Evans, Gabrielle - Shades of Black [Fatefully Yours 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (14 page)

Syx sighed and pulled Echo closer to him. “I don’t know for sure, but I think so. If he could trap me inside this cave so that I can’t complete my test, then he’s free to take you per your agreement.”

“Then why did the Oracle send us here?” Echo’s small frame trembled as he rested his head over Syx’s heart. “Why would she allow this to happen?”

“The Oracle never specifically said that we needed to find this cave. I think we misinterpreted her meaning…again. I don’t know why she wouldn’t have warned us once we got here, though.”

“She said something to me about free will and a test of endurance. Maybe this is preparing us for the task.”

Syx kissed the top of his mate’s head and snuggled him closer. “You’re being very rational right now. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Don’t be,” Echo whispered. “I’m about three seconds away from needing a padded room. I hate the dark, and it’s so quiet in here. It reminds me of the sensory deprivation capsule at the lab.”

“I should have never let you follow me into the cave in the first place.” Syx felt like the world’s biggest jackass. A fine job he’d done protecting his mate. They were stuck inside a cold, damp cave with no light, no food or water, and no way out.

There had been hope after the rockslide, but now, Syx didn’t know if even Onyx or Myst could move a stone of that size. He had no doubt that the warriors would come for them, but would they find them this far into the cavern? Would they be able to hear them through the massive rock blocking their escape?

“I’m sorry I got us into this,” he mumbled into Echo’s hair. “I’m so damn sorry, sweetheart.”

“Stop,” Echo begged. “I need you to be strong right now. I’m losing my mind, and I just don’t have it in me to be brave anymore.”

“Close your eyes and sleep, Echo. Jet and Pax will bring help soon. I’ll wake you when they get here.”

“You sleep, too.” Echo rubbed circles over Syx’s belly. “I know you haven’t been sleeping. You’re exhausted, love. Just a small nap, and maybe things will be clearer when we wake up.”

“Is it getting warmer in here?” Syx wiped at back of his neck, frowning when his palm came away sweaty. It was definitely getting hotter. The warmth washed over him, relaxing his muscles and making his eyelids droop. Some part of his subconscious screamed at him to fight against sleep.

Echo yawned hugely and cuddled closer to his side. “Just a little nap,” he mumbled.

Syx struggled for a few more minutes, but three days without sleep combined with the sudden rising temperatures, and he couldn’t fight it. With a deep sigh, he let his eyelids drift closed and let the exhaustion claim him.

* * * *

“Hello, love,” Echo whispered over Syx’s lips. They lay in a field of lush grass, completely nude as the sun beat down on their bare skin.

Syx nestled between Echo’s spread thighs, covering his body and brushing kisses over his mouth. “And hello to you, sweetheart. Where are we anyway?”

“Who cares?” Echo sighed, arching his back and rubbing himself against Syx like a cat in heat. “It’s just a dream, Syx. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“If this is a dream, that means I control what happens, right?”

Echo smiled and lifted his eyebrows. “What did you have in mind?”

In the next heartbeat, Echo found himself kneeling in the middle of a field of flowers, with his wrists bound behind his back. Even a few short weeks before, the mere thought of being restrained had sent him into hysteria. Now, there was only a passing unease that faded quickly when Syx pressed against his back and began stroking his skin.

“You are so gorgeous like this,” Syx breathed as his lips and tongue moved over Echo’s neck. “Your skin glistens in the sunlight, your hair shines, and your body quakes for me. You need me, baby.”

“Yes,” Echo hissed when Syx’s fingers trailed over his hip and down to encircle the base of his jutting cock. “Always need you.”

“That’s right, Echo. Your entire being yearns for me. Your ass is hungry for my cock, begging to be stretched and filled. You love the burn, the pressure, feeling every vein and ridge sliding over your needy hole as I push inside you.”

Dropping his head back on Syx’s shoulder, Echo moaned and jerked his hips, pumping his throbbing dick into Syx’s loose grasp. The man was going to make him come with his words alone. Syx was the only person Echo knew who could turn talking dirty into an art form. He bet his mate rocked at phone sex. Maybe they’d try it sometime.

Two slick fingers slid along the line of his crease before they pushed through the muscled globes and traced tight circles around Echo’s fluttering entrance. Damn, he loved dream sex. The ability to just wish a bottle of lube into existence was awesome.

Then the two slippery digits pressed inside his greedy hole, zeroed in on his prostate, and began rubbing it relentlessly. Echo howled, his cock flexed, and clear beads of pre-cum seeped from the swollen head.

Syx pumped the finger in and out of his heated channel in tandem to the long, languid strokes his other hand delivered to Echo’s prick. “Mmm, love the way you just suck my fingers right in. Your cock is so hard, baby, throbbing in my hand and begging for more.”

“Please,” Echo whimpered as he rocked between Syx’s hands.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Beg me for it. Beg for my cock.”

“Syx, please!” Echo’s heart pounded against his sternum, his legs began to shake, and his balls ached as they drew tight to his body. “Gonna,” he grunted.

Syx’s hand tightened around the base of Echo’s cock, and his fingers stilled inside Echo’s hole. “No,” he growled. “Not until I say you can come.”

Who knew the normally passive demon had such a dominant streak in him? Echo began to tremble in earnest as Syx’s commanding tone washed over him and sent his head spinning.

