Free Revo's Property by Angelique Voisen

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shoulder, Spider let out a triumphant howl. The lean-bodied incubus quickly
ditched the bike, didn’t look back, and started running.
    Futile effort fucker. Nonetheless, the sight of his running prey
excited Mace. Nothing quite like expending energy for a meal worth having.
Spider darted past him, black form leaner and faster compared to Mace’s larger
sized beast, but Mace caught up to him in no time. Spider closed his teeth over
the hem of Echo’s shirt, brought him down to the pock marked road with a cry
from Echo.
    Mace let out a
brassy and possessive growl that made Spider pause, flatten his ears and back
away. Wise enough to know he hadn’t stand a chance on-foot against two
werewolves Echo didn’t bother running. He sat up slowly, curled his body into a
tight ball, watching with wide and fearful eyes as Mace and Spider circled him.
Like this, dressed in a pair of battered sneakers, faded skinny jeans and a
ratty shirt plastered with sweat against his back, Echo looked like something a
cat would drag in.
    Had this little
demon really been the source of Mace’s pain?
    Then Mace made his
first mistake.
    He didn’t tear out
Echo’s throat and put an end to this sorry assed mess. Instead, he scented the
incubus.
    Mace nosed his way
up Echo’s golden throat, and ignored the way he visibly flinched. Echo grew
still at Mace’s warning rumble. Motionless like a statue with the exception of
his air he expelled from his lungs and the sound of his heart beating evenly
against his chest. He smelled wrong had been Mace’s first thought. Like a
collection of other people, perhaps the scent of his other victims, but
underneath he was a blank slate—pure unsullied nothingness. Echo could be
anyone and everyone.
    What the fuck?
    Echo suddenly
grabbed a fistful of Mace’s fur. Impulse prevented Mace from snapping his neck
with his teeth, but his front paws sunk a couple of inches into the denim
fabric, drawing blood. Echo’s breath tickled against him, panting and aroused.
Mace realized Echo was still high. Riding on whatever effects he got from
feeding on the lust of others.
    “Boss, careful. He’s
caught you in his trap,” Spider’s human voice rasped from behind him.
    No, not Mace,
especially when Echo pressed the perfect line of his throat against Mace’s
canines—conceding defeat and offering himself up.
    Echo badly wants to die. He’s been searching for a long time for the
person worthy of taking his life, Mace thought.
    Bloody coward . Mace shrugged off his wolf as easily
as changing a new set of clothes. Fur flowed off him, organs rearranged inside
him, and his canines and claws withdrew. He grasped Echo’s throat easily with
one hand, cradled him close like a lover would so he could deal the damaging
verbal blow. “You fucking spineless piece of shit.”
    Echo flinched at
those words. Painfully closed his eyes and finally looked at Mace. “Please. Get
on with it.”
    “You want to die so
badly, fucker?” Mace’s fingers dug into Echo’s silken neck. Every muscle there
stood out, and Echo’s pulse beat against him in anticipation and want. “Things
like you disgust the hell out of me.”
    “You’re afraid we’re
so alike,” Echo whispered, voice barely audible, but Mace caught each one.
    Mace let go of him,
distancing himself. Echo rose on his knees, looking up at him, confusion and
desperation etched on his face. This
little demon could be a fucking dangerous drug.
    Echo would bring
Mace nothing but the strange mix of ecstasy and misery. Once Mace took him, he
had a feeling wouldn’t be able to easily shake off his new addiction. Echo was
unlike the cocks and pussies easily available for Mace’s access back at the
clubhouse. No. Echo was the sort of poison that got under his skin and refused
to leave. Pure gasoline and Mace would burn.
    “If you ever show
your face here again, I’ll fucking make sure you regret ever being born, you
understand?”
    A weak threat every
one of them there