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finger sawing in and out of the clenching entrance. The sight did little to steady his already shaky control. Releasing his death grip on Hex’s hip, he palmed his lover’s bouncing cock and stroked him in time with his almost punishing pace.
    A sun-bronzed hand came into view, and Fiero ran his fingertips along Eyce’s wrist and over the top of his hand until he found the place where Eyce’s digit disappeared inside Echo’s fluttering hole. Fiero rubbed across the muscles where they stretched over Eyce’s finger, then pushed in with his own, pumping it slowly.
    Echo whimpered, rocking between Hex and the two fingers sliding in and out of his ass. Eyce almost swallowed his tongue, the sights, sounds, and sensations overwhelming him and short-circuiting his hazy brain.
    Fiero met him thrust for thrust, driving into him as his other hand tangled with Eyce’s around Hex’s cock. They stroked him together as their long digits moved more forcefully inside Echo’s silky channel. Eyce felt his release speeding toward him, and he couldn’t hold it at bay any longer.
    “Come for me, my loves.” The endearment slipped through his lips before Eyce could call it back. Too lost in the sensations coursing through his body, he couldn’t bring himself to care. His dick swelled inside Hex’s heated tunnel, fire spread throughout his body, and his balls ached with the need for release. “Now,” he growled, giving a sharp jab of his hips to Hex’s hungry ass at the same time he curled his finger beside Fiero’s, brushing over Echo’s sweet spot.
    Echo howled, his body stilling as his muscles tensed, and he pushed to the back of Hex’s throat. Hex’s grunt followed swiftly, his inner walls squeezing Eyce’s cock like a vise, and sticky ropes of semen shot from his slit, coating Eyce’s and Fiero’s hands and wrists.
    Fiero growled, releasing Hex’s dick and winding his arm securely around Eyce’s waist as he gave one final plunge and froze. Wet, sticky warmth splashed against Eyce’s inner walls, filling his ass and leaking out around his lover’s engorged shaft.
    Once his men were sated, Eyce finally let go and buried himself in Hex’s welcoming body as he roared out his release. He’d had more orgasms than he could count over the years, but this one felt different. It rocked him right down to his very soul, and his chest tightened almost painfully as a glowing warmth surrounded him.
    He didn’t understand it, but instinctively knew his little slip of the tongue had just changed everything.

Chapter Seven

    The day of the new moon dawned bright and sunny—a complete contrast to the mood within the house. Everyone seemed sober and solemn when Echo entered the kitchen that morning. They waved and mumbled their greetings, but it lacked the usual warmth Echo had become accustomed to.
    He didn’t take it personally, though. Even he felt so tense that the slightest touch might shatter him into a million pieces. Eyce and Myst had done more research on the internet, but still insisted that none of the information they found fit with the prophecy.
    Vapre and Syx, though the brains of the group, were little help considering they’d been suspiciously absent over the last several days. Even during the snowstorm, when everyone had been confined to the indoors, Syx and Vapre were often hiding out in one of their rooms—and usually together, huddled over Syx’s laptop.
    Scanning the room, Echo sighed when he noticed the two empty seats at the kitchen table. “Gone again?”
    No one needed to question what he meant. They all nodded their heads as their eyes drifted to the empty seats as well. “They were gone when we woke up this morning,” Hex said quietly. “It’s beginning to worry me.”
    “You mean they left the house?” Echo didn’t like this. The closer the danger came, it seemed the more their little family drifted apart. “Where did they go? Did they leave a note?”
    “Nope.” Hex shook his head slowly.