Evans, Gabrielle - The Hunger [Fatefully Yours 7] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove)

by Gabrielle Evans

  “Same here,” Myst mumbled. Those damn leeches were fast. Once he’d dispatched one of them, two more would lunge for him. Just before Echo arrived, Myst had been having serious doubts about their ability to make it out of that basement alive. “I thought I was going to throw up my heart when I heard him scream.”

  “Very eloquent,” Vapre said around a snort as he leaned forward from the third-row seat. “But I know what you mean. I completely lost it.”

  “I hate that he got hurt,” Hex growled. “If he hadn’t, though, I think we’d probably all be dead.”

  “Dude, he completely smoked those vampires. I have never seen anything like that.” Myst stared at Echo’s sleeping form in amazement. “What the hell was that?” Their little mate had practically exploded into a ball of light, and when Myst could see again, the vampires had been charred crispy.

  No one spoke, and they all looked just as mystified as he felt. “Is Echo okay?” Hex asked instead.

  “Yes,” Eyce murmured. “He’s sleeping, and the wounds have already closed.” He stared down at the man in his lap with such tenderness, Myst had to swallow down the lump in his throat. “How he will deal emotionally when he wakes up is another question.”

  “He’s tough.” Myst nodded curtly. “He’ll be fine.”

  Syx sighed and dropped his head back to the seat. “I don’t think he’ll be afraid of us if that’s what you’re worried about, Eyce. Before he fell asleep, the only thing he feared is that we’d blame him for what happened.”

  “So, what do we do now?” Vapre asked.

  “We get ready for the new moon.” Hex’s fingers curled tighter around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “We try to find some answers. So far, we’ve been lucky. I have a feeling that luck is about to run out.”

  Though he didn’t say anything, Myst agreed. How long could they continue to outrun Ares? It seemed the god was always two steps ahead of them, and as soon as they overcame one problem, half a dozen more cropped up.

  It didn’t help that their numbers had just been reduced either. “How ironic is it that Jet and Pax actually ended up being mated to Lorcan?”

  “Are we sure it’s a good idea to leave them with the pack?”

  Hex glanced over his shoulder at Syx. “I don’t think we have a choice. They’re grown men, and it just seems cruel to keep them from their mate.”

  “Do you still think Lorcan will help in the war?” Myst didn’t know what a bunch of shifter pups were going to do against creatures of the Underworld, but they weren’t in any position to turn away willing allies.

  “He says they will,” Hex answered slowly. “We need Jet and Pax. I don’t know why exactly, but if they were sent to us, there has to be a reason. Lorcan isn’t just going to let his men go off to battle alone.”

  “Jet and Pax were pretty damn insistent that they are going to fight.” Eyce chuckled under his breath.

  “I get why the shifters are staying, but why Craze and the little vamps?”

  “Safety in numbers?” Syx shrugged. “Craze almost lost his mates once. What would you do to keep Echo safe?”

  “Anything, even live with a bunch of mangy dogs.”

  Everyone laughed quietly as Hex pulled to a stop in front of the house. Damn, it was good to be home. Though it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours since they left, it felt like a lifetime. Myst wanted a shower, food, and a nap—preferably naked with his lovers. He probably wouldn’t get much sleep that way, but he was willing to risk it.

  * * * *

  The scalding water beat against his shoulders and neck, washing away the dirt, grime, and blood. Onyx stared into the drain as the filthy water whirled around it and disappeared. He didn’t want to see anyone. Didn’t want to talk to anyone. Hell, he didn’t even want to be there any longer.

  He’d lost control. For the first time in centuries, he’d lost control and almost killed the men he loved more than his next breath. Gods, they deserved so much better than him. How the hell did he even apologize for something like that?

  The shower glass slid open, and Onyx groaned at himself for forgetting to lock the bathroom door. He didn’t turn, didn’t care who was with him. If he just ignored them, maybe they would go away.

  “We’re not going anywhere,” Syx replied quietly. The “we” caught Onyx’s attention, and he glanced over his shoulder but only found Syx there. Whatever. It didn’t matter.

  Though he reminded himself that he didn’t care to see any of them, some part of his heart ached in disappointment that it wasn’t Echo who’d come to find him. He could only imagine what his little mate must think of him—and none of it was good.

