Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen

the brightly lit sky as Rave and Tony lay on either side of him, keeping him grounded.
    “What happened?” Logan asked as he swallowed, the sound audible as the tears rolled down the sides of his face. They were hot, wet, and welcome. It meant he was no longer in the dark, no longer fighting the alluring call.
    “You took out half the police force,” Tony said. “You made the shifters drop to their knees, grabbing their heads. What did you do to them, Logan?”
    The question wasn’t accusing. It was gentle, but firm.
    “I don’t know,” Logan confessed. “I saw those bodies, and anger just took over.”
    “So now we know that anger is one of your triggers,” Rave said as he rolled to his side, using his arms to push away from the ground.
    Tony stood as well, both men reaching down to help Logan to his feet. He glanced around, seeing the police staggering to their feet as well.
    Logan wanted to apologize to everyone around him, but didn’t trust his voice. He felt doors slam inside his head, as if the power were shutting down on him for the time being. Logan shivered, praying he never hurt anyone, unintentionally or otherwise.
    “Let’s get you back to my place,” Rave said as he helped Logan walk back toward the car. “You need rest.”
    As if the words were spoken with magic, a headache started to throb low in his skull, and his limbs began quivering and shaking with a deep need to rest. Logan didn’t protest when Rave and Tony took him to the car and then drove him back to Rave’s. He felt out of it, unfocused, and drained.
    Rave led him to his bedroom and laid Logan down, stretching out beside him. Tony crawled onto the other side, pressing his chest into Logan’s back.
    Logan closed his eyes, praying he didn’t see the dead couple in his dreams.

Chapter Seven
    Tony tossed the phone aside, sighing deeply after his conversation with Director Simone. If he didn’t stop Aba soon, stop the killings, this town would be swarming with agents. That was not something a shifter town wanted when they desired to keep their existence a secret.
    He turned his head, seeing Logan asleep and Rave watching Tony intently. Rave had told him that all three of them were mates. He knew what mates were. His parents had been mates. But Tony had never thought to find his. He never thought he had one, let alone two.
    Tony had thought that with his recessed genes, that would never happen. But here he lay in the bed with two mates.
    Two mates that made his blood sing with desire.
    “I can smell your lust,” Rave said as he curled to his side, propping his head on his hand. His coppery-brown eyes gazed at Tony, a hint of humor and a pound of lust in their depths. He could see Rave’s wolf behind his eyes, watching him, waiting. Tony pushed from the bed, walking around the other side, and then dropped to his knees, pressing the palm of his hand over Rave’s erection. He had never been shy when it came to sex, and Tony wasn’t going to start now.
    Rave groaned as he stared down at Tony. The browns in his eyes seemed to bleed into the whites, growing darker, hungrier. Rave was watching him closely.
    With a roll of his body, Tony pulled Rave from the bed, both tumbling backward until Tony landed on top of the dark-haired man, his eyes blazing now with want and need. Rave reached up to touch Tony’s face, but he grabbed the man’s wrists, locking them on either side of his head. It was a power move, plain and simple, but effective.
    Rave didn’t move.
    Tony leaned forward, inhaling Rave’s scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. He may not have the ability to scent his mate, but smelling Rave was hardening his cock. Tony loved the smell of man, was addicted to the flavor. His legs shifted, trapping Rave between his thighs as he leaned back, giving himself enough space to gaze down at the guy.
    “You smell edible.” He grinned and then leaned forward to nip Rave on his jaw. “Simply edible.” He could