Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen Page A

feel small pants of Rave’s breath tickling his cheek. His mate’s breath was coming out raggedly, softly, though.
    “Then eat me,” Rave replied. There was no humor in the request, only a raw need that swam over Tony like fur running down his naked flesh. He shuddered and then nipped Rave on his bottom lip.
    “I plan to.”
    Rave’s wrists moved, pulling at Tony’s to be released. Tony moved away. Rave slid his hands under Tony’s shirt, smoothing over his back. Tony shivered. Rave slid the shirt up as his hands lifted, pulling it up and over Tony’s head. He raised his arms and allowed Rave to undress him. Rave tossed the shirt aside, it hit the floor soundlessly, and then Rave ran his hands down Tony’s chest, his thumbs playing at his nipples.
    A course of lust shot through Tony’s groin, making his dick throb with his heartbeat as Rave’s canines slowly slid down. Tony leaned forward, pushing against Rave’s hands, forcing his way to Rave’s throat as he nipped the tattoo on the man’s neck. He had never asked what the symbol meant. Tony had seen a lot of the wolves in this house with the tattoo on their necks, but he wasn’t going to ask. That was Rave’s decision if he wanted to tell Tony.
    Rave’s fingers tightened on Tony’s nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between his fingers. The pleasure of his mate’s hands racked Tony’s body, making him tremble with need as his tongue snaked out, licking a path from one side of Rave’s neck to the other.
    Tony’s hands glided up Rave’s arms, circling around his mate’s wrists, applying the lightest of pressure as he pressed his chest harder into Rave’s hands. Rave bucked underneath him, the brown in his eyes bleeding out until they were nothing but two coppery orbs.
    Rave’s wolf was close, watching Tony’s face with enchantment.
    He shifted his weight, pressing his body down until he could nuzzle Rave’s neck, and then leaned back, pulling Rave’s shirt free from his body. Tony needed raw, naked skin. His flesh needed flesh.
    Tony rubbed their chests together, feeling the sensual and hard body beneath him.
    “Are you rubbing your scent all over me, marking me?” Rave asked, this time humor floating around his words.
    Tony hadn’t realized what he’d been doing. Now that he thought about it, he’d never rubbed all over another man before. It had always been hard, rough sex, animalistic almost, but he’d never rubbed all over anyone before.
    “Maybe I am.” Tony glanced down at the tanned and gleaming chest. It was lean, strong, and damn near perfect. There were a few scars here and there, but nothing to detract from the sculpted way Rave was formed. His hands ran over the bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way. “Maybe I am,” he repeated more slowly this time.
    Glancing down Rave’s body, just above where Tony was sitting, he saw the outline to Rave’s erection. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. Tony released the snap on Rave’s pants, pulling the zipper down until he saw the moist head of Rave’s cock peeking out.
    He glanced up at his mate, staring into the deep pools of brown as he snaked his hand into Rave’s jeans and massaged the heated flesh. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Tony’s fingers.
    Lifting his hand to his mouth, Tony sucked his fingers in, the taste rolling over his taste buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Rave’s pants, chasing the material down Rave’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.
    Rave lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to Tony’s appreciative eyes. He drank the man in as he pushed Rave’s thighs apart. Rave didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing Tony had ever seen. A male’s body was such a sculpted piece of art to Tony, so perfect, so exotic. He found himself