Evans, Gabrielle - Firestorm [Fatefully Yours 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (19 page)

Hex gave him only a moment to adjust before he began rocking his hips in short, quick jabs, fucking into Fiero’s tunnel with wild abandon. Then Myst was hovering hover him, his hand braced on one side of Fiero’s head as he slowly lowered his leaking cock to Fiero’s mouth.

Fiero opened readily, sucking his lover in greedily to the back of his throat and moaning around the hot shaft. From the corner of his eye he saw Onyx stand on the bed, grip the back of Echo’s head, and slip his dick through their mate’s plump lips.

Moving his eyes to peer over Echo’s shoulder, Fiero continued to lavish attention on Myst with his tongue and lips as he felt Hex still his motions when Vapre crawled up behind him. Hex groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders, and he bent forward slightly. Fiero watched as a look of pure bliss covered Vapre’s face as he pushed into Hex’s ass.

Casting his eyes around the group, Fiero searched for Eyce. He knew the man had entered the room with the others, so where was he? The answer came swiftly, when Myst pulled out his mouth and stretched out beside him. Eyce covered the demon’s body, attacking his mouth as he shoved into Myst’s entrance, burying himself to the hilt.

Fiero groaned, the sights, sounds, and smells too much. “Soon,” he warned.

“Not yet,” Hex growled, smacking the outside of Fiero’s thigh.

The sting did nothing to cool Fiero’s ardor, though. If anything, it only pushed him closer to the edge.

His eyes cut back to Eyce when he heard the deep groan issue from the demon’s chest. Syx knelt behind Eyce, gripping his hips in a white knuckled grip as he slammed his cock into the warrior’s waiting hole over and over.

Myst broke the kiss with Eyce, turning his head and claiming Fiero’s mouth in a scalding kiss that left his balls aching and his dick throbbing as Echo continued to ride him hard and fast. Fiero attacked Myst’s mouth, nibbling at his luscious lips, and laying siege to the warm depths within.

Hex’s control snapped, and he roared loud enough to shake the windows as he began driving into Fiero’s hungry hole hard enough to move him up the mattress. Wrapping his fingers around the slats in the headboard, Fiero braced himself, pushing back against Hex’s demanding thrusts.

Jerking his head away from Myst, Fiero gasped for breath when lightning bolts of pleasure zapped through him, racing along his spine to pool and churn in his tightening sac. Echo swiveled his hips on the next downward thrust at the same time Hex rammed forward, nailing Fiero’s prostate.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Hell, he was surprised he’d lasted this long under the combined attention of his lovers. “Fuck!”

“Scream, love,” Echo whispered hoarsely, popping off of Onyx’s jutting dick. “I want you to scream for me.” He took Fiero’s nipples between his fingers and pinched hard as he jackhammered his hips. “Come for me, Fiero. Come in my ass.” Then he turned his head again and swallowed Onyx to the root.

Fiero had no choice but to obey. Throwing his head back on the pillow, he screamed out his release as white-hot pleasure burned inside him, exploding into a million pinpricks of erotic carnality. Echo’s tight passage massaged his exploding cock, milking his orgasm as Fiero filled his mate’s depths with reams of milky seed.

He heard Myst growl beside him. Eyce grunted, and Syx groaned as the trio found their own release, following each other over the cliff and into euphoria.

Echo moaned above him, his throat muscles working to swallow Onyx’s seed, and sticky ropes of hot cum shot from his own cock to splatter against Fiero’s chest. Vapre roared next, followed swiftly by Hex, who pumped wildly into Fiero’s ass, filling his still fluttering hole with copious amounts of scorching semen.

“Holy shit, that was awesome.”

Echo climbed off of his still hard cock and bent over him until their noses almost touched. “Who said we were finished with you?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Oh, hell. Fiero didn’t know if he could go again. They’d practically killed him, but what a way to go. Suddenly, there was a lot of movement, his lovers crawling over each other and changing positions until Eyce ended up sprawled over Fiero’s body.

“Hey, handsome,” he whispered as he eased into Fiero’s well-stretched entrance.

Fiero groaned, arching his hips up off the bed to meet Eyce’s gentle thrusts. No one had ever taken him like this, slow, easy, almost tender. He liked his fuckings hard and fast, bordering on animalistic, and his lovers knew it. The lazy glide of Eyce’s cock against his straining walls did strange things to his stomach.

For the first time in more than three thousand years, someone was making love to him. Eyce never looked away from his eyes, staring into them as though he could see right down to Fiero’s soul. Fiero felt compelled to look back, gazing into Eyce’s ice blue eyes until he found himself lost.

Vapre stretched out on one side of him, Echo on the other, molding themselves to his body as they licked and sucked at his neck. Hex lay behind Echo, his hand over their mate’s hip as he rocked his hips, thrust slowly into Echo’s body.

