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

this house.”
    “Well, how else are you supposed to fuck if you’re not naked?” Myst waggled his eyebrows, then grunted when Onyx’s elbow caught him in the ribs. “Right,” he gasped, rubbing at his side. “Not the time.”
    Echo ignored them, pulling the cotton T-shirt over his head and remaining focused on Syn. “I’m waiting.”
    “Well, I honestly don’t know why we’re here.” He looked over his shoulder at Jinx. “Why are we here?”
    “I had a dream about some loony blond lady, surrounded by seven men and a wall of fire,” Jinx answered. “There was a loud thudding noise throughout the dream, like the sound of a beating heart.” He pointed at Echo and cocked his head to the side. “You told us to come.”
    “Me? I thought you said there were only seven guys in the dream?”
    “No, I said the woman was surrounded by seven men.” He looked around the room, meeting each of the demon’s eyes. “These seven men. You,” his eyes focused back on Echo, “were standing outside the circle, and you called to us for help.”
    “So, you just up and left in the middle of the night without even packing a bag because you had a dream?” Echo scoffed, but it sounded damn close to how he’d come to arrive at the warrior’s home.
    “Well, there was a bit of urgency considering we woke up to our house engulfed in flames. Didn’t have anywhere else to go, did we? Why not seek you out?”
    “But how did you know where to find us? How long have you been traveling?”
    Jinx frowned, his brow forming a shallow V, and jerked his head toward the other vampire. “He led us.”
    “Well, I think it was the witchy woman in the dream that led us. I just followed.” Syn shrugged as though they were making a big deal out of nothing. “We had the same dream at the same time, our house practically blew up, and I got a woman in my head telling me I need to go somewhere. Don’t know about you, mate, but I’m going to listen. Besides,” Syn dipped his head at Echo, “here you are.”
    Echo rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed. It made sense—well, as much sense as anything else. “So, snacking on my mate’s neck?”
    “Right sorry about that, I am, but it’s been a long road to find you. We caught a few animals along the way, but it’s damn cold here. Most the beasties are in hiding for the winter, and their blood doesn’t keep us for long anyway. Your mate was kind enough to allow me a little sip to sate the burn.”
    “And him?” Echo pointed to Jinx.
    “I’m fine,” Jinx responded immediately, waving away Echo’s concern.
    “You need to drink,” Syn admonished his friend.
    “Does it hurt?”
    Jinx shrugged. “It’s not unbearable.”
    “Oh, for the love of gods, someone feed the man.” Echo huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t like it, but what was he going to do? Let the man starve to death? Jinx was a vampire. Vampires drank blood. One plus one equaled two.
    “I’ll do it.” Gage rose from the sofa, kissing each of his mates on the forehead before walking over to Jinx and holding out his arm. “Wrist only.”
    Jinx hesitated, but Echo could see the longing in the man’s eyes. Then he gently wrapped his fingers around Gage’s forearm and brought the werewolf’s wrist to his mouth, sinking his fangs through the flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter.
    Echo watched Mac and Sony for their reactions, but the two looked pleased as punch that a vampire was biting their mate. Rolling his eyes, Echo waiting for Jinx to finish and offer his thanks before addressing the newcomers. “We’re going to have to figure something else out, because I really don’t like you using my mates as chew toys. When will you need to feed again?”
    “Tomorrow or the next day,” Syn replied. “We didn’t take much, not nearly what we needed.”
    “Syx. Vapre.”
    “We’re on it,” Syx responded immediately, leading the way down the hall toward the office with Vapre right