Everything just stopped. The silence seemed almost eerie as Onyx dropped to the ground and toppled over to his side.
He’d done it. He’d defeated his enemy, protected his men, and he figured he deserved a nice, long nap. Muffled footsteps raced toward him, but he couldn’t even lift his eyelids. Gods, he was just so tired. He’d apologize for scaring them later.
“Onyx?”
Only that voice could have pulled him from his exhausted state. With a great deal of effort, Onyx dragged his eyelids open and blinked wearily at Echo. “Hey, baby,” he breathed. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, love. Hex can heal anything, right?”
“Then get his ass over here. I feel like I’ve been rode hard and put up wet.”
Echo chuckled, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He bent slowly and pressed his lips to Onyx’s temple. “That part comes next, love.”
Chapter Fifteen
His skin flushed and tingled, his cock throbbed heavily, leaking pre-cum from the tip. His lips stretched wide around the thick cock sliding in and out of his mouth, while his ass swallowed up the hard length pounding in and out of his constricting passage.
Hands roamed his body, stroking him, petting him, tugging at his nipples, and driving him out of his mind. Lips kissed, teeth nipped, and tongues swirled over every part of him his men could reach.
A loud groan cut through his lusty haze, and scorching lava filled his channel as bitter seed washed over his tongue. Then both were removed from his willing and eager body to be replaced quickly by two more of his mates.
Echo was in heaven.
For a week after the new moon, he’d insisted Onyx take him to the playroom almost every day. Today was different, though. Today he needed all of his mates, and he needed them with an intensity that was almost painful.
The sun beat down on his skin, warming him, and slicking him with sweat from the heated rays. Hex thrust into his ass, gripping his hips in a bruising hold as he used Echo’s body to chase his own release.
The thin leather wrapped around his cock and balls held Echo’s orgasm as bay, but he was desperate to come. If they’d only give him permission, he’d explode like a fucking geyser.
His fingers dug into the blanket beneath him, clutching at the fabric like a lifeline as he relaxed his throat muscles and allowed Myst to take control and set the pace and tempo. The other warriors gathered around them, stroking their hard cocks and waiting their turn as they murmured deliciously naughty words to him that sent his head reeling and lightning sprinting up his spine.
They treated him like a whore, using his body to gain their pleasure, but not allowing him his own release. They taunted him with promises of sinful delights, but had yet to make good on those vows. They didn’t touch each other—not a kiss, a stroke, or even a lingering caress of eyes. All attention was focused on Echo as they each waited their turn to feel his lips wrapped around their pulsing cocks or plunge into the snug depths of his upturned ass.
It was exactly what Echo had asked for, and his men were delivering to perfection. He didn’t feel used in the least. They tried, bless their hearts, but his big demons just couldn’t help themselves. They stroked him gently, whispered words of love and devotion into his ears. Still, as far as fantasies went, they were fulfilling every one of his.
Hex tumbled over the edge, giving two sharp jabs to Echo’s hole before filling his channel with cream. It dribbled out, running down Echo’s crease and along the insides of his thighs. Gods, he wanted more.
Hex eased out and moved to Echo’s side beside Eyce and Syx, while Fiero slipped in behind Echo. His veiny cock breached Echo’s pucker, rocking into him with minute movements, teasing his senses and nerve endings before slamming home in one powerful thrust.
Echo cried out around Myst’s flexing length, and the warrior growled, fisting his hand in Echo’s hair and shoving his cock to the back of his throat. When Myst was sated, every last drop of semen licked from his dick, he pulled out of Echo’s mouth and bent to kiss his swollen lips. “Love you.”
Vapre moved to take Myst’s place, caressing the side of Echo’s cheek and holding his cock by the base, rubbing the head over Echo’s bottom lip. “Open up, baby. Suck my cock.”
With a needy whimper, Echo did just that. He never wanted any of it to end. The harder Fiero drilled his ass, the louder Echo moaned, begging without words for more.
It took only another few thrusts for Fiero to tumble over the edge and into bliss. His grunt sounded strangled, and he wrapped an arm around Echo’s waist in a crushing hold as he unloaded his balls so that more cum dripped down Echo’s thighs.
They didn’t give him even a second to recover before Fiero slipped out and Onyx was pushing into his quivering hole. The demon set a hard, demanding pace, driving his hips forward and stroking the head of his cock over Echo’s sweet spot on every plunge.
Over and over, harder, faster, Onyx fucked him until Echo thought he’d lose his mind. His body burned and sizzled, his balls were so tight he was afraid they’d explode, and his dick jerked inside the confinements of the leather.
“So good, baby,” Onyx cooed to him, leaning over Echo’s back and covering him like a living blanket. “Do you want to come now, sweetheart? Is that what you want?”
Echo nodded as much as he could while Vapre continued to slide his prick in and out of Echo’s mouth. The demon groaned, tossing his head back on his shoulders, and thick reams of cum exploded over Echo’s tongue.
