Einarr waved at Logan lying prone on the bed.

Rave didn’t like it. Logan was his responsibility, his and Tony’s.

But he had to admit that he was clueless on how to help his mate. “I won’t let you take Logan to the demon realm.”

Einarr nodded. “It will be a little more difficult with daylight in your realm, but I can manage.”

Rave glanced at Tony, but his mate was too busy gawking at Einarr.

“Did he just really walk out of the corner of the room?” Tony asked.

Rave hid his grin. “He is a demon warrior from the demon realm, Tony. I see we have a lot to talk about.”

Tony’s eyes snapped over to Rave, anger and hurt still boiling in his brown eyes. “Yeah, teach me.” His tone was dry and full of sarcasm. Rave had a lot of ass to kiss to get back into Tony’s good graces. Rubbing the fact that Tony couldn’t shift into his face was the cruelest thing Rave could have done, and he wanted to beat his own ass for letting his emotions rule how he treated his mate. It was uncalled for and something he never planned on repeating again.

That was if Tony ever forgave him.

“Let him rest for at least twenty-four hours, and he should be fine,” Einarr said. “I will be back to check on him. Just call my name if you need me before then.”

“Just call your name?” Tony asked.

“Yep,” Einar said with a grin as he faded back into the shadows.

“He forgot to mention to make sure it’s dark when you call his name,” Zeus said. “Demons can’t hold their corporal form in daylight.”

Tony looked confused as hell, but nodded. Zeus left and Max walked toward the bedroom door. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do for your mate, but call me if anything changes so I can check him again.”

Rave wasn’t sure how much that would help considering Max was out of his depth, but he appreciated the sincere look on the lion shifter’s face. With Logan rebooting, Rave was left with Tony. He wasn’t sure what to say to make Tony see how truly sorry he was for being a rank bastard.

Tony solved that problem as he stretched out next to Logan and closed his eyes, leaving Rave to stand by himself in the room. Rave wondered if things were ever going to work out between them.

* * * *

Tony ran his knuckles over Logan’s jaw, worried for the man. It had been a little over twenty-four hours, and Logan still hadn’t opened his eyes. He was ready to call Einarr when Logan’s eyelids fluttered, revealing his pretty blue eyes. Tony held his breath, waiting for Logan to focus and fully wake up.

“Am I dead?” Logan asked as he ran his hand over his naked sternum. “Because if I’m not, Zeus is going to fry my ass.”

Tony grinned, happy to see Logan in such a teasing state after what the man had just been through. “Zeus isn’t the one who’s going to fry your ass, honey.”

Logan glanced over at Tony, worry in his eyes. “I guess not. Is Quinn okay?”

“He’s fine. Hunter and Tristan aren’t too happy about you almost melting their mate’s brain, but Quinn insisted that it was his idea. Was it?”

“I don’t know,” Logan replied. That was the honest truth. Things were a little blurry about what had happened. All Logan could really remember was the raw rage that had consumed him and taken over.

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?

“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.