Evans, Gabrielle - Reckoning [Fatefully Yours 9] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (17 page)

Echo’s cry of protest was short-lived when he felt something cool and hard nudge against his opening. Blinking open his eyes, he stared down his body, unsurprised to find Myst bobbing happily on his hard cock. Fiero knelt between his spread thighs, his brow wrinkled in concentration as he worked the silicone phallus into Echo’s passage. Dropping his head back to the pillow, he closed his eyes again, turned off his brain, and let his body take over.

Fiero worked the dildo like a pro, pumping it into Echo’s ass with just the right amount of force and speed. The hard tip pegged his prostate with unerring accuracy just as Myst deep-throated him, swallowing around the head of his aching cock.

One more brush of the toy against his sweet spot, and Echo went off like a bottle rocket. He whimpered his release, pouring his seed down Myst’s throat as his body jerked and shuddered with his orgasm.

The dildo disappeared, replaced with something just as hard, though very much real. Myst popped off his dick a heartbeat before Fiero rammed into him with enough force to scoot him up the mattress. “Been too long,” the warrior grunted. His hips snapped forward, his pulsing cock driving into Echo’s ass at a demanding pace.

Myst moved behind Fiero, licking and kissing at the man’s neck, and Fiero’s thrusts faltered. Then he stilled completely, groaning as his eyes rolled back in his head. When Myst was finally seated, they began a slow tempo until they slipped into a rhythm they’d used a hundred times.

Hex rolled away from Echo’s side and stood on the bed, straddling Echo’s face with his feet planted beside Echo’s ears. Echo had only a second to wonder what the big alpha was doing before Syx’s knees came to rest beside Hex’s feet and the tip of his long cock brushed over Echo’s lips. “Open up, baby.”

Echo complied with a happy hum, straining his neck up to capture the leaking tip between his lips. Syx groaned and his hips jerked, making Echo feel like a king. Staring up his mate’s perfect body, Echo took in the wide expanse of Syx’s chest, the smooth column of his neck, and finished at Syx’s mouth as Hex pushed his hard dick through Syx’s plump lips.

Groaning at the sight, Echo sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue along the throbbing shaft. Reaching between Syx’s massive thighs, he gripped his own prick and jerked it quickly to the wild thrusts of Fiero’s cock pounding into his ass.

It had been way too long, and within minutes Syx’s muffled moan reached his ears and salty semen splashed over his tongue. Hex growled, signaling his own climax a heartbeat before Myst echoed him.

“Fuck!” Fiero shouted, plunging into Echo’s hole and grinding his groin against Echo’s ass cheeks. The sounds and smells, the taste of Syx’s cream on his tongue, and the feel of Fiero’s hot cum filling his depths pushed Echo over the edge.

Pulling off Syx’s still-spurting prick, he cried out his orgasm, loving the feel of Syx’s sticky semen splashing against his cheeks and lips. His own cock erupted once more, covering his hand and stomach in cum.

Slowly and reluctantly, they pulled apart as they each gasped for breath and tried to steady their racing hearts. “More sleep,” Echo slurred.

Hex chuckled and scooped him up from the bed. “Shower, and then I promise you can nap. You’re going to need it.”

Echo groaned. “I don’t want to think about it.”

“Well, the equinox is tonight whether you like it or not. You’re welcome to stay here while we meet Ares.”

Echo slapped Hex’s chest. “Don’t be stupid. I’m going.”

Hex chuckled again and kissed Echo’s forehead. “I never doubted it. We’re going to need you, baby.”

Smirking to himself, Echo let his head loll against Hex’s shoulder. “I know.”

* * * *

“Where the hell are we supposed to meet him?”

Hex wrapped an arm around Echo’s shoulder and squeezed him in comfort. “I’m sure he’ll come to us.” They sat on the back deck, staring out at the setting sun. “Be patient.”

“Yes, be patient for an angry god to come and destroy us. Brilliant plan, Hex. Why didn’t I think of that?” Echo snorted but moved closer to Hex’s side. “Is the pack here?”