  “That’s enough,” Syx said gently as he reached around Onyx to turn off the shower. “Come with us.”

  Onyx didn’t move. “I’m not very good company right now. Maybe we can talk later.”

  “It wasn’t a request,” Hex said from outside the shower. His voice was deep and commanding, the tone he adopted when he was more their alpha than their lover.

  With a silent sigh of resignation, Onyx pushed past Syx and stepped out of the shower. “What?” he growled.

  “We need to talk.”

  “Fine.” Onyx stomped over to the door and wrenched it open. They had every right in the world to tear into him about what happened back in that basement. Couldn’t they at least give him five fucking minutes to deal with it before they started, though?

  Butt naked and dripping wet, he marched down the hall to his bedroom, threw the door open and did a face plant on his mattress. He was being a total dick, and he knew it, but damn it, he just couldn’t deal with all the shit anymore.

  “Are you done?”

  With a frustrated groan, Onyx rolled over to his back and stared up at his mate. “Maybe.”

  Echo snorted. “You’re being a dick.”

  Yeah, he knew he was. “I know. If everyone would just leave me alone—”

  “You’d do what?” Echo lifted an eyebrow in question. “Sulk in your room?”

  “Echo, I almost killed us all. How do you think that makes me feel?”

  “Well, I just obliterated a couple dozen vampires, and I don’t even know how I did it. How do you think that makes me feel?”

  Okay, so the man had a point. Still, Onyx wasn’t up Echo’s ass, badgering him to talk about his feelings and use his grown-up words. If his mate wanted to pout, then he should be allowed to pout. See, he could be completely reasonable.

  Without a word, Echo began to strip, and pissed off or not, Onyx’s body couldn’t help but respond. His cock swelled to hard and throbbing in a matter of seconds with each inch of creamy skin Echo revealed.

  When his mate had divested the last of his clothing, he stood just out of Onyx’s reach, his impressive cock jutting from its nest of closely cropped curls. Echo palmed his length, curled his fingers around the turgid flesh, and stroked slowly.

  “You want some control back,” he said in a calm tone that didn’t match the scene currently playing out in the room. “I need to give over that control. Normally, I wouldn’t say that sex can solve our problems, but this might be the exception to the rule.”

  Onyx nodded dazedly. He didn’t give a shit why Echo was standing naked and hard in the center of his bedroom. Sitting up slowly, he reached out for his mate, frowning when Echo took a step away from him. He was not in the mood to be teased.

  “Get over here,” he whispered.

  Echo shook his head, a mischievous light flashing in his eyes. “Make me.”

  Onyx pointed at the floor between his feet. “On your knees, Echo.”

  His mate moved fluidly, moving in front of Onyx and falling gracefully to his knees. His fingers linked behind his back, and he looked up with such an innocent expression, Onyx wanted to devour him.

  Stroking his lover’s cheek, Onyx smiled crookedly. “Good, baby.” They were only playing. Neither of them desired a D/s relationship outside of the bedroom, but if Echo needed th
is, Onyx was more than happy to give it to him. “What do you want, Echo?”

  “I want you to fuck me, sir.”

  The crude words falling from the lips of such an angelic face made Onyx’s dick jerk as pre-cum dribbled from the slit and down the side of his engorged crown. “Then we have to get you ready.” A game or not, painful pleasure or pleasurable pain, Onyx would never risk hurting his mate for anything.

  “I already did that.” The little imp actually winked at him.

  Onyx reached down and swatted Echo’s ass. “You are not being very submissive, baby.”

  Echo didn’t say anything, but the corners of his lips twitched, and Onyx wanted to groan. The man was going to be the death of him. On the other hand, he’d completely forgotten why he’d been in such a foul mood only minutes before. His entire world centered around the golden-haired beauty on his knees in front of him.

  Onyx bent forward and claimed his mate’s lips, unconcerned with power play or the need to be in charge. He needed Echo. With that one thought, he laid siege to the man’s mouth, licking inside the moist depths and moaning. His hands roamed Echo’s pert ass, loving the feel of the soft skin beneath his palms. He squeezed and kneaded, gripping the rounded globes and pulling his lover closer as he devoured his sweet mouth.

