Evans, Gabrielle - Hypnotic Healing [Fatefully Yours 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (11 page)

“He’s not the only one that loves you, ya know.” Syx nuzzled his nose along the side of Onyx’s neck. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

It was only then Onyx realized Syx was shaking so badly he was vibrating the entire bed. Not wanting to speak and risk waking Echo, Onyx pushed back into Syx’s arm and pushed his questions into the warrior’s mind.
“What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?”

“You don’t remember?”

Onyx shook his head slowly. What was it he was supposed to remember?

“Oh, babe,” Syx breathed into his hair. “I’m just glad you’re okay. We’ll talk later.”

The endearment bathed Onyx in a warm glow, and he smiled against Echo’s temple. He didn’t know what had changed while he was sleeping, but he could definitely get used to it.

“You are okay, right?” Syx’s lips traveled over Onyx’s shoulder. “You don’t hurt anywhere? Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Please, just tell me what to do,” he begged.

Gently adjusting Echo, Onyx finally opened his eyes and peeked over his shoulder. Syx’s jade-green eyes stared back at him, tight at the corners and full of concern. “Syx, tell me what’s wrong.” The warrior’s eyes were bloodshot, his face pale, his lips white. He was kind of starting to scare Onyx. “Are
you
okay?”

Syx shook his head. “No, I don’t think I am.”

“Onyx?” Echo wiggled against his chest, his eyelids fluttering up, and he smiled sweetly. “You’re awake.” Then the same mask of worry settled over his face to mirror Syx’s, and he scrambled to sit up on his knees and begin touching him everywhere.

While Onyx enjoyed the attention, something was wrong. Taking Echo’s hands in his, he stilled their frantic movements and waited for Echo to meet his gaze. Tears welled in Echo’s eyes before spilling over and sliding down his soft cheeks. He wiped at them roughly with his fingers and groaned. “I’m leaking.”

Onyx chuckled softly. “You look gorgeous.” He took Echo’s hand, brought it to his lips, and brushed a tender kiss over the knuckles. “Why are you so upset, though?”

Pressing his lips together, Echo glanced up at Syx. When his eyes settled back on Onyx, he tried to smile, but it just looked painful. “Are you hungry, love?”

If it would give Echo something to do and take that lost look out of his eyes, Onyx would eat every damn thing in the kitchen. “I could eat.”

“Great. I’ll be right back.” Echo scrambled off the bed, pulled on a T-shirt and boxers, and hurried over to the stairs.

He’d made it halfway up when Onyx suddenly realized where his mate was going. “What time is it?” he asked Syx.

“About four in the afternoon.” Syx tensed around him, catching on to the same thought Onyx was having. “Echo!”

Echo had already reached the door, though. “Be back in a second,” Echo called to them then pushed the door open. Warm rays of sunlight slipped down the stairs to illuminate part of the basement, and Echo screamed.

* * * *

“You scared the hell out of me.” Echo placed a hand over his racing heart as he glared at Hex. “What the hell?”

Hex stared at him, his eyes rounded and his mouth hanging open. Footsteps pounded up the stairs, the warriors yelling his name the entire way. Echo jumped out of the way just before Syx could grab him. “What is wrong with everyone?” He pointed at Onyx. “You need to be in bed.”

“The sun,” Hex breathed. “You’re in the sun.”

Echo’s head whipped to the back door, and he gaped at the beams of sunlight streaming in through the window. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt amazing. He wanted more. He craved those bright rays. A slow smile started at the corners of his lips, spreading until his mouth stretched wide over his face. “I’m in the sun.”

“So, you are.” Hex mirrored his smile before snatching him up in his arms and swinging him around in circles. They clung together, laughing like loons. Echo could have learned to live without the sun, but he was thankful beyond words that he wouldn’t have to.

Hex kissed him on the lips and dropped him to his feet. His eyes landed on Onyx, and he hurried over to the man, running his hands over his face, down his neck, over his bare chest. He touched him everywhere with shaky hands as his eyes followed the path. “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Onyx took one of Hex’s hands and brought it to his chest to rest over his heart. “I’m perfectly okay. Thank you.”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to heal you,” Hex admitted. “Do you remember anything?”

“Just bits and pieces right now, but it’s coming back to me. I was scared I’d never see any of you again.”

Everyone converged on Onyx, touching and kissing him, whispering soft words that Echo couldn’t hear. He caught the undertone of love and relief, however, and it made his heart sing. They still had a lot of questions that needed answering, but they were going to be fine.

Echo crossed the kitchen and busied himself with making coffee. So what if it was the middle of the afternoon? He’d just woken up and needed caffeine. It would also give his mates the time alone they needed with each other.

He’d just turned the coffeemaker on when big arms wrapped around his waist, and a hard body pressed against his back. He didn’t know who held him, and it didn’t matter. Leaning back in his lover’s arms, Echo closed his eyes and sighed.

“I love you,” Hex whispered into his hair. “Thank you for helping me save him.”

Smiling happily, Echo snuggled back against Hex’s broad chest. “I love you, too, big guy. And thank
you
for bringing him back to us. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.”

Hex’s hands began roaming his body, smoothing down his spine, over his hips, and up his sides. “How about I make you forget for a little while?”

Echo’s cock perked up, swelling and standing at attention inside his boxers. Forgetting sounded really good. “What did you have in mind, love?”

Long fingers slid into the waistband of his underwear, skimming through his closely cropped curls and dancing over his throbbing length. Hex teased him, keeping the touch featherlight, caressing the underside of Echo’s cock with his knuckles. “Let me take care of you.”

