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The test has come, and Eyce finds himself unprepared to deal with the churning crimson waters of the lakes and ponds. The Oracle warns that he must surrender in order to be victorious—a concept foreign to the big warrior. Surrender is not an option.
Echo still doesn’t understand his role in this war, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to help Eyce complete his task. First, he must find a way inside the demon’s heart and force him to accept the love he offers so freely.
While Echo and Eyce work to clear the lakes, the threat from the lab still hangs heavy in the air. More are coming. They will never stop coming. Though their troubles seem never ending, Echo knows they can face down their enemies if they stand together. Now, if he can only make Eyce see this before it’s too late.
“Wanna talk about it?” Echo wiggled closer, resting his blond head in Eyce’s lap. “I’m not so tired,” he slurred around a huge yawn.
Eyce gave him a genuine smile this time as he brushed the hair back from his mate’s face. “Let’s wait until the others wake up. We’ll have a meeting, and I’ll tell you everything then.”
“M’kay,” Echo mumbled, closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep almost immediately.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Syx moved closer to Eyce’s other side, curling around him and stroking his stomach as he rested his head on Eyce’s hip. “We’re all in this together.”
“I’ll tell everyone in the morning.” Eyce smoothed his knuckles down Syx’s cheek. “Go back to sleep.”
“You look like shit.” Syx pushed up to sit beside him, nudging him with his shoulder. “You’re pale and shaking, and you’re breathing like you just ran a mile. Spill it.”
“Nothing. It was just a dream. That’s all.”
“Look, I’m not really in the mood to play this game with you right now. It was more than a dream, or you wouldn’t be so upset.” He wrapped an arm around Eyce’s waist and kissed the side of his neck. “You can tell, or I can just look for myself.”
Eyce rested his head against Syx’s and sighed in resignation. With the warrior’s ability to see inside his head, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide. “It was the Oracle. The same dream we all had a few weeks ago, but…different. Everyone was there, but not there. Am I making any sense?”
“Not in the least.” Syx chuckled and kissed Eyce’s temple. “How about you start over?”
“It was the dream about the prophecy. We were all there, except Echo. There was this awful smell—like something rotting. I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, though.” Eyce took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he continued. “It was like I was the only one who could smell it. Everyone else just looked like they were in some kind of trance.”
“Then what happened?”
“That’s about it. Just before the Oracle finished the prophecy, I realized that I was having kind of a re-dreaming. I knew what she was going to say before she spoke. She told me the heart was coming, but she said something else after that.”
Syx rubbed his palm over Eyce’s bicep when he began to shudder. “What did she say?”
“She told me that the heart would be my shelter. Something about me needing it to win my struggle.”
“Your struggle?” Syx stopped rubbing his arm and leaned away to look in his eyes. “Just you?”
“That’s what she said.” Eyce pushed a hand through his shoulder-length black hair and sighed. “I don’t know what it means.”
“She told you to seek the heart or seek shelter?”
“Both, I guess. She said to seek the heart’s shelter.”
“Well, we know Echo is our heart—the one that binds us together.” Syx looked down at the little man sleeping beside them.
Eyce followed his gaze, and a soft smile spread over his lips. Only six weeks since Echo had practically landed in their laps, and he already couldn’t picture his life without him. Reaching out slowly, he combed his fingers through Echo’s golden-blond hair, loving the feel of the silky strands sliding over his hand. “I know,” Eyce whispered. “Look at him, though. What shelter is he going to offer? He’s so…fragile.”
Syx snorted and elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“He’s kind of beautiful, huh?” Eyce ignored Syx’s jab as he continued to study their mate’s sleeping face. “I mean, he’s prettier than most women I’ve met.”
“Dude, you better hope he’s sleeping.”
“I’m not.” Echo’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing his deep blue eyes, framed by impossibly long lashes. “I’m okay with being beautiful. Keep going.” Then he smiled impishly and closed his eyes again.
“So modest,” Syx mumbled under his breath, but Eyce could hear the humor in his voice. Echo just pulled that kind of response from all of them. They couldn’t help but be enamored by his charm. Even if he was a brat more times than not.
“More,” Echo demanded. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to walk after enduring two climaxes so close together, but he wanted—needed—more.
Fiero’s head snapped up, and he looked at Echo for a long time, several emotions Echo couldn’t identify playing over his face, before he grinned devilishly and dipped his head once. His strong arms wrapped around Echo’s waist, lifting him off of Eyce’s softening prick, and flipped him over, pushing him face-first into the mattress.
“Don’t move,” Fiero ordered.
Echo didn’t think he could move if he wanted to. His cock was still hard enough to cut glass, and his ass clenched and relaxed, anticipating and begging to be filled all over again.
He didn’t have to wait long before Fiero returned, and something cold and rigid nudged against Echo’s opening before Fiero pushed it inside in one rough shove.
Moaning and whimpering, Echo rolled his brow against the bed, clenching the sheets in his fists as he wiggled his upturned ass.
“So fucking pretty,” Eyce mumbled from behind him, and Echo only then realized the demon had moved to stand beside Fiero. “We need to get you more toys, baby.”
Toys? Enlightenment dawned, and Echo realized the unyielding phallus currently moving in and out of his passage was a dildo. Even if he hadn’t figured it out then, he would have when it suddenly began vibrating, and he thought he’d come unglued.
Fiero fucked the toy in and out of his ass at a relentless and demanding pace as his other hand smoothed over the skin of Echo’s ass. Eyce’s hand skimmed over Echo’s back, down his spine and over his hips before sliding around him to grip his pulsing cock.
“Damn, he’s still fucking hard.” The warrior groaned, giving a couple of good strokes to Echo’s dick before releasing him. The bed dipped, and Echo blinked up to see Eyce kneeling in front of him. “Suck my cock,” his lover demanded.
Pushing up on his hands with an effort, Echo licked his lips once and dove forward, encircling Eyce’s renewed erection with his swollen lips. Eyce moaned and rocked his hips as his fingers tangled in Echo’s hair, pulling him down on his cock roughly.
“That’s it,” Eyce encouraged with a feral growl. “Eat that cock, baby. Damn, your mouth is like heaven.” He thrust forward, his movements jerking and ungraceful as he nudged the back of Echo’s throat with the tip of his prick.
The dildo pulled out of hungry hole, and three fingers replaced it, driving into Echo’s ass hard enough to pull a strangled, though muffled, groan from his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, do that again,” Eyce demanded, his fists tightening around Echo’s hair.
“What? This?” Fiero curled his fingers, brushing over Echo’s prostate, and Echo cried with such force, he began gagging, swallowing convulsively around the cock in his mouth.
“Oh, gods,” Eyce groaned gutturally. Apparently, he liked that a lot.
Fiero pulled his fingers free, lined up his huge dick, and drove into Echo without further preliminaries. He didn’t pause, didn’t stop, just gripped Echo’s hips and fucked him like a man possessed.
Echo couldn’t get enough. The more they gave him, the more he wanted, and he set to work, trying to suck Eyce’s brains out through his cock—metaphorically speaking.