  So lost in the mating of their lips and tongues, Onyx didn’t realize they weren’t alone until the bed dipped and a wet tongue traced up the side of his neck. “Want you,” Syx whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver.

  Breaking the kiss, Onyx glanced up, unsurprised to find all six warriors standing around them, watching with heated gazes. He quickly amended his list of wants and desires. Yes, he needed Echo, but he realized that he needed all of his men. Something felt broken between them since the incident in that basement, and he needed to fix it before it caused a rift between them.

  Whether they blamed him for his part in the collapse of the house or not, he blamed himself. He’d do whatever he needed to do to make it up to them. He couldn’t lose this.

  “Not losing anything,” Syx mumbled, his plump lips sliding up and down Onyx’s neck. “We’ll talk later. Right now, I just want you to feel.”

  Oh, Onyx was feeling all right. His cock throbbed almost painfully between his legs, straining from his groin, reaching for his mate. Echo smiled, licked his lips, and dove forward to capture the leaking head between his lips. His tongue flicked and swirled. His teeth grazed gently along the sensitive flesh, and Onyx thought he’d lose his mind.

  “Let us take care of you,” Myst murmured seductively as he climbed up on the mattress on Onyx’s other side. His strong hands roamed Onyx’s body, smoothing down his chest and over his hip. “Let us love you.”

  Love. Onyx loved each and every one of these men. He didn’t think Myst meant the word in the same context as he did, but he wouldn’t argue. They wanted him, and he needed them with an intensity that clawed at his insides.

  Suddenly, taking control, calling the shots, and dominating his lovers didn’t seem quite so important. He held the power without even lifting a finger. Whatever they did to him, he allowed it, and that gave him the control he sought. So, why had it taken him so long to understand that?

  Echo looked up at him, his lips stretched taut over Onyx’s cock, and the answer seemed very clear. With trembling fingers, Onyx brushed the hair back from his mate’s face as his throat burned with emotion. There would still be times when his playroom called to him. He’d still want that powerful feeling he felt when his men submitted to him. But he’d want it—not need it.

  “Where have you been all my life?” he whispered down to Echo. The line would probably be cheesy and corny in any other setting, but Onyx spoke the words with sincerity. All the years of feeling out of place, and in a few short months, Echo had changed everything.

  Instead of replying, Echo chose that moment to bury his nose against Onyx’s groin and swallow around the head of his cock. All semblance of coherent speech fled, and Onyx dropped his head back on his shoulders and groaned deeply.

  Syx and Myst continued to kiss and lick at his throat, tug at his pebbled nipples, and attack his senses. Fiero moved slowly to kneel behind Echo, touching every bit of their mate that he could reach. Echo moaned, the vibrations surrounding Onyx’s cock and traveling down his shaft to burn in his tightening sac.

  Syx and Myst eased him back to the mattress, pulling his spit-slicked cock from Echo’s mouth so that it bounced up and slapped against his lower belly. Before Onyx could groan in protest, Myst moved to straddle his hips, holding Onyx’s dick at attention and slowly lowering himself onto it.

  Onyx closed his eyes, a feral growl rumbling inside his chest as he fought not to slam his hips upward and bury his aching shaft in Myst’s tight heat. His knees were pushed wide, his feet moved to rest on the bed near his ass, and a wet tongue swiped over his fluttering hole.

  “Oh, fuck!” Onyx lost his loose grasp on self-control and arched his back, driving his cock up into Myst’s clutching passage. The warrior groaned, his eyes closed, and he gripped at Onyx’s shoulders in a bruising hold.

  Syx continued to nibble at his neck. Myst rose and fell over him, his inner walls convulsing in waves and massaging Onyx’s cock until he thought he’d explode. The slippery tongue bathed his hungry entrance, lapping over the muscles, circling them, then pushing inside and wiggling around.

  He sucked his lip between his teeth, biting it hard to keep the needy whimpers inside. Syx’s thumb smoothed over his chin, tugging on it until Onyx’s released his lip and turned his head to look at his lover. “Let it out, babe. We want to hear you scream.”

  Onyx growled, wrapped his fingers in Syx’s sandy-blond hair and jerked him forward to devour his mouth. Syx moaned and writhed, his fingers digging into Onyx’s pectorals when Eyce stretched out on the bed behind him. Syx’s body bucked, his hips jerking forward to grind his steel-hard cock against Onyx’s hip while Eyce thrust into his willing ass.

