Free Evans, Gabrielle - Firestorm [Fatefully Yours 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans

dumbass. As much as I love Echo and all the others.”
    Time seemed to stand still, and Echo held his breath, waiting for Fiero’s reaction. The demon stared up at Eyce for a long time, the effect ruined a little by his bruised and bleeding face. Then he slumped back to the floor with a groan and threw his arm over his eyes. “I love you, too, fucker,” he mumbled.
    Not exactly sweet and charming, but at least they’d finally said the words. Echo wanted to pump his fist in the air and twirl around in a circle. Instead, he remained motionless, not saying a word, and continued to watch, eager to see how the scene would play out.
    “Why are we fighting?” Eyce asked softly after a moment. Then he leaned down, pried Fiero’s arm from his face, and brushed their abused lips together gently. “I love you, Fiero. I always have.”
    Fiero’s trembling fingers caressed down the side of Eyce’s cheek and pushed the hair back from his face. “Ditto,” he mumbled thickly. “Always loved you, Eyce.”
    “Oh, my god!” Echo wailed as the dam opened, and tears began streaming down his face. He’d never witnessed a sweeter, more perfect moment.
    Both men snapped around to look at him, concern covering both of their faces. Eyce scrambled off of Fiero and hurried over to kneel at Echo’s feet. Fiero followed quickly, kneeling just beside Eyce, and reached out to take Echo’s hand in both of his own.
    “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?”
    Eyce gasped and began running his hands over Echo as his eyes searched him frantically for signs of injury. “Did we hurt you? Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. Tell me where you’re hurt. I’ll go get ice, a bandage, something.”
    “I’ll get Hex.” Fiero jumped to his feet and was halfway across the living room before Echo found his voice.
    “Fiero, I’m fine.” He looked down at Eyce and smiled gently. “I’m not hurt. In fact, I’m very, very happy right now.” Fingering the swelling flesh around Eyce’s eye gently, he frowned. “You should still probably find Hex, though. You look like shit, love.”
    “Sweet-talker.” Eyce grinned up at Echo and moved as though to stand. Before he could gain his feet, though, Vapre, Syx, and Onyx came running into the room, each looking mad enough to spit fire.
    “You have some serious explaining to do,” Vapre spat.
    Syx’s fingers wound in Eyce’s dark hair and jerked his head back on his shoulders. “Do you want to be with us or not?”
    “It’s not right, what you did,” Onyx snarled.
    “Get the fuck off him!” Fiero ran back over to the group, and just like that, the fight was on again.
    Echo yelled and stumbled backward as a foot came flying toward his face, missing him by mere inches. What had gotten into everyone? They’d all been in the room the night before, and no one had tried to stop what had happened between Syn and Eyce. They hadn’t seemed concerned in the least.
    Now, almost twenty-four hours later, they were ready to kill each other over it? It didn’t make a damn bit of sense. His lovers had lost their minds. It was the only explanation that fit.
    Then Hex came thundering down the stairs, his hair flying out behind him, and his face mottled red with rage. He jumped right into the fray without a word, and Echo had seen enough. He spun around and headed toward the kitchen to find a frying pan. They’d stop this idiocy and listen to him, or he’d bash their fool heads in.
    He’d taken no more than two steps when loud screams sounded from up the stairs, followed by an ear-piercing roar. Loud thuds, crashes, bangs, and more screams echoed around the house. Another vicious roar, though smaller, quieter, came from below, rising up from the basement.
    Before Echo could figure out what to do, Myst came sprinting into the room, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What the fuck is going on?” He took one look at their lovers where they were rolling and fighting on the floor, then hurried across