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over Eyce’s lips, and he actually began reaching for his zipper before he stopped suddenly and shook his head. Bending from the waist, he kissed the top of Echo’s head and sighed. “I like the hair,” he whispered as he cuddled Echo close. “We need to talk, but I’ll take a rain check, okay?”
    Echo looked disappointed for just a minute but then shrugged and bobbed his head. “I’ll hold you to it.” He twisted his hips, grinding his groin against Eyce’s hip, making clear exactly what he intended to hold the warrior to.
    His eyes closing briefly, Eyce groaned and swatted Echo on his naked rear. “Behave.” Easing away from their mate, he chuckled, though it sounded strained. “Go shower, and get that sexy ass back here.”
    Sighing dramatically, Echo turned to leave the room. “Spoilsport.” Then he looked over his shoulder and made kissy faces at them all before he flounced up the stairs.
    “That brat is hell on long legs.” Vapre felt his cock twitch inside his pants as he watched Echo’s swaying ass. Mmm, he couldn’t get enough of his mate.
    “I’m not arguing that.” Eyce still sounded tense, and he reached down to readjust the sizeable lump in his jeans. “I hate telling him no.”
    “Join the club.” Myst laughed from where he lounged on the sofa, his jeans pulled on but undone and his chest bare.
    “You’re not helping.” Vapre drank in the sight of Myst’s smooth skin, his cock doing a little more jerking as it made a valiant effort to swell inside its confinement. Apparently, Echo wasn’t the only one who kept his motor running.
    As he watched his lovers move about the room finding seats and settling in for whatever discussion Eyce had planned, Vapre struggled to swallow around the sudden constriction of his throat. These were his men, his lovers, and he loved each one of them so much that his heart hurt with it.
    “Put away your pride and accept what is freely offered.”
    The Oracle’s words came back to him, replaying over and over in his brain on a constant loop. Did he dare speak his heart, put all of his cards on the table and risk rejection?
    “Put away your pride and accept what is freely offered.”
    Could it really be that easy?

Chapter Eight

    “Mac is talking,” Eyce announced.
    Fresh out of the shower, Echo went straight to Vapre and cuddled in his lap in the recliner. He couldn’t quite explain it, but some voice in his subconscious told him that Vapre needed him. He could feel his mate’s internal struggle almost like a palpable force and hoped his presence would soothe his agitated lover.
    Vapre’s arms twined around him, and his chin rested on Echo’s shoulder. The deep, contented sigh that heaved up from his chest served to prove Echo’s theory. He didn’t know what war raged inside his man, but he hoped Vapre would confide in him soon. Echo couldn’t stand to see his men suffering, especially if he could do something to help.
    “What’s he saying?” Hex was the only one standing, doing his normal pacing as he tugged on the ends of his ebony hair. He looked deep in thought, and judging by his stilted movement, those thoughts weren’t pleasant.
    “Gage says he’s not ready to talk to the rest of us yet, but he wanted to warn us not to go back to that place where we found the shifters.” Eyce looked just as troubled as he spoke, and Echo wished his arms were long enough to pull them all into one huge embrace. The only downside to having seven amazing mates was having to evaluate their levels of distress and choose who needed comfort the most.
    Though Vapre seemed calm on the outside, Echo knew in his heart that the man needed him more than the others just then. There was no use in trying to pry the burden from the man. He would talk when he was ready, and Echo promised himself that he’d be there to listen.
    “I don’t see why we would, but did Mac give a reason why we shouldn’t?” Onyx sprawled in the other recliner, his hand drifting up