Turning his head, Fiero found Myst in a similar position behind Vapre, staring down at the place where their bodies met as he took the demon from behind. Syx and Onyx stood to the side of the bed, their mouths locked and their bodies twined around each other.

It was beautiful. The eight of them together, moving as one with no hurry or demand. Fiero’s throat burned and his nostrils flared. Damning himself for an emotional fool, he swallowed hard and closed his eyes to block his internal struggle from Eyce.

His lover was having none of it, though. A hand fisted in Fiero’s hair, tugging just hard enough for him to open his eyes. “That’s it, baby,” Eyce whispered. “Look at me. Right here at me.”

Echo’s soft moan vibrated against his throat, and his plump lips moved up to Fiero’s ear. “Love you,” he breathed. “All of you.”

Fiero’s orgasm took him by surprise, racing through him like a locomotive. His moan of completion ended on a strangled sob, and Fiero couldn’t bring himself to care. As the others found their own releases, Fiero listened to the sounds around him and knew the time had come.

He was ready to lay his cards on the table and see who would be man enough to pick them up. Not now, though. When he professed his feelings, he wanted them to mean something, and he felt saying the words while he still had a cock buried in his ass might detract from that just a bit.

He’d tell them tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.

* * * *

“You have done well.”

Echo smiled at the Oracle, but shook his head. “I didn’t do anything. Fiero and Vapre are the heroes. They saved us all.”

“Ah, but you are the one that brought them together. Not just through your power, but through your love as well. Eventually, you will unite them all.”

“Why eventually?” Echo wanted to know. “They love each other. It’s so obvious to everyone but them. Why can’t they just say the words?”

The Oracle smiled her mystical smile, but didn’t respond. “Each test grows more difficult,” she said after a small pause. “You will need much courage in the days to come.”

Echo knew better than to ask what it was they would face. The Oracle gave him straight answers sometimes, but never about anything important. “In the dream, the one with the prophecy, why did Fiero look so afraid?” There, that wasn’t so important now that the task had been completed.

“Do you not know?”

Echo swallowed back his growl of frustration. If he knew, he wouldn’t have asked.

“What is that you fear, my dear Echo?”

“Losing the men I love,” he answered immediately.

“Then you have your answer.”

Huh?
“Fiero was afraid…” Echo trailed off, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to piece together the puzzle. “Ares!” he shouted, then bit his lip and blushed when the Oracle lifted her eyebrows at him. “Sorry,” he said more quietly. “He was afraid he’d fail, and Ares would make good on the deal we bargained.”

“Rash and foolish of you,” the Oracle admonished. “I understand your reasoning, however.” She turned and cupped Echo’s face in her soft, dainty hands. “Do not make deals with the gods, little one. You cannot win, for their only purpose is self-serving.”

“I don’t understand.” Echo eased away from her touch and shook his head. “I mean, I know what you’re saying, but you spoke to me that night. I thought you wanted me to stop doubting that we could win, and strike a deal with Ares to get him out of our hair.”

“You misinterpret my words,” she answered vaguely. “But what’s done, is done. You cannot go back on your word, or the consequences will be severe.”

“This might have been nice to know before I offered my ass up to that arrogant prick.” Echo’s upper lip curled over his teeth, and he snarled at the woman standing before him.

His anger didn’t faze the Oracle. She continued to smile, her face upturned toward the shining sun.

“Where are we anyway?” They always seemed to meet in the same place, and Echo had yet to learn where it was located. There was a peace here that calmed him and made him long to roam these fields for the rest of his days. Greatness treaded these lands. He could feel it deep inside his soul.

“It is the place where only the heroic and virtuous come to rest their weary souls. A place of great tranquility, and perhaps one day, it shall be your home as well.” She gave him one last lingering smile over her shoulder, then faded away as per her style.

Echo closed his eyes against the glaring sun, and when he opened them again, he lay in bed, Fiero and Hex curled around him like living blankets.

“Elysium,” he gasped.

“Hmm?” Fiero pushed himself up on his elbow to look at Echo groggily. “What are you talking about?”

“Elysium,” he repeated as though that would make everything clear.

Hex groaned and blinked open his eyes. “You mean the section of the Underworld? What brought this up?” He grumbled under his breath and dropped back to his pillow. “Go back to sleep.”

“Echo, what happened?” Fiero asked, wide awake now. “Were you dreaming? Did you speak to the Oracle?”

“That’s what we’re fighting for,” Echo breathed, more to himself than to his lover.

Hex sat up once more, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Okay, I’m up. Now, what are you going on about? What are we fighting for exactly?”

Echo looked from Fiero to Hex, his eyes wide and a beaming smile stretching across his sleep-swollen lips. “For the right to pass into the Elysian Fields.”

THE END

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