Evans, Gabrielle - Hell's Tempest [Fatefully Yours 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove)

by Gabrielle Evans

  “So, when you said that Gage and Sony and Mac were in their room last night…”

  “I might have smudged the truth a little.” Hex shrugged his massive shoulders. “I didn’t want to drag their business out into the open.”

  Echo could respect that, but he still didn’t appreciated being lied to about something so important. “Have you talked to Gage this morning?”

  “No,” his mates chorused. “He hasn’t left his room since we got back. Sony came down and got him some breakfast, and the guy looked bad, like he hadn’t slept in days.”

  “Can we help him?” Echo spoke quietly, his chest aching at the thought of his friends suffering. If there was something he could do to erase their pain, then he wanted to help.

  “I think we just need to give Mac some time,” Vapre answered just as quietly. “He’ll talk to his mates when he’s ready.”

  Nodding slowly, Echo trained his eyes on Syx and opened his mouth to ask his next question. He saw the demon flinch before he’d even spoken the words and suddenly thought better of it. Not that he was going to let Syx off the hook that easily, but he’d wait until they were alone. The man was hiding something from not only Echo but everyone else in the house as well. Whatever it was, his mate didn’t need to shoulder the burden alone.

  “Can I get my hair cut?” he asked instead, changing the subject to a less depressing topic.

  Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to ask. Syx and Vapre whipped around to stare at him as though he’d grown a second head, and Hex jerked on the wheel, almost sending them careening into the drainage ditch along the side of the road.

  “Is that what you really want?” Vapre’s fingers combed through Echo’s long hair, lifting it gently as he brushed it back from Echo’s forehead. His eyes looked a little sad, but Echo couldn’t understand why. It was just hair.

  “Maybe we could get it trimmed and braided,” Hex suggested casually.

  Pulling his blond mane over his shoulder, Echo stroked the silky strands, straightening it out to its full length so that it hung just above his hip. “We’ll see.” It wasn’t like he wanted to shave his head and get a tattoo, so why was everyone making such a big deal about it?

  They’d never allowed him to cut his hair at the lab. Though it hadn’t mattered much then, Echo wanted a fresh start, removing all traces of that life he’d left behind. Besides, men didn’t have hair this long. Did they? He might be the smallest member of their little group, but that didn’t make him any less of a man. It was time he grew up and started dressing and acting the part.

  Syx gave a deep sigh, his back still to Echo, and shook his head sadly. Echo didn’t know what that meant, but he had an inkling, and it only served to cement his decision.

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  “What the fuck?” Fiero yelled when they walked in the front door several hours later. He was sitting on the sofa, remote in hand, flipping through the channels at random. “What the fuck?” He repeated, but with less heat, as he jumped to his feet and stalked toward them.

  Vapre didn’t know whether to laugh or nod in sympathy at the dumbstruck look on Fiero’s face. He was pretty sure he’d worn a similar expression when Echo had first stepped out of the salon at the mall. Though his reaction hadn’t been quite as vocal, he’d been asking himself the same question all afternoon.

  Fiero grabbed Echo by the shoulders, pulling him farther into the room, and spun him around abruptly. Then he just stared, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes wide. “What did you do?” he whispered.

  “Don’t you like it?” Echo’s tone made it clear that Fiero better like it or else. They’d all received similar pointed looks like the one he was giving Fiero over his shoulder as well.

  Fiero seemed to get the hint fairly quickly and cleared his throat as he took a step back. “It’s just really different.”

  That was an understatement to the extreme. Gone were the waist-length blond locks that Vapre had loved running his fingers through as Echo curled by his side at night. Echo hadn’t let any of them accompany him into the salon, saying he wanted it to be a surprise. Well, it was definitely shocking.

  Not only was Echo’s hair much shorter, reaching just long enough to brush between his shoulder blades, but he’d gone a step further, having the golden blond dyed to a deep chestnut brown. It looked soft and shiny, swaying gently as he moved his head, but it just wasn’t the same.

  “Well, I like it,” Echo told them as he spun around and fisted his hands on his hips. “It’ll be much easier to take care of, and I don’t look like a fifteen-year-old girl anymore.” The little imp actually stuck out his tongue. “It’s my hair, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

  “Wow, that’s hot!” Myst strolled into the room, beer in hand and grinning from ear to ear. “I like it. Makes you look all mysterious and sexy.”