Onyx took that moment to deliver a hard jab to Echo’s tunnel and grind his groin over Echo’s ass. His fingertips stroked lightly over the sensitive skin on Echo’s cock, teasing him. Vapre pulled out of his mouth, leaving Echo in Onyx’s capable hands.
“Then come for me, baby. Come on my cock and scream for me.”
Echo felt the holster fall away, and his climax slammed into him like a locomotive. He screamed. Oh gods, did he scream. His inner walls clamped down around his mate’s cock in a stranglehold, squeezing and massaging in waves while his own dick exploded. Pearly ropes off jizz shot from the slit with enough force to rob the breath from his lungs and cut off his next cry.
Onyx followed him swiftly, burying his face in the back of Echo’s neck and groaning as the hot wetness of his release filled Echo’s depths. “Love you,” he panted against the damp skin.
And Echo knew it. That’s what made it so perfect.
* * * *
“You look like you had fun.” Mac smirked when they walked in through the kitchen door.
Myst smirked right back and inclined his head. “Jealous?”
“Are you kidding?” Mac snorted and rolled his eyes. “I can barely keep up with the two I’ve got. I don’t know how Echo does it.”
“I don’t think he’s complaining.” Myst cast a glance at his mate and chuckled. Echo looked blissed out, a silly grin on his lips that only the truly well-fucked could wear.
“Not to ruin your little happy place,” Gage began, “but Mac is having dreams again. We’re going to have to do something about that lab and soon.”
“The final test is in three weeks,” Hex said. “We have until then to come up with something. I agree that we need to take down this compound, but we can’t afford to leave or divide right now.”
“No!” Mac shouted. Then he bit his lips and blushed. “I mean, you can’t hurt them. They’re not bad guys, Hex. They’re being used just like we were. They don’t want to be there, and I think someone is hurting them. We have to help them, not kill them.”
“That just makes it even more complicated.” Eyce twisted the cap off a bottle of water. “Blowing the place to hell and back is hard enough. Getting in, rescuing a bunch of guys, and getting us all out without getting caught—almost impossible.”
“I don’t see that we have a choice, though.” Hex growled and began to pace.
Myst felt for the leader, he really did, but he was damn grateful that he wasn’t in Hex’s place. The pressure to come up with al
l the answers and then execute them without someone ending up dead had to be enormous. There was no one better for the job, though, and Myst’s chest swelled with pride at their alpha.
“If Mac is having these dreams, then it’s important. I guess the first thing we need to do is figure out exactly where Ares is hiding them now.”
“We’re on it,” Syx and Vapre said together. They hurried out of the room without another word. Gods, Myst loved those guys.
“There’s also the problem of the vampires in town,” Craze said slowly as he entered the kitchen. “I don’t expect your help, but I can’t leave a threat like that against my mates.”
“Well, you’re stupid,” Echo scoffed. “Of course you should expect us to help. We’re family.”
Craze’s eyes widened, and he blinked several times. The man looked like he’d been clubbed over the head. Myst understood. Echo had never tried to hide his dislike for their ex-lover, and now he was calling him family. His mate really did have the biggest, most giving soul Myst had ever known.
“Thank you, Echo.” Craze still shifted his eyes to Hex for confirmation, though.
Hex chuckled and dipped his head. “Whatever Echo says goes. If he says we help, then we help. It’s that easy.”
“You are such a pushover,” Craze teased.
“And you aren’t?” Echo challenged.
Craze dropped his head and grinned like a fool. “I never said that.”
“We have become total parodies of ourselves.” Myst shook his head and chuckled. They were supposed to be warriors. Big, badass demons that took what they wanted, never surrendered, and never bowed down to anyone. They were ruthless, cold, fierce, and battle worn.
Well, that’s what they were supposed to be anyway.
Now, here they were taking orders and bending over backward to please the smallest of them all. And they all did it with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts. They really sucked at living up to the grim representations of evil demons.
“Oh, I think you are very ferocious, honey.” Echo batted his eyelashes and made kissy faces.
Myst started to roll his eyes when something hit him. “How did you hear that?”
The silly look slid from Echo’s face, and his mouth dropped open. “I don’t know. I mean obviously I was touching Syx earlier, but I swear I didn’t syphon any power from him, not intentionally anyway.”
Myst held his hand out. “C’mere, baby.” Echo rushed over and grabbed his hand. Myst held the runt’s fingers for just a moment then released him. “Move Eyce’s water bottle.”
“I didn’t take anything from you, though.”
“Just try.”
Echo shrugged, looked at Eyce, and narrowed his eyes. Eyce’s water bottle flew right out of his hands and sailed across the room into Echo’s waiting grasp. “Holy shit!”
“Things just keep getting stranger.” Myst laughed, though. At least this new development was an improvement instead of something meant to screw them in the ass—and not in the good way.