  Up and down, over and over, Myst jackhammered his hips, pushing Onyx closer and closer to the edge. A thin finger slipped into his waiting hole alongside the velvety tongue, and Onyx finally realized it was Echo who licked and probed at his entrance. One finger became two, two turned into three, and eventually Echo had four fingers sawing in and out of Onyx’s needy ass.

  “Please,” he whimpered, breaking the kiss with Syx. It was a strange sound to fall from his lips, but he couldn’t care less. He needed release. He needed more. He just flat-out needed!

  Echo’s fingers disappeared, replaced by something hard, slick, and vibrating. The toy pumped into his ass in slow, languid strokes at first, then built in speed and intensity. Then Myst stilled, a strangled groan falling from his panting lips, and Onyx felt those slim fingers push into Myst’s hole alongside his cock.

  Two fingers slid over his pulsing length, stretching Myst’s guarding muscles tighter around his cock. “Ready?” he heard Echo whisper a moment later.

  Myst nodded eagerly, leaning forward so that his slick chest pressed against Onyx’s. The digits vanished, and Onyx peered over Myst’s shoulder at Echo’s flushed face. His mate’s eyebrows drew together in concentration as he stared down at the place where Myst and Onyx’s bodies joined.

  Then slowly, so slowly, the head of his cock slid over Onyx’s shaft, nudging Myst’s hole and rocking against it until the crown popped through the muscles, and Onyx nearly came on the spot. The dildo continued thrusting in and out of his hole, and he vaguely marveled at his mate’s coordination. Myst groaned again, his body vibrating, and his fingers clenching and relaxing around Onyx’s shoulders.

  Echo continued to feed his long length to Myst’s channel, his cock pressing against Onyx’s until he pushed in as far as he could go. They stilled for just a moment until Myst demanded movement. “Gods, please, just fuck me,” the demon begged.

  The look on his face was a mingled combination of pleasure and pain, and Onyx began to have doubts that Myst was really enjoying what they we
re doing. Then Echo began thrusting, just small, minute movements, and the top of Onyx’s head nearly came off.

  Myst moaned, the sound one of pure pleasure, and Onyx’s worry faded away. He stroked Myst’s sides, his back, dug his fingers into the warrior’s hair and slammed their mouths together demandingly.

  “Big dick fucker,” Echo growled, his movements stilling completely.

  Jerking out of the kiss, Onyx looked down the length of Myst’s back, his eyes almost rolling back in his head when he saw Fiero standing behind Echo, snapping his hips forward to drive his cock into Echo’s sweet ass. Every thrust Fiero made, sent Echo’s cock further into Myst’s passage, and Onyx had no choice but to hold on for dear life.

  Syx captured his lips again, but not before he watched Vapre step up to the side of the bed, fisting his hand in Myst’s hair, and push his cock through the demon’s parted lips while Hex drove into his ass from behind.

  The strangle hold on his dick, the silky tongue sliding against his, the toy plunging into his channel—the sounds and smells—everything combined to set Onyx’s heart thundering inside his chest and electricity spreading through his body. He could feel every bump, vein, and ridge of Echo’s cock gliding over his own while Myst’s channel convulsed around both their lengths and wet heat splashed against Onyx’s chest and abs.

  “Ah!” Syx moaned, his body stilled, and pearly ropes of cream shot from his slit and onto Onyx’s hip. How big of a freak did it make him that he loved the fact that his men were branding him with their seed? Maybe Echo was onto something. Their little mate seemed to enjoy it immensely.

  “Holy fuck!” Echo cried, and molten lava coated Onyx’s cock.

  Sweet hell, he’d never felt anything like it. Locking his arms around Myst’s back, he slammed up into his lover and roared loudly as his orgasm ripped through him, and he filled the warrior’s ass to overflowing with his semen.

  Several groans went around the room, and Vapre was the last to find his completion. He pulled from Myst’s mouth, leaned over the bed, and jerked his cock quickly. His eyes fell closed, the cords in his neck strained, and his chest rumbled when pearly cum erupted from the crown of his cock, falling in a graceful arch to cover Onyx’s cheek and lips.