  Vapre didn’t know if Myst was being sincere, or if he’d overheard the conversation before announcing his presence. Watching the radiant smile stretch over Echo’s lips, he decided it didn’t matter. They were all being ridiculous. He loved Echo because of who he was, not the color or length of his hair.

  Sidling up to his mate, Vapre wrapped his arms around Echo’s waist and kissed the top of his head. “He’s right. You look amazing, baby.”

  “You’re just saying that,” Echo responded, uncertainty in every word.

  “Nope. I love it.”

  “What’s Eyce going to say?”

  “We’ll make him love it, too,” Fiero said unexpectedly as he came to stand behind Echo. “Sorry I acted like a douche.” He bent and nuzzled the side of Echo’s neck. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

  “Where is everyone?” Vapre tilted his head to the side, listening for movement upstairs.

  “In their rooms,” Myst answered from the sofa where he’d plopped down on the cushions. “The little bloodsuckers are still in the attic, Gage and Sony won’t leave Mac’s side, and our new residents are sleeping like the dead.”

  “Good,” Vapre purred as he turned back to his mate and began slowly unbuttoning Echo’s shirt.

  “What are you doing?” Echo’s inquiry came out a little breathless, his eyes drifting closed as he leaned back against Fiero’s broad chest.

  Vapre continued working the buttons one-handed as his other drifted lower, cupping and massaging the growing mound behind Echo’s zipper. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

  “It feels like you’re trying to seduce me right here in the entryway.”

  “Perceptive,” Fiero mumbled against Echo’s throat.

  Chapter Seven

  Echo’s head swam as all the blood in his body rushed south to pool and burn in his groin. His men stripped him quickly, leaving him trembling and needing as his cock jerked and throbbed, jutting proudly from his nest of blond curls.

  Peeking through his partly closed eyelids, he watched Hex and Syx steal kisses and nibbles as they worked to undress each other. Myst sauntered up behind Vapre, completely and gloriously nude. His tanned fingers found their way under the hem of Vapre’s shirt and began lifting the cotton slowly, revealing smooth, pale skin stretched over rock-hard muscles.

  Echo’s body hummed with expectation, his ass clenching and relaxing, begging to be stretched and filled. His skin felt prickly, overheated, and his heart raced, pounding heavily inside his chest. Fiero scooped him up, carrying him to the sofa and dropping him on the cushions. He rummaged around in the drawer of the side table, producing a large bottle of lube, and tossed it to Echo’s chest. “Get started,” he growled, then began stripping out of his clothes.

  Popping the cap on the bottle, Echo coated his fingers generously and rubbed the silky oil around his pucker before pushing in with two digits. The lube smelled minty, and the muscles stretched around his fingers began to tingle and warm. Interesting.

  Judging by the heavy breathing and growls that emanated from his men, he wouldn’t have long before they pounced, so he better do a good job of stretching himself, and do it quic
kly. Skipping right on to four fingers, Echo pushed inside his slick hole and began sawing them in and out of his snug passage. He felt full, really fucking full, but he didn’t experience the quick bite of pain, or the burning sting he’d expected. Echo decided he loved this new lube.

  “Gods, that’s pretty,” Fiero breathed reverently as he grabbed the oil and slicked his own cock, stroking until it glistened in the overhead lights. He knelt on the floor, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Echo’s fingers continue to pump in and out of his slippery entrance.

  Myst dropped to his knees beside Fiero, gripping Echo’s leaking cock and holding it up so he could envelop the engorged head with his full lips. Echo cried out, rocking his hips and moving his fingers more vigorously. Myst licked and laved, teasing the slit with his tongue, before diving down to encase Echo to the root in the wet heat of his mouth.

  So lost in the pleasure, Echo didn’t immediately realize that his ass felt much fuller all the sudden. Peeking over Myst’s head, he met Fiero’s eyes, and the burning need in those amber depths almost made him blow right then and there.

