Evans, Gabrielle - Upon Crimson Waters [Fatefully Yours 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (3 page)

Echo didn’t understand exactly what was going on, but he couldn’t stand to see one of his men in pain. Easing out from behind Eyce, he moved cautiously until he stood just behind Fiero, then reached out hesitantly with a trembling hand to smooth his fingertips down Fiero’s spine. “Please talk to me,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

“You can’t help me,” Fiero said so quietly that Echo almost didn’t hear him.

“I can try.” His chest tightened painfully at the hopelessness in his warrior’s voice. “At least let me try.”

Eyce moved soundlessly to stand in front of Fiero, cupped his face in both palms, and lifted his head to meet his eyes. “A team, right? Something is coming. Something bigger than all of us, and we need to face it together. You can’t take this on by yourself.”

Echo watched as Fiero’s breathing slowly eased, his muscles relaxed, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Eyce’s. “I know,” he whispered. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.”

The light went off in Echo’s head, and he finally got it. Yes, Fiero was scared, but he also felt guilty. He’d taken all of their troubles on his shoulders, unwilling to share the weight of the burden with his lovers.

He stood there silently, just watching the two men together. They didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t so much as blink as they stared into each other’s eyes. Even if they wouldn’t admit it, Echo could practically feel the love pouring off of them like a tangible force. They looked so beautiful together, Echo suddenly felt like an intruder.

Stepping back slowly, he started to leave to give them some privacy when Fiero grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Echo squeezed back, a tiny smile playing over his lips. “I’ll be down the hall,” he said quietly, not wanting to interrupt the moment. “You two don’t need me right now.”

It hurt a little to say, but Echo knew Fiero needed Eyce. The man just seemed to ground him, calm him, and Echo could respect that. Maybe if he disappeared for a little while, Eyce could heal whatever was hurting Fiero.

He tried to tug his hand free, but Fiero wouldn’t release him. Instead, he tugged Echo forward until he could wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him into his and Eyce’s combined embrace.

“Stay,” he whispered. “Just stay.”

* * * *

Fiero let his hand roam over the soft, creamy skin of Echo’s back. He still rested his forehead against Eyce’s, enjoying the closeness of his lovers and allowing their nearness to calm him. Being a prick all the time wasn’t something he was proud of, but he just wasn’t good with emotions—especially ones he didn’t understand.

Echo made him feel strange. Besides wanting to fuck him on the nearest flat surface every time the little guy breathed in his direction, Fiero also felt extremely protective and possessive of him. Oh, he didn’t mind sharing with the other men in the house. Echo belonged to all of them, after all. The thought of someone besides his lovers touching their mate made him see red, though.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispered as his other hand moved to tangle in Eyce’s hair. Gods, they made him feel things that he didn’t understand, couldn’t explain. Things he wasn’t sure that he wanted to feel.

He’d always cared about his lovers, worried about them, and would protect them with his life. Until Echo showed up, however, that had been the extent of it. Now, he had these strange emotions warring inside of him, and he didn’t know what to do with them. He was a goddamn warrior. Lust, desire, respect, and concern for his men’s safety—those were things Fiero understood.

He wasn’t supposed to feel all warm and fuzzy when they touched him, though. Nor was he supposed to feel a soul-wrenching fear that he wouldn’t be able to protect them.

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Echo murmured as he rubbed his face over Fiero’s chest. His tongue snaked out, licking a slow circle around Fiero’s nipple and causing the big warrior to shudder as a deep groan escaped his parted lips. “Want you, big guy.”

Want, Fiero understood as well. It clawed at him, sending electricity racing down his spine and zipping along the length of his cock as it began to swell between his legs. He just wished he didn’t have to be so careful with Echo. Not that he didn’t like slow and sensual, but it seriously deprived him of his kinky nature.

“Yeah, want you,” Eyce whispered before palming the back of Fiero’s head and claiming his lips in a scorching kiss.

Fiero couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure as his lips and tongue dueled with Eyce’s, each battling for dominance. He didn’t mind giving over power sometimes, but with his emotions all over the map, he needed to be in charge and take back some control.

Luckily, his lovers seemed to realize this, because Eyce backed off, allowing Fiero to take over the kiss. Echo insinuated himself between them, licking and nipping at Fiero’s chest as he humped against his thigh.

Pushing his leg between both of Echo’s, Fiero grabbed the man’s slim waist and tugged, urging Echo to move against him. As much as he wanted to bury his aching cock inside his mate’s sweet little ass, he knew he couldn’t be gentle. He might be a bastard when it came to some things, but he’d never intentionally hurt his men.

Echo was just so small and unlike anything he was used to. His lovers were big warriors like himself. He didn’t have to worry about causing them pain or being too rough with them. With Echo, he constantly held himself in check and second-guessed his every move.

“Need you,” Echo whimpered as his head fell back against Eyce’s chest, and his hips continued to rock, grinding his cotton-covered cock over Fiero’s thigh. “Need you both.”

Fiero felt like the world’s biggest asshole as he desperately tried to figure out a way to make this work without actually fucking Echo. He wanted the little man with something akin to pain, but in his current mood, he knew he couldn’t be gentle. He’d never forgive himself if his inability to tame his lust caused him to hurt his mate in any way.

Looking into Eyce’s eyes, he tried to convey his dilemma without words. Eyce caught on immediately and dipped his head once in understanding. Throwing a quick wink at Fiero, he glided his hands down Echo’s chest, pausing to pinch and tug at his copper-colored nipples. “I call middle.”