“You like that,” Syx whispered roughly. “You crave being dominated. You like it slow and gentle, but you love it hard and dirty.” A third finger pushed inside Echo’s clenching ass with enough force to rock him forward. “Tell me how you want it, Echo.”

Even if he’d wanted to, Echo couldn’t speak. All the air rushed out of his lungs on a surprised huff when Syx extracted his finger and replaced them with his steel-hard cock in one swift movement.

In the next instant, Echo’s bound wrists were around Syx’s neck, his back pressed firmly against the warrior’s damp chest. Sweet hell, this dream stuff rocked!

Syx didn’t start out slow and gentle as he normally did. His thrusts came quick and demanding, burying his cock inside Echo’s clenching passage over and over, harder and faster. One arm wound around Echo’s chest, holding him up, while the other jerked his pulsing cock in time with every snap of Syx’s hips.

Lightning strikes of pleasure and lust bombarded him, and Echo cried out to the bluest sky he’d ever seen. His inner walls clamped around Syx’s invading length as he moved with his mate. His skin burned, his dick throbbed, and nothing else mattered but the climax racing toward him.

“Love how your ass squeezes my cock,” Syx panted. “You’re going to make me come, baby. Is that what you want? You want to milk my dick until I fill this sweet hole with cum?”

“Oh, gods,” Echo screamed. “Yes! Fuck, please!”

Syx drove into him with lightning-quick movements as his hand became a mere blur over Echo’s straining shaft. “Then come for me. Come on my cock and milk me dry.”

“Syx!” Echo screamed, dropping his head to his lover’s shoulder as his muscles tensed. His orgasm raced from his churning balls and up his swollen cock to shoot long ropes of creamy semen from the slit.

“Ah!” Syx roared, pounding into Echo’s spasming channel as he pumped through his own release. “
Mine
.”

The feral quality of Syx’s voice just before his canines sank into Echo’s shoulder sent him into a tailspin of desire, prolonging his orgasm until he thought he’d pass out from it. Again and again, he screamed in pleasure until his throat felt raw and his voice became hoarse. Never-ending streams of cum poured from his erupting cock, and his body jerked and bucked as scorching lava splashed against his inner walls.

Suddenly, his back and shoulders pressed into something soft and wet, and water splashed over his face. Echo threw his eyelids open, staring in astonishment as Syx hovered over top of him. “What?” he rasped.

“My dream.” Syx smirked at him before he hooked his arms under Echo’s knees and spread them wide, pushing them back toward his chest.

The wet sand beneath him felt cool and welcomed against Echo’s heated skin. The sun beat down on his face, and the tide of the ocean washed over them, splashing around them as it broke against the sands.

Syx leaned closer, spreading Echo open wider, and claimed his mouth in a tangle of lips and tongues. He moved slowly, tenderly, his thick cock gliding in and out of Echo’s hole in gentle movements.

Time seemed to stand still in their own personal paradise, and Echo never wanted to leave. He missed his mates, though. If he could bring them here with him and Syx, life would be perfect. There were no tests to think about, no wars to win, and no one to interrupt their happy existence.

As his climax ripped through him once more, Echo moaned into Syx’s mouth, feeling truly peaceful for the first time in weeks. “I’m hungry,” he murmured as he pushed the wet hair back from his lover’s face and smiled up at him. It was more than just hunger though. His stomach cramped painfully, and he suddenly felt lightheaded.

“So am I,” Syx said, but he wasn’t smiling. “This doesn’t feel right. We shouldn’t be hungry in a dream, especially after only an hour or so.”

“Echo! Syx!”

Pushing at Syx’s chest, Echo hissed when his mate’s flaccid cock slipped from his hole, but he kept going. Scrambling to his feet, he spun around in circles, looking for the owner of the voice. “Did you hear it?”

Syx stood and rushed to his side, scanning the shore as well. “It sounded like Hex.”

“Echo! Wake the fuck up!” Hex’s voice demanded.

Closing his eyes, Echo couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face. He knew his men would come for them. Hex was here, and they were rescued. Then a sharp sting started in his cheek as though he’d been slapped in the face.

Opening his eyes, Echo glared up at Hex. “You hit me.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Hex breathed as he gathered Echo into his arms and crushed him against his chest.

Taking in his surroundings, Echo realized he was back in the cave, but he could see. The light was dim, but sunshine spilled into the cavern, illuminating the men gathered around him. With a sharp gasp, Echo threw his arms around Hex’s neck and squeezed with everything he had. “You came for us.”

“Oh, gods, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m here.” Hex stroked Echo’s hair and nuzzled their cheeks together. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“Syx is coming around,” Eyce said from behind them.

Echo whipped his head around and began to squirm out of Hex’s embrace. Hex gave him a kiss on the temple and passed him to Eyce without his feet ever touching the ground. Echo slung his arms around Eyce, hugging the man fiercely as he peppered kisses over his face. “Missed you, big guy.”

“Missed you, too, baby. I was so worried about you.”

“How did you find us?”

“Let’s get you guys out of here, and we’ll explain, okay?”

“Yes, please.” Echo didn’t want to spend another second inside the cave. “Syx and Mac, are they okay?”

“Everyone is fine. C’mon, love.”

“Please,” came a soft plea from beside them, and Echo looked over to see Fiero looking at him with a pained expression.

Reaching out, Echo wrapped his fingers around the back of Fiero’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eyce’s arms went around the warrior as well, and before Echo knew it, he had all of his men surrounding him and lavishing him with touches and kisses. “I’m so glad you’re back,” he whispered.