  Fiero’s fingers worked alongside Echo’s, two of the thick digits sawing in and out of Echo’s ass. Then Vapre was kneeling on Fiero’s other side, his eyes hungry, and his chest heaving as he slowly inserted his own finger until Echo had seven pumping into his hungry hole.

  The pressure was enormous, but it didn’t exactly hurt. More cool lube dribbled down his crease and another finger worked its way inside his straining entrance. What the hell were they planning to do to him exactly?

  Hex lowered himself to the sofa, fisted his hands in Echo’s hair, and jerked him forward to claim his mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Struggling to breathe, Echo forgot all about his worries and thrust his tongue into his alpha’s mouth.

  A hand gripped his chin, pulling his face away from Hex’s, and then Syx was devouring him, twining their tongues together as he growled into Echo’s open mouth. Myst lifted his head, letting Echo’s cock slip from his mouth, and wrapped his fingers around Echo’s wrist, easing his fingers from his clenching opening.

  Fiero’s and Vapre’s fingers disappeared as well, and Echo found himself lifted into Syx’s lap, his back pressing against the demon’s damp chest. Lowering him slowly, Syx impaled Echo on his thick cock then gripped Echo’s hips, urging him to move.

  Echo dropped his head back to Syx’s shoulder, bracing his feet on the cushions, and began a steady rhythm, rising and falling, taking Syx’s impressive length a little deeper each time. His own aching cock bounced between his spread thighs, slapping his lower belly and smearing his abs in sticky, clear drops of pre-cum.

  Vapre moved between his legs, crouching over him as he bent and licked at Echo’s panting lips. Echo stilled his movements, resting his ass against the top of Syx’s thighs, and wrapped his arms around Vapre’s neck. He attacked his mate’s mouth with an enthusiasm born of hunger and need, shoving his tongue inside and leaving no space unexplored.

  Syx inched lower until his ass hung off the end of the couch, and Echo sprawled back against his lover’s chest. A blunt pressure nudged at his hole, and Echo’s eyes flew open when he realized Vapre’s intention. He jerked out of the kiss, intending to open his mouth to protest, but it was too late.

  The head of Vapre’s steel-hard cock popped through the guarding muscles, working in slowly as it slid over Syx’s length. Echo closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose as the pressure built inside his ass. He’d never felt so full in his life. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was kind of uncomfortable.

  “Breathe, baby,” Vapre whispered against Echo’s lips. “Gods, you feel so amazing.” He continued moving slowly, rocking his hips gently until he’d seated himself inside Echo’s channel. His cock swelled and throbbed, and Echo could feel every inch, every vein, every pulse of his lovers’ dicks as his inner walls strained to accommodate them.

  Syx’s hand caressed Echo’s chest, skimming over his collarbones and down to pinch and tug at his nipples. Vapre attacked his lips again, sucking Echo’s tongue into his mouth and nipping at it lightly.

  As his body became used to the pressure and the slight burn began to subside, Echo’s flagging erection started to swell again, springing back to life and demanding attention. “Move,” he panted.

  Vapre groaned, long and low, and Echo peeked over the warrior’s shoulder, grinning seductively up at Hex as their alpha stood watching, breathing heavily while Fiero converged on his straining cock, sucking him in to the root. Very slowly, in very minute movements, Vapre’s hips began to thrust, his cock retreating and plunging back into Echo’s straining tunnel as his dick slid along Syx’s pulsing length.

  Syx groaned, his arms tightening around Echo’s chest as he rocked his hips with Vapre. One in, one out, over and over they moved inside him. Echo moaned and whimpered, the pressure in his ass moving down to his balls, drawing them tight to his body as lightning bolts of pleasure zipped through his body.

  “Echo?” Myst knelt on the sofa beside them, his long cock in hand, jerking himself roughly. He looked down at Echo with need, and Echo smiled in return, lifting his head and parting his lips, allowing Myst to feed that gorgeous dick to his mouth.

  Myst growled above him, his fingers slipping into Echo’s hair, and his hips snapped forward, driving into Echo’s welcoming mouth. Relaxing his throat muscles, Echo allowed his mate to set the pace, offering himself up for Myst’s pleasure. Not that he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself as well.