* * * *

Echo didn’t really give a damn who went where. His body burned, his skin overheated, and his dick ached and throbbed, demanding release, and soon. His fluttering hole clenched and relaxed, begging to be filled.

Eyce walked them backward, pushing Echo’s boxers down his legs as he went. Then he plopped down on the end of the bed and pulled Echo into his lap, spreading his legs until they stretched wide, draping over Eyce’s powerful thighs.

Moaning and panting, Echo dropped his head back on Eyce’s shoulder as his eyes closed, and he wiggled his ass over the rock-hard erection beneath him. Eyce’s chest pressed against his back, heating his skin and setting his nerve endings sizzling. Echo didn’t know how Eyce was going to be in the middle in their current position, but he couldn’t form coherent words to question it.

His eyes popped open when he heard Fiero growl, and he watched the man drop to his knees, crawling forward, his eyes locked on Echo’s exposed opening. Before he could even gasp, Fiero dove between his parted cheeks, licking, sucking, and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of his entrance.

Echo cried out, bowing his back and pressing against Fiero’s mouth. “Don’t stop,” he begged as he reached over his head to lock his arms around Eyce’s neck. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Eyce murmured, his lips trailing over Echo’s neck and up the sensitive flesh to suck at his earlobe. His hand continued to roam Echo’s body, touching him everywhere as Fiero’s tongue plunged into his eager opening, stabbing in and out and driving Echo out of his mind.

“Please!” he cried out, arching his hips as he squirmed and whimpered.

Eyce’s arms locked around him, holding him in place and preventing his escape. A long finger replaced Fiero’s tongue, pushing into his ass as Fiero moved up to lave his balls, sucking them into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue.

“Fuck! I can’t…can’t!” Echo’s stomach cramped, his balls tightened, and cock jerked and throbbed.

“Shh, baby,” Eyce whispered in his ear, palming Echo’s shaft and stroking it lightly. His thumb brushed over the spongy head, spreading pre-cum and using it to slick Echo’s length. “We got you. Just ride it.”

Easy for him to say. Eyce wasn’t the one that was about to lose his goddamn mind. A second finger slipped in beside the first, twisting and scissoring as they sawed in and out of his greedy ass. “Please, fuck me! Someone fuck me!”

Fiero’s mouth traveled up Echo’s stomach, over his chest, and latched on to one of his pebbled nipples, tugging at it with his teeth just as Eyce gave a sharp twist of his hand just under the leaking head of Echo’s cock.

“Come for me, baby,” Fiero demanded gutturally.

Echo couldn’t have stopped it if he’d wanted. The flames engulfed him, overwhelming him, and he threw his head back and screamed as creamy ropes of cum erupted from his slit to paint the space between him and Fiero.

He slumped back against Eyce, letting the warrior support his weight as Fiero gently eased his fingers from Echo’s still spasming hole. “More,” he panted.

Fiero chuckled, his eyes softening as he pushed up to claim Echo’s lips in a tender kiss. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

“Please?” Echo had no qualms about begging for what he wanted.

“Okay, little one, okay.” Echo whimpered when Fiero pushed away from him and disappeared. He was back in a flash, though, flipping open the cap on a bottle of lube and slicking up his jutting cock. “Lay back,” he ordered.

Echo was confused for a second until Eyce eased back on the bed and pulled Echo down to lie over his chest, still on his back. Two slick fingers immediately pushed into his entrance, and Fiero worked to stretch him quickly, adding a third finger when the muscles began to loosen and relax.

Then the fingers vanished, and the demons worked together, lifting Echo and moving him until the tip of Eyce’s straining dick nudged against his hole. “Yes,” Echo hissed, taking a deep breath and lowering himself over the hard shaft until his ass rested against Eyce’s groin.

From his position facing Fiero, he had a perfect view of the warrior’s long fingers separating Eyce’s muscled globes and slipping inside his waiting entrance. Echo braced his hands on Eyce’s thighs and rocked up and down, groaning and panting as he felt every veiny inch sliding against his inner walls.

Then Fiero pushed him to lean back just a bit, changing the angle, and Echo cried out as Eyce’s cock nailed his prostate, sending him into overdrive in seconds flat. Lying back and bracing his hands on either side of Eyce’s waist, Echo rose and lowered, impaling himself again and again as his renewed erection slapped against Eyce’s balls on every downward thrust.

“Hurry,” he begged of Fiero.

The man nodded, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he lined up the crown of his cock with Eyce’s waiting hole and pushed in to the hilt in one long, hard thrust. Eyce growled, arching his hips and almost unseating Echo.

Fiero bent over him, attacking his mouth as he continued to drive into Eyce’s body with enough force to rock all three of them up the mattress. Echo couldn’t wait any longer. His balls burned, threatening to unload at the slightest touch. “Gonna,” he panted, jerking away from Fiero’s searching lips.

He reached for his cock, but Fiero batted his hand away and looked right into his eyes, pinning him in place with the intensity of his gaze. “Just us. Come for me again, baby.” He gave a sharp thrust into Eyce’s body. “Give me what I want, Echo,” he growled. “I want you to come.” Then he claimed Echo’s mouth in another kiss that Echo felt right down to his pulsing cock.

Without warning, his orgasm slammed into him, hitting him like a freight train, and he yelled around Fiero’s lips as the head of his cock exploded, shooting reams of pearly seed from the slit.

He heard Eyce groan from behind him seconds before scorching lava coated his channel, and Fiero roared, burying his face in Echo’s neck, his body shuddering through his release. “Thank you,” he mumbled softly. “Thank you, baby.”