Evans, Gabrielle - Hell's Tempest [Fatefully Yours 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) Read Free Page A

prick, and pushed home in one hard thrust. Echo cried out, the sound muffled around the turgid flesh in his mouth, and Syx groaned, his eyes actually rolling back in his head.
    Giving Echo only a moment to adjust, Vapre began a punishing rhythm, his primal instincts taking over as he slammed into Echo’s welcoming body with animalistic force. If he worried he was hurting his mate, he needn’t have. Echo moaned and whimpered around Syx’s cock, his throat muscles working as he swallowed around the spongy head again and again.
    “Fuuuuck!” Syx cried out, his only warning before his muscles tensed and his body began to shudder.
    Echo braced his hands on Syx’s thighs, licking the demon clean while Vapre continued to drive his aching cock into Echo’s tight hole. Reaching around his mate’s slim hips, Vapre palmed Echo’s bobbing dick and stroked him hard and fast. “Come for me,” he demanded hoarsely.
    As though he’d been simply waiting for the command, Echo buried his face in Syx’s groin, groaning and whimpering as streams of hot semen bathed Vapre’s hand and wrist. Echo’s inner walls convulsed in waves, squeezing Vapre’s cock until he felt his eyes would cross from the pleasure. Giving one final plunge, Vapre stilled, and his hands gripped Echo’s hips in a bruising hold as his balls unloaded, painting his mate’s dark tunnel with endless ropes of sticky cum.
    “Did I pass?” Echo panted a moment later as they all slumped together, trying to catch their breaths.
    “Oh, yes,” Syx answered reverently. “With flying colors.”
    Vapre chuckled softly, leaning over Echo and nuzzling the back of his neck. “Never doubted you for a second, baby.”

Chapter Two

    “I’ve been thinking,” Syx said casually as he moved about the kitchen, preparing a late dinner for the three of them.
    Everyone had left, Syn and Jinx were still sleeping, and the house felt unusually lonely. There were plenty of open chairs at the kitchen table, but Echo crawled up in Vapre’s lap and rested his head on his lover’s shoulder.
    “Alert the media,” Vapre teased, his hand drifting up to comb through Echo’s long hair. “What’s going on in that sexy brain of yours?”
    Syx snorted at the compliment as he added more spices to the sizzling pan on the stove. “We’ve been assuming that these”—he waved a hand around without turning—“tests, I guess you’d call them, will come in the order they were given.”
    Echo’s brows drew together, and he scrunched his nose. He didn’t know about the others, but that’s exactly what he’d been thinking. Upon closer inspection, he realized how naïve that might be. Knowing what was coming, or at least having an idea, was an advantage that he’d seize with both hands. What if they were wrong? What if the tasks came out of order—without rhyme or reason? That certainly fit in with what Echo had learned about the Oracle and the world his demons inhabited before their escape.
    “So, you think that maybe we need to be prepared for anything?” Echo sat up straighter in Vapre’s lap and leaned his elbows on the table. Resting his chin in his palms, he studied Syx’s back, watching for the telltale signs of stress and tension.
    Syx seemed completely at ease, though. He shrugged dispassionately, finally turning to face Echo. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
    “Good call,” Vapre said. “What brought this on, though?”
    “A couple of things.” Syx removed the pan from the burner and flipped off the stove before leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest as he addressed them. “The Oracle said that the crops will die. If we assume the prophecy is ordered, this would be the fourth task, beginning at the rise of the new moon on April third.”
    Echo didn’t understand. “So?”
    “The growing season in northern Montana is short and doesn’t begin until mid-April,” Vapre answered.
    Looking over his shoulder at Vapre, Echo’s mouth dropped