“Over there,” Hex said quietly, pointing toward the tree line to the east. “They’ve got our backs, baby.”

“I feel like I’m waiting for the reckoning,” Myst mumbled. “It’s like this will determine the outcome of the rest of our lives—or the lack thereof.”

“We’ll be fine,” Hex tried to reassure his mate. It still felt strange to refer to Myst or the other warriors as his mates, but that’s what they were. Holding Echo tighter to his side, he smiled. He knew exactly who to thank for giving him the greatest gifts on earth.

“It does feel kind of like we’re being judged, doesn’t it?” Echo looked up at Hex with worry in his eyes.

“No.” Hex shook his head firmly. “If anyone is to be judged, it’s Ares. This is his reckoning, not ours.” He was reluctant to speak further, but he needed to tell his men the plan before their adversary arrived. “This is between me and Ares. Unless he brings backup, I want you all to stay out of the way.”

“Fuck that,” Fiero spat. “We’re not letting you face him alone.”

“Well, if I start losing, feel free to jump in.” Hex chuckled. “I need to do this on my own, though. This is all because of me, even if I don’t know exactly why. Besides, if he wants me, he’ll be less likely to attack me.”

“We’ll hang back,” Eyce said after a long pause. “We’re not letting your ass die, though. I have big plans for it later.”

Hex laughed and leaned across Echo to kiss his beta. “Deal.”

“I still think we should have Craze here,” Echo pouted. “That man is seriously badass.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have a little crush on him.”

Echo huffed and elbowed Hex in the ribs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get Athena to talk to me,” he said quietly.

“Not your fault. I doubt it would change anything.” He started to say more, but a rustling from the trees drew his attention, and he watched as Ares stepped into view.

They all rose as one, moving across the field to meet the god. “You’re alone?” Onyx asked skeptically.

Ares curled his lip, but otherwise didn’t answer. He stepped forward, and it didn’t escape Hex’s notice that the man favored his right leg.
Odd.

“You belong to me,” Ares growled at Hex.

“Not anymore,” Hex answered calmly, ushering his men back and reaching for his dagger.

Ares was fully dressed for a change, his hair tied back, and daggers strapped to his waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s a little late for that,” Echo spat.

Hex groaned, but kept his eyes on Ares. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“All this was for me? Everything that we’ve faced was because you wanted my ass?” Hex rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Try again.”

Ares didn’t say anything, but his eyes lit with a wicked light as they strayed to Echo.

“Leave him out of this,” Hex snarled. “If you want me, you take me by force. You’re not getting anywhere near him.”

“She didn’t tell you,” Ares taunted. “Oh, how amusing.”

Hex was on top of Ares before the words were fully out of his mouth. He got in one good punch before he was thrown backward, and Ares descended on him. They rolled in the grass, fists flying and connecting with every inch of flesh they could find.

Sending Ares flying over his head, Hex scrambled to his feet and gripped his dagger. With or without his godlike powers, Ares was still a soldier and well-trained in battle. Ares gained his feet as well, pulling his own dagger from its sheath as they slowly circled each other.

“You were meant for me,” Ares yelled. “You were made for me!”

“And you abused that gift,” Hex shot back. “You never loved me, and I never loved you. Just let it go.”

“I did let it go.” Ares stepped closer, his eyes wild with hatred. “Then I learned of the prophecy, of that little bastard!” he screamed, jabbing his knife toward Echo. “You are mine. How could the gods give you to another?”

“Aww, are you jealous?” Hex goaded. “If you can’t have me, then no one else can?”

“You are mine!” Ares screeched and lunged forward, the sharp blade of his dagger cutting through Hex’s shoulder.

Hex gritted his teeth together to keep from crying out in pain. He would show no weakness to the fallen god. “I was never yours.”

Then they were on each other again, except this time daggers sliced through the air instead of fists. Hex roared when Ares’ blade found its mark, sinking into the soft flesh of his stomach. Pulling the knife free, he watched the blood drip from it, and the rage consumed him.