Hex stared at them for a minute and shook his head. “Since Echo’s new gift isn’t hurting anyone, we’ll worry about it later.” Then he turned back to Craze. “Can Jinx show us where they kept him? Or at least where they dumped him in the woods?”
“He wants to help. I’m the one that’s been reluctant to let him. I can’t risk losing him again, Hex.”
“Believe me when I say that I understand. If you want to take him back to the pack, I understand, but I think you guys will be safer here.”
“I agree, and I’d like to stay. When Lorcan offered us a place with the pack, I took it because I knew how much it made Echo nervous for me to be here. So, I guess if he’s okay with it…”
Echo bounced across the room and wrapped his arms around Craze’s waist, squeezing him tight, then let go and hurried back over to Myst. “I was wrong about you, and I’m sorry. You’re a pretty okay guy, Craze, and I would really like it if you and your mates came back to live here.”
“Okay, so that’s settled. We’ll talk to Jinx when the sun goes down and figure out a plan from there.” Hex started pacing again. “The lab is another issue, a much bigger one, and it’s going to have to wait for a bit longer. We need as much information as we can get before we go charging in there like the cavalry. Right now, we need to focus on the next challenge.”
Myst swallowed hard and his hands began to shake. Everyone had past their tests with flying colors. What if he failed? He didn’t even know what the prophecy meant. After the revelation that the Oracle was actually Athena, could he even call it a prophecy anymore? Maybe he should think of it more like an instruction manual. No, that wasn’t right, either. He’d been given no instructions, zero guidance. What the hell was he going to do?”
Long fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, and Eyce kissed his temple. “Stop thinking so hard. We’re all here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Myst sagged against Eyce and sighed. “Right.”
“Okay, I have a proposition for everyone,” Hex announced. He waited until he had everyone’s attention before continuing. “I say we take the night off, forget about all this bullshit, and go have some fun. Tomorrow, we start fresh and prepare to kick some ass.”
“Really?” Echo squeaked. “We’re going out? Like out out? Out of the house and away from our property, and it’s not going to be to beat anything up or get trapped in some godforsaken forest or cave?”
Myst laughed, but he had to admit that his mate had a point. It would be nice to get away from everything for a while and just let loose. “Where did you have in mind?”
“Well, Echo still hasn’t seen his birthday present.” Hex looked at Echo and wiggled his eyebrows. “How about it, baby?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I want to go watch hot, naked men dance around on stage, and then expecting me to say no?” Echo giggled and jumped out of the way when Hex lunged for him. “I’ll tell everyone to be ready to go when the sun sets. Craze, how long will it take Jinx and Syn to get ready?”
Craze shrugged. “The hell if I know, but I’d guess not too long. You really want us to come with you?”
“Craze, you have got to get over this thing of thinking that I hate you. I absolutely want you to come with us.” Echo shook his head and huffed. His little temper tantrum lasted only a second, though, before he was smiling and bouncing once more. “I have to go wash my hair.” He wiggled his fingers at them and hurried out of the room.
“He seems excited.” Myst was damn excited, too, if he was being honest. Not only would it be nice to get out, but he couldn’t wait to see the look on Echo’s face when they walked in to Silver City. Gods, Echo’s excitement was infections, and he was just so damn gorgeous when he smiled.
“Then let’s not disappoint him.” Eyce wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Should we go all out? I do believe he mentioned having a fantasy about cowboys.”
“He has one about bikers, too,” Hex pointed out.
“I vote for cowboys this time, and bikers the next,” Myst answered immediately as his cock twitched in interest. Echo wasn’t the only one that wanted to see their men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
“All right then.” Hex smiled and tossed a wink in Myst’s direction. “I’ll have to dig in the back of my closet and see if I can find that thick belt you like so much.”
His grin was just a little too knowing, but Myst couldn’t bring himself to care. So what if Hex knew how much Myst wanted to lick every inch of skin? Or the reason he loved that thick leather belt so much. The mere thought of it smacking across his ass made Myst shiver.
It wasn’t as though it was a bad thing for Hex to know, but maybe a little anticipation was in order. Myst didn’t want to show all his cards just yet. Still, his dick swelled and ached, throbbing inside his jeans until he thought it would burst right through the zipper. “I’m going to help Echo wash his hair.” Then he bolted from the room.
Enthusiastic laughter
followed him out of the room, but Myst barely heard it over the pounding of his heart. He fully intended to fulfill Echo’s fantasy, and maybe even a few of his own.
Either way, it would definitely be a night to remember for everyone.
End of Book 7: The Hunger
To be continued in
Book 8: Behind Closed Doors
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gabrielle Evans grew up in a small town in southern Oklahoma. We are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week. She married her high school sweetheart and the rest is pretty much history. They have two very active boys and one high-strung wiener dog that keeps her constantly on the go. For now, she parks her car in north-central Texas, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Gabrielle believes in love at first sight, falling hard and fast, taking chances, and grabbing your happy-ever-after with both hands. She also believes that a great cup of coffee can cure anything.
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