Evans, Gabrielle - Hypnotic Healing [Fatefully Yours 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans

crushing their mouths together and thrusting his tongue through Myst’s parted lips. The sweet groan that spilled into his mouth made Hex’s heart hammer in his chest and his naked dick throb painfully.
    Myst leaned into him, settling his hands hesitantly on Hex’s hips. Now, that just wouldn’t do. There should never be any apprehension between them. He’d fucked up royally, but he’d make things right before either of them left the dank basement.
    Pulling out of the kiss, he held Myst to him as he rested their foreheads together and panted for breath. “Missed you.”
    “Missed you, too,” Myst whispered.
    “I need to tell you something, okay?” Hex leaned away so he could look into his lover’s eyes. He wanted Myst to see the truth when he spoke the words. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a prick. It won’t happen again. I hate that it took this happening to Echo for me to pull my head out of my ass, but I finally see what I have right in front of me.”
    Myst licked his lips nervously. “And what is that?”
    Hex brushed their mouths together tenderly. “You.” He did it again. “Echo.” He flicked his tongue over the seam of Myst’s lips. “Syx, Vapre, Eyce.” His hands roamed down Myst’s back, urging the man closer to him. “Onyx and Fiero,” he finished before claiming his lover’s mouth once again in a toe-curling kiss. “Forgive me,” he panted a moment later. “Forgive me, and I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
    “If you lie to me, or keep things from me again, I’m going to kick your sexy ass.”
    Hex chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in longer than he could remember. “I expect nothing less.”
    “Why now?” Myst demanded. “I mean, I get what you’re saying about worrying we would lose Echo, but I don’t get it. What changed? How do I know you’re not going to go back to being a complete shithead again tomorrow?”
    “I’m too tired?”
    Myst just glared at him. “I love you, but you’re already being a prick again.” It took about two seconds for Myst to realize what he’d said, then his lips pressed together, his eyes widened