Authors: Gabrielle Evans
Crawling up his lover’s chest, Echo straddled his hips, rocking against him as he pushed his fangs deeper into Eyce’s neck. The warrior cried out, his hips jerking upward, and wet heat exploded between them. Mmm, maybe this vampire stuff wasn’t so bad.
Eyce shuddered beneath him, his hands smoothing down Echo’s back and over his hips to grip his ass and massage the rounded globes. He squeezed and kneaded, pulling Echo’s cheeks apart so that cool air brushed over his twitching hole. A warm, slippery tongue immediately replaced the slight breeze, and Echo groaned around the flesh in his mouth.
Lost in the taste of Eyce’s blood, the powerful feeling of giving his lover pleasure through his bite, Echo hadn’t notice Fiero was awake. Slipping his canines from Eyce’s neck as gently as possible, he glanced over his shoulder just as Fiero swiped his tongue over Echo’s tight opening.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
Echo returned his attention to Eyce and smiled. “A little tired, but you’re not going to talk me into missing this.”
“Not sore?” Eyce probed further as he skimmed his fingers up Echo’s sides.
“I’m fine, Eyce.” He bent closer and pressed their lips together. “I love you, yeah?”
“Love you, too,” Eyce whispered, “fangs and all.”
Fiero’s tongue licked against his hole, ringing it, and pushing inside. A deep, rumbling growl vibrated Echo’s chest, a sound he’d never heard himself make, and he arched his back and rocked his aching cock against Eyce’s as he pushed back into Fiero’s mouth.
His thirst sated for the moment, another kind of need swept through him, tightening his muscles, and burning his body. “More,” he demanded. A thick finger pushed in beside Fiero’s tongue, sawing in and out of Echo’s clenching hole. It wasn’t enough. “More!”
“Demanding little shit,” Eyce mumbled with a feral grin.
Echo’s loosely held control snapped, and he launched himself off the bed faster than he’d ever moved before. In the next blink, he had Fiero on his back, crawling up his body, and devouring his mouth. He growled and snarled, thrusting his hips against his lover’s naked body, writhing on top of him as his cock pulsed, swelling to the point of pain. “Give. Me. More!”
He felt movement, heard rustling in the background, but his hazy brain couldn’t register who or what made the noise. His throat began to burn again, his fangs lengthening and throbbing as he sucked at Fiero’s neck. “Want you. Want to bury my cock in your tight ass and make you scream my name. Would you like that? Would you like me pounding into you until you come so hard you pass out?”
“Holy fuck.” Fiero groaned, craning his head to the side and arching his back.
That was enough of an answer for Echo. Before he could move to retrieve the lube, though, two slick fingers pushed into his fluttering entrance, and he hissed against Fiero’s throat. Fiero growled, his muscles tightening then relaxing as he fisted his hands in Echo’s hair and attacked his mouth.
The digits sawed in and out of his hole, pumping hard and fast several times before a third joined them and started the process all over again. Echo’s body thrummed with pleasure, his muscles quivering with anticipation.
When Eyce extracted his fingers, Echo shimmied down Fiero’s body, dropping his feet to the floor and hooking the demon’s knees over his arms. With ease, he jerked the warrior to him, dipping two fingers into Fiero’s clenching opening to make sure he was stretched, then swiftly replacing them with the head of his cock. “I can’t go slow,” he warned seconds before he shoved in to the root.
Fiero roared, his inner walls clamping down around Echo’s cock, stroking and massaging him until he thought he’d lose his mind. Leaning over his mate, Echo stretched Fiero’s legs wider, opening him up so he could drive in deeper. Two hard snaps of his hips, and Echo stilled, waiting for Eyce to join them as he swirled his tongue around one of Fiero’s copper-colored nipples.
Eyce parted Echo’s cheeks and rubbed the weeping tip of his cock over Echo’s puckered hole, then rocked forward until the flared crown popped through the guarding ring of muscles. Echo groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and pushed back, pulling his dick from Fiero’s ass as he impaled himself on Eyce’s huge length.
Eyce echoed his groan as his fingers dug into Echo’s hips, and he began a slow, deliberate pace. Push and pull, give and take, they found their rhythm and moved as one. Over and over Echo dragged his flexing cock over the straining muscles of Fiero’s hole. Eyce filled him, retreated, and filled him again, stretching his inner walls and brushing over his sweet spot.
His throat felt raw and scratchy, his balls churned and ached, his heart kicked against his sternum, and Echo couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar loud enough to shake the windows, he jerked his hips, driving into Fiero’s yielding body and demanding Eyce keep pace with him.
“Mine!” he snarled just before sinking his fangs into the sweat-slicked flesh just over Fiero’s heart.
“Mine,” Eyce whispered into his ear and bit into the sensitive skin on Echo’s shoulder.
Echo felt the bond snap into place, so intense that it stole his breath and robbed him of speech. With a muffled whimper, he sucked hard on Fiero’s chest, grinding against his lover’s ass as his balls unloaded, and his cock erupted to spill his release into his mate’s waiting channel.
Eyce extracted his own fangs, crying out Echo’s name as he pounded into him, pumping through his orgasm. The hot splash of his release against Echo’s inner walls sent him into overdrive, and he released his hold on Fiero to scream out to the ceiling when another blinding orgasm ripped through him, and he filled Fiero’s passage to overflowing.
A second later, Eyce pulled from Echo’s hole, tugging him back with him so that his still-hard dick slid out of Fiero’s entrance as well. Echo shuddered against Eyce’s chest, his body strung tight and in need of more. Gods, he’d never felt so out of control before.