  His legs draped over Syx’s, his body spread out in wanton display of submission and surrender. Electricity sped up his spine, sweat beaded across his skin, and his cock jerked with every beat of his thundering heart, pulsing inside Vapre’s hand as his mate stroked him quickly.

  Syx and Vapre began to move more quickly, and Vapre buried his face in Echo’s neck, growling and panting as he licked the salty skin. “Gonna come,” he warned. “Can’t stop it. You feel so fucking good.”

  Echo couldn’t speak, but he hummed his approval around Myst’s cock, bobbing his head lightly to let Vapre know he was right there with him. Syx’s tongue snaked over the shell of Echo’s ear, his warm breath following and making Echo shiver in desire. “Your ass loves my cock,” he whispered raggedly. “Fuck, I love how you tremble.” He tugged harder on Echo’s nipples. “Do you want me to come in your ass? Flood this tight passage until it flows back out?”

  Echo whimpered, nodding his agreement as much as he could, practically begging for the naughty delights that Syx was offering. Then suddenly, his mates stilled, Vapre groaning so loudly Echo could feel it vibrate his massive chest. Hot lava splashed against Echo’s inner walls, filling his channel until it did indeed begin seeping out and running down his crease.

  Vapre eased out of him first, his big frame shaking while he panted heavily. Myst pulled out of his mouth, and Syx rolled him until he was on his knees, his chest pressed against the back of the sofa. Myst knelt behind him, stroking his spit-slicked cock a few times before he lined up with Echo’s stretched hole and pushed in roughly.

  Echo cried out, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as Myst began a hard, fast pace, slamming into him with animalistic need. Fiero appeared in front of Echo, his six-six height putting his jutting cock level with Echo’s mouth.

  Smiling softly, he caressed the side of Echo’s face with his fingertips, running the tip of his dick along Echo’s lips, smearing them in warm, slippery pre-cum. Echo nuzzled his face against Fiero’s palm then sucked him in to the base. It didn’t take much doing, considering Myst continued to drive into him, shoving him forward so that Fiero’s cock slid right down his relaxed throat.

  Hex stood beside Fiero, his hand moving in a blur over his own hard dick as he stared down at Echo with lust and desire. To see the evidence of how much his men wanted him was a heady feeling, and Echo basked in the glow as he worked his lips up and down Fiero’s slippery cock.

  Fiero and Myst moved in tandem, i
n and out, until Echo felt his orgasm barreling down on him. His body tingled, his ass ached, his balls churned, and his dick throbbed. Myst gripped his hips in a bruising hold, pulling him back onto his cock with every forward snap of his hips.

  Vapre and Syx knelt beside them on the sofa, each working their slippery lengths as their eyes ate up the scene before them. Then warm fingers wrapped around Echo’s cock, jerking him in time to Myst’s thrusts.

  Echo released Fiero’s prick, turned his head, and captured the bulbous head of Hex’s cock, licking at the slit and swirling his tongue around the crown before sucking more of the silky shaft into his mouth. Closing his eyes and sucking hard, Echo grunted as his release ripped through him, racing up his dick and spilling from the tip in long, creamy ropes of sticky seed.

  Myst growled pumping through his own climax and filling Echo’s passage with his cum. Through his haze of pleasure, Echo heard Vapre and Syx grunt before warm wetness splashed over his side and hips as his mates reached their completion.

  Hex’s fingers gripped Echo’s hair, jerking his head back roughly and pulling his flexing cock out of Echo’s mouth. He stroked his shaft in a furious motion, his other hand still tangled in Echo’s hair. His head dropped back on his shoulders, the cords in his neck straining as he roared out to the ceiling. Fiero pressed against Hex’s side, working his own cock inside his fist and staring straight into Echo’s eyes.

  Hot ropes of semen erupted from the slit, and Echo opened his mouth quickly, catching most of it on his tongue while the rest painted his upturned face. Hex exploded next, his own cum mingling with Fiero’s and coating Echo’s lips and cheeks.

  “Beautiful,” Hex gasped, his huge frame shuddering and trembling.

  “Gorgeous,” Fiero agreed in a strangled moan.

  Echo sighed, swallowing the cream in his mouth and smiling serenely. He decided it was the most perfect compliment he’d ever been paid.

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