“Let
us
take care of you,” Onyx murmured.

Echo opened his eyes and reached out to caress the side of Onyx’s face where he knelt on the floor in front of him. “How do you feel? Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Onyx gripped his own naked cock, giving the hard shaft a few good strokes as he smirked. “Oh, I am more than up for it.” He nuzzled his cheek against Echo’s hip, his palm smoothing up the inside of Echo’s thigh. “I feel great, baby, promise. I need you, though. Don’t say no.”

How could he? He’d give any of his men whatever they needed. To know he was the object of their desire made his head spin and his dick ache. Then Syx was there as well, kneeling beside Onyx and pushing Echo’s shirt up his chest while Hex finally palmed Echo’s leaking cock and stroked it lightly.

Dropping his head back on his lover’s chest, Echo groaned and pushed his hips forward, pumping his hard length into Hex’s loose grasp. Hex tugged Echo’s shirt over his head, and Syx and Onyx worked to remove his boxers. Echo shivered and moaned when the cool air from the kitchen met his overheated skin.

His moan turned to a yelp of surprise when Hex swung him up in his arms and carried him to the kitchen table, placing him gently on the hard wood. He was pushed and pulled, maneuvered until he sprawled on the kitchen table with his legs and arms spread wide like a sacrificial offering. To complete the picture, soft Velcro straps were wound around his wrists and secured firmly to the table legs.

He didn’t even know where his lovers got the bindings or who had tied him. His body trembled, his skin tingled, and his brain felt mushy. Large, callused hands touched him everywhere, spiking his pleasure and leaving him begging for more. Then warm, wet heat surrounded his pulsing cock, and Echo’s eyes snapped open. Lifting his head slightly, he peered down his body, his tongue lodging in the back of his throat as he watched his glistening dick slide in and out of Myst’s swollen lips.

Echo pulled at his restraints, wanting—needing—to touch his men, to feel their slick, smooth bodies beneath his palms and fingertips. The Velcro held tight, keeping his hands in place, and Echo growled in frustration.

Syx and Onyx bent over him from opposite sides of the table, licking and nibbling at his nipples, biting them between their teeth and tugging. Echo dropped his head back to the table and groaned while his eyes rolled back in his head. They were trying to kill him. He just knew it.

The suction on his cock increased, as well as the speed in which Myst dragged his lips up and down the throbbing shaft. Just when he thought the top of his head would pop off, Eyce leaned over him, claiming his mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.

More hands began roaming his body. More lips traveled over his skin. Eyce’s tongue plunged into his mouth, licking at the moist depths and taking no prisoners. He didn’t just kiss Echo, he devoured him, laying siege and claiming what belonged to him. His skillful tongue swirled around Echo’s before Eyce sucked it into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. He ruled, commanded, and dominated until Echo’s entire world centered on the next swipe of the warrior’s tongue.

Echo’s balls churned, ached, drew tight to his body, and the lips wrapped around his pebbled nipples sucked harder until Echo couldn’t hold back any longer. With a muffled cry against Eyce’s lips, he arched his hips, driving his cock to the back of Myst’s throat and erupting like a geyser. His dick swelled and pulsed, flexing inside the demon’s mouth as cum spurted from his slit to bathe Myst’s tongue.

Before he’d even finished coming, his hands were released, and Onyx lifted him from the table, urging his limp body to the floor between Vapre’s spread thighs. The demon reclined in his chair, stroking his thick cock and dipping his thumb into the slit to smear the clear beads of pre-cum around the engorged head.

Bracing his hands on Vapre’s thighs, Echo licked his lips and dove forward, moaning like a complete slut when the spicy taste of his lover burst over his taste buds. More, oh, gods, he needed more. Digging his fingers into Vapre’s yielding flesh, Echo licked and sucked, hollowing his cheeks as he dragged his lips along velvet-wrapped, steel-hard cock.

Strong hands caressed his upturned ass, squeezing the muscles and spreading his cheeks apart. One hand disappeared, only to return with a stinging swat to his already sensitive skin. Echo groaned, sucking harder on Vapre’s dick, and the warrior growled and thrust up into his mouth. “Fuck, do that again,” he demanded.

Again, the large hand landed on Echo’s ass, harder than the first time and sending fire straight to his balls and up his half-hard prick. A second hand joined the first, slightly larger and more powerful, and they took turns, reddening Echo’s ass and sending him into a tailspin of need and desire.

His cock filled once again, jerking with every stinging swat to his ass. With his renewed passion, another hunger began to burn inside his belly, claw at his throat, and ache in his gums. Echo pulled off of Vapre’s cock before his fangs could elongate, unwilling to hurt his mate even by accident. The artery in Vapre’s groin called to him like a siren’s song, filling his nose with the rich, sweet smell of the demon’s blood.

Another smack landed on his heated backside, and Echo cried out before burying his nose against the inside of Vapre’s groin. He licked over the vein there, whimpering as he fought against the burning need to sink his fangs into the salty flesh and drink his fill.

Vapre stroked the side of Echo’s face, then his fingers slipped into Echo’s hair until he cradled the back of his head and held him firmly. “Take what you need, little one. I’m always happy to give it to you.”

“Thank you,” Echo whispered as his canines lengthened. He ran his tongue over them, shivering as electricity shot straight to his cock. He licked at the vein again, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. When the need became too much for him to fight, he finally pushed his fangs through the supple flesh, moaning loudly as the delicious nectar flowed into his mouth.