Waving his lovers away when they made to come to his defense, Hex tackled Ares to the ground with a wild tangle of limbs. The struggle seemed to last forever before Hex finally gained the upper hand. Pressing his knee into Ares’ stomach, he stared into the eyes of his tormentor and lifted the god’s own dagger over his head.

Before he could plunge it through the man’s heart, loud barking had him jerking his head around just in time to see two coyotes fly through the air. They caught him in the chest, barreling him over so that he landed on the ground with a bone-jarring impact.

Getting to his feet almost wasn’t worth the pain and effort, but he eventually managed it when Eyce and Myst rushed to his side to lend their support. His mates gathered around him, forming a united front. “This is over,” Fiero said firmly. “You’ve proven your point, Hex.”

Too tired and in too much pain to argue, Hex simply dipped his head. “Friends of yours?” he asked Ares, motioning toward the growling coyotes on either side of him. It pissed him off to think that men he’d considered friends would betray him.

Ares looked confused, though, as he stared at the animals. “I don’t know them,” he admitted.

Seconds later, two men knelt on the ground where the coyotes had been, completely nude and still snarling.

“Jason?” Echo asked in surprise. “Oliver?”

Hex recognized them as well and felt hurt replace his anger. “Why?”

Jason stopped snarling and shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, Hex. I know you have beef with him, but…” He glanced over at Oliver pleadingly.

Oliver dipped his head and looked up at Hex. “He’s our mate.”

“What?” Ares gasped. “No!”

Hex started laughing. It quickly turned into a groan of pain, but the entire situation was fucking priceless. “You’re mortal, aren’t you?” Then he started laughing again. The limping, the hand-to-hand combat, even his less than spectacular entrance—Ares’ mortality explained everything.

“You’re bleeding,” Oliver whispered, reaching for Ares.

Ares jerked away. “I am not your mate. Don’t touch me.”

“You have your work cut out for you,” Echo said. “I don’t envy you at all. Are you sure you’re up for this?” His tone implied that he really hoped they weren’t so he could rip the former god apart.

“We have no choice,” Jason responded, his eyes never leaving Ares. “He’s our mate. We couldn’t deny him if we wanted.”

“I am not your fucking mate!” Ares screamed.

“Do you want me to put him to sleep?” Syx offered.

Jason nodded reluctantly. “It might be best until we can get him calmed.”

Syx stepped forward, and Ares had fear in his eyes for the first time since arriving. “Stay away from me.”

“Oh, it does suck to be human, doesn’t it?” Syx chuckled and crouched down in front of Ares.

Ares closed his eyes tight, but Syx just slapped him in the jaw. Ares’ eyelids popped open, and a snarl fell from his mouth. It cut off quickly when he met Syx’s eyes, though. In the next heartbeat, Ares’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped to the ground unconscious.

“So, we’re just going to let him go? After all he did?” Echo sounded indignant, and Hex couldn’t blame him.

“Don’t you think having his status as a god stripped away is enough punishment?” Vapre asked.

“No,” Echo answered immediately. “Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.”

“What horse?” Myst asked scanning the field. “I didn’t see a horse. Did I miss something?”

Hex grabbed his wounded side as he started laughing again. Gods, he loved these men. It was all he’d ever wanted—to love and be loved.

“Please?” Oliver pleaded. “I can’t make it right. I can’t fix or take away the things he’s done to you. I’m so sorry.” He dropped his head, but not before Hex saw the tear that trickled from the corner of his eye. “He’s our mate.”

No one said anything for a long time. Then Echo threw his hands into the air and growled. “Fine! Take him home. If he comes anywhere near me or my family again, I will fucking kill him. Do you understand?”

Jason and Oliver nodded quickly. “He’ll never bother you again. I swear it,” Jason said hurriedly.

“I so can’t believe this is happening.” Echo growled once more, then spun on his heels and stomped off toward the house, grumbling under his breath the entire way.

“I’m sorry,” Oliver whispered. “No matter what he’s done, he’s connected to us. Please understand.”

Unfortunately, Hex did. “Get him out of here. I have my own mates to worry about.” He didn’t even wait for the coyotes to gather their new mate and leave before going in search of Echo.