Before knew what was happening, Fiero’s arms locked around his waist and flipped Echo beneath him on the mattress. “Let’s see who screams now.” Then he drove into Echo’s stretched hole in one mighty plunge.
He didn’t waste time but slammed into Echo over and over with such force that it pushed them up the mattress. “Scream for me, baby. Scream my name,” Fiero demanded. His fingers fisted in Echo’s hair, jerking his head back as his other arm slid under Echo’s back and lifted him so that their chests pressed together. “Human, vampire, or dodo bird, you will always be mine.”
His pointed canines pierced Echo’s neck, pushing in deep, and the rhythm of his hips faltered. For the third time, an unbreakable connection snapped into place, slamming into Echo like a freight train, and he screamed until his voice gave out while his cock shot spurt after spurt of cream between them.
When he came down to earth, he found himself cleaned and snuggled in bed between his lovers, both of them kissing and stroking him. “Thank you. Love you,” they both chanted between kisses.
“Sleep,” Fiero whispered.
Too exhausted to argue, Echo took Eyce’s hand and wrapped it around him as he turned to snuggle into Fiero’s chest. The instant his cheek touched Fiero’s skin, he slipped happily into the void.
Chapter Six
Onyx paced the kitchen, each pass taking him by the door to the basement. He glanced out the window every few seconds, watching impatiently as the sun sank lower in the sky. His hands clenched and relaxed at his sides. His strides were long, his movements stilted, and his anxiety built with every ticking minute.
“Dude, would you sit down?” Myst called from the kitchen table. “You’re making me twitchy as hell.”
“How long until sundown?” He’d yet to sleep since they’d found Echo tied to that tree. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw their mate’s limp, broken body swaying from that rope. He just needed to talk to Echo, hold him, touch him for just a minute and assure himself his lover was safe and alive.
“Another twenty minutes or so, man. You’re going to wear a hole in the damn floor if you don’t sit your ass down.”
His lips peeled back from his teeth, and Onyx snarled as he stalked past his lover again. He knew he was being a dick, but he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he’d tried to get closer to Echo the night before, it seemed like he’d been pushed aside while Eyce and Fiero took over. And if it wasn’t those two, then Vapre and Syx were right there.
“Doesn’t it ever piss you off? Don’t you ever just want to scream and beat something?”
Myst looked up at him for a long time before he nodded slowly. “Sure, it pisses me off sometimes. I mean, he is my mate just as much as he belongs to them. I don’t think anyone means to push us to the side, though. We just don’t ever say anything.”
Onyx admitted the truth in the warrior’s words. Just because he didn’t say much didn’t mean he didn’t feel, though. He just needed to know Echo was safe, and then he would drift back into the shadows and stay out of everyone’s way.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but I guess Echo’s plan kind of worked.”
“Yeah, I don’t think getting kidnapped, beaten, drained, and turned into a fucking bloodsucker was part of that plan.”
Myst rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant. You need to calm down, Onyx. Echo is going to rip you a new one if you keep acting like this.”
“What if something happened?” Onyx voiced his greatest fear. “What if he didn’t survive the change?”
“You read too much.” Myst snorted. “If something had happened, you can bet your ass Eyce and Fiero would be ripping that door down to get him to Hex. You really think they’d just sit there and watch him die without even telling us?”
Onyx sighed and resumed his pacing. Okay, so he was being irrational. He’d never survive it if something happened to his men, though. Echo had swept in, wormed his way into Onyx’s heart, and changed everything. While he still hadn’t found the courage to voice his desires, he no longer tried to deny them. There was just no way to deny the things Echo made him feel—not only for his little mate, but for the other warriors as well.
He wanted vengeance for what had happened to Echo. His lover deserved nothing less from his mates. They’d sworn to protect him against all the evils of the world, and they’d let him down in the worst way.
How could Onyx claim to love the man if he didn’t do everything in his power to see Echo’s tormentor pay for his crimes? How could he call himself a warrior if he sat by and did nothing? No, Echo deserved more from him.
Spinning on his heels, he marched to the back door and wrenched it open. Ignoring Myst’s calls, he stepped out into the waning light and sprinted across the field and into the trees. He didn’t care how long it took him, how much he suffered, or even if he raced toward his own death. He would not return until he’d made things right.
* * * *
“Where is he going?” Hex asked as he watched Onyx storm out of the kitchen and slam the back door behind him.
“I don’t know. He’s been acting strange all day. I don’t think he slept at all.”
“He feels guilty.” Hex scrubbed his hands over his face. Hell, they all did. They’d failed their mate. He wouldn’t have blamed the man if he never forgave them, but of course, that just wasn’t Echo’s style.
“The sun’s almost down. Do you think it’s safe to—” Myst stopped abruptly as he looked up at Hex. “Motherfucker!”
Hex jerked a little and looked around him. There was nothing there. “What? What the hell, Myst?”
Myst sprang out of his seat, grabbed Hex’s face, and stared into his eyes. “I am really starting to feel left out, and it is so not fair for you to look even sexier now.”
Oh!
“My eyes,” he said with a soft chuckle. He wound his arms around Myst and dragged him closer. “You like?”
“Mmm, I think I do,” Myst purred before licking at Hex’s lips. “Burgundy is definitely your color.” He placed a quick but searing kiss on Hex’s lips then slipped away. “Can we wake Echo up now? I really need to see him.”