Authors: Gabrielle Evans
“More,” Echo demanded. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to walk after enduring two climaxes so close together, but he wanted—needed—more.
Fiero’s head snapped up, and he looked at Echo for a long time, several emotions Echo couldn’t identify playing over his face, before he grinned devilishly and dipped his head once. His strong arms wrapped around Echo’s waist, lifting him off of Eyce’s softening prick, and flipped him over, pushing him face-first into the mattress.
“Don’t move,” Fiero ordered.
Echo didn’t think he could move if he wanted to. His cock was still hard enough to cut glass, and his ass clenched and relaxed, anticipating and begging to be filled all over again.
He didn’t have to wait long before Fiero returned, and something cold and rigid nudged against Echo’s opening before Fiero pushed it inside in one rough shove.
Moaning and whimpering, Echo rolled his brow against the bed, clenching the sheets in his fists as he wiggled his upturned ass.
“So fucking pretty,” Eyce mumbled from behind him, and Echo only then realized the demon had moved to stand beside Fiero. “We need to get you more toys, baby.”
Toys?
Enlightenment dawned, and Echo realized the unyielding phallus currently moving in and out of his passage was a dildo. Even if he hadn’t figured it out then, he would have when it suddenly began vibrating, and he thought he’d come unglued.
Fiero fucked the toy in and out of his ass at a relentless and demanding pace as his other hand smoothed over the skin of Echo’s ass. Eyce’s hand skimmed over Echo’s back, down his spine and over his hips before sliding around him to grip his pulsing cock.
“Damn, he’s still fucking hard.” The warrior groaned, giving a couple of good strokes to Echo’s dick before releasing him. The bed dipped, and Echo blinked up to see Eyce kneeling in front of him. “Suck my cock,” his lover demanded.
Pushing up on his hands with an effort, Echo licked his lips once and dove forward, encircling Eyce’s renewed erection with his swollen lips. Eyce moaned and rocked his hips as his fingers tangled in Echo’s hair, pulling him down on his cock roughly.
“That’s it,” Eyce encouraged with a feral growl. “Eat that cock, baby. Damn, your mouth is like heaven.” He thrust forward, his movements jerking and ungraceful as he nudged the back of Echo’s throat with the tip of his prick.
The dildo pulled out of hungry hole, and three fingers replaced it, driving into Echo’s ass hard enough to pull a strangled, though muffled, groan from his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, do that again,” Eyce demanded, his fists tightening around Echo’s hair.
“What? This?” Fiero curled his fingers, brushing over Echo’s prostate, and Echo cried with such force, he began gagging, swallowing convulsively around the cock in his mouth.
“Oh, gods,” Eyce groaned gutturally. Apparently, he liked that a lot.
Fiero pulled his fingers free, lined up his huge dick, and drove into Echo without further preliminaries. He didn’t pause, didn’t stop, just gripped Echo’s hips and fucked him like a man possessed.
Echo couldn’t get enough. The more they gave him, the more he wanted, and he set to work, trying to suck Eyce’s brains out through his cock—metaphorically speaking.
A warm body draped over his back, covering him like a human blanket, as Fiero kept up his punishing pace. His lover’s warm hand palmed Echo’s aching cock, jerking him roughly as each of Fiero’s hard thrusts sent Eyce’s prick deeper into Echo’s mouth.
“Come,” Fiero growled. “Now!” He twisted his wrist around the crown of Echo’s cock as he snarled in his ear.
Echo’s body tensed, his muscles locking as his release rampaged through his body, speeding up his throbbing shaft to spill over Fiero’s hand and wrist.
“Ahhh,” Fiero moaned into the back of Echo’s neck, pushing into the hilt and grinding his groin over Echo’s ass as he unloaded his balls into Echo’s silky channel.
Eyce followed them quickly, pulling Echo’s face forward by his hair until his nose was buried in the demon’s closely-cropped, coarse hairs. Then creamy, salty seed filled Echo’s mouth, bathing his tongue and splashing against the back of his throat.
Swallowing quickly, Echo was proud when he didn’t miss a single drop. He licked Eyce’s clean, then let the warrior’s flagging erection slip from between his lips as Fiero gently eased out of him. Dropping forward, Echo sagged limply on the bed, smiling as only the truly well-fucked can, and drifted to sleep instantly.
Chapter Three
“You have friends?”
Eyce blinked at Echo once then burst into laughter. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
Echo blushed and scuffed his toe over the living room carpet. “I don’t know. I’ve been here for other a month, and I haven’t met anyone else. No one has even talked about having friends. I just assumed you guys kind of kept to yourselves.”
“We do for the most part.” Eyce was still having trouble controlling his amusement. “We still have to go into town a couple of times a month for supplies, though. I don’t know if I’d call them friends exactly, but they’re good people that we associate with fairly often.”
Echo cocked his hip out to the side and lifted his eyebrows. “Have you ever had a party here before?”
Damn. Busted.
Eyce shook his head slowly. “We’ve only lived here for a couple of years. We don’t age, so we try to move on before people become too suspicious.”
“Have you ever had a party at any of your other homes?”
Eyce chuckled as he shook his head again. “Fine. You win. We just wanted you to have a good time, so we invited some people from town over to toast in the New Year with us. Is that so wrong?”
A soft smile spread across Echo’s face, and he launched himself into Eyce’s arms with a giggle. “I think it’s awesome, but you should have just told me. I may not understand everything involved with being a demon, but I’m not stupid.”
Eyce spun his mate around in a circle, his heart soaring with Echo’s laughter. Then he pressed a quick smacking kiss to Echo’s lips and grinned. “I never thought you were stupid.”
“So, when is everyone supposed to be here?”
Eyce turned to glance over his shoulder at the large clock over the fireplace. “In about an hour, I guess.” He turned back to his mate, completely bewildered by the look of shock on Echo’s face. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Echo wiggled and pushed until Eyce had no choice but to set the little man on his feet or drop him…again. He’d never forgive himself for that little mishap in the bathroom the day Echo had arrived.
“People will be here in an hour, and you didn’t tell me? I’m still in my freakin’ pajamas!” Echo flapped his hands around as he turned in a circle, looking their living room over with a critical eye. “No one has cleaned or decorated. Do you have food? Drinks? Music? Oh, you can’t have a party without music.” He wandered off toward the staircase, muttering under his breath and waving his hands around wildly.
Eyce stood frozen in place, unsure of what to say or do next. True, he hadn’t thought of all of those things, but he didn’t think it would earn him any points with his mate to say so out loud. Shaking his head, he hurried out of the room to search for the other warriors. Myst was pretty good with shit like this. Maybe he could do something in the limited time they had before people started arriving.
“I don’t even have anything to wear,” Echo screeched from the second floor.
Eyce winced, but kept walking. Maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea after all. They’d all gotten together and decided that it wasn’t fair to keep Echo so isolated. None of them were very social, and they all had each other, so avoiding other people like the plague wasn’t exactly a hardship.
Their little mate had so much energy and charisma, though. He needed to interact with people, especially after the life of confinement he’d led inside that damn facility. Eyce growled as he stalked through the house looking for his fellow demons. The lab was something else they needed to discuss. The men who’d held Echo for all those years weren’t going to just sit back and let him get on with his life. They would come again, and soon.
Lost in his own thoughts, growing angrier with each step, Eyce didn’t see Syx until he plowed into the man, sending them both stumbling backward and groaning.
“Nice bumping into you.” Syx chuckled as he rubbed his brow where their foreheads had banged together.
“Did you get shit for the party?”
“Whoa! Where’s the hostility coming from?” Syx held his hands up, palms out. “Myst and Onyx are getting beer, wine, and munchies. They should be back any second.”
Eyce sighed and dipped his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to eat your face about it.”
Syx moved closer, wrapping his hand around the back of Eyce’s neck and pulling him into his embrace. “This is more than just the party. Talk to me.”
Resting his face on Syx’s shoulder, Eyce wrapped his arms around the man’s back and held him tight. “We have to do something about that fucking lab.”
“Agreed,” Syx growled immediately. Then his tone softened as his fingers slipped into Eyce’s long hair and began massaging his scalp. “One crisis at a time, though. Okay? Let’s just get through the next couple of hours.”
Eyce stood straight, his hands coming up to cradle Syx’s face. “You’re right. I just get crazy when I think about those fuckwads waltzing in here and trying to take our mate. I’ll kill them all before I let Echo go.”
Syx nodded solemnly then leaned forward to brush his lips against Eyce’s. “No one is going to take our mate. We’ll do whatever it takes to protect him.” He pressed more insistently against Eyce’s mouth, running his tongue over the seam until Eyce opened with a pathetic whimper.
The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, and they were both flushed and panting when they finally disconnected. “How are you always so calm?”
Syx took an unsteady step back and shrugged. “I’m not,” he answered simply.
“Well, you do a damn good job of hiding it.” Eyce chuckled and pulled on the ends of Syx’s shoulder-length blond hair. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Stop it.” Syx batted his hand away and chuckled. “Echo may be our mate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the rest of you as well.” He shook his head, a fond smile on his lips. “He just makes it easier to express it.”
* * * *
Fiero was hiding in the corner, sipping his beer and minding his own business when a snippet of conversation caught his attention. He didn’t move, didn’t turn his head, and his face showed no interest, but his eyes narrowed as he watched some asshole paw his mate from across the room.
“What would it take to get you naked and on top of me?” the man slurred.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Echo smiled, but it looked forced, and he tried to sidestep the man.
“Ah, now don’t be that way, sugar.” He stepped with Echo, blocking his escape as his hands continued to roam over Fiero’s mate. “I’ll make ya feel real good, baby.”
Echo pushed the man’s hands away from him, and tried once more to move around him. “I’m not your baby, and I suggest you keep your hands to yourself if you know what’s good for you.”
“Oh, I know what’s good for me.” The drunk snickered as his fingers looped around Echo’s arm and began tugging him away from the crowd. “I think my fat cock in your ass will be real good for me.”
Fiero pushed off of the wall, scanning the room for backup. He saw Eyce and Myst look his way, and he jerked his head in Echo’s direction as he wound his way through the guests, marching determinedly toward his mate.
“Let me go!” Echo yelled. He kicked out, his foot connecting solidly with the man’s knee.
The drunk grunted, yanking Echo around in front of him, as the other hand delivered a vicious backhand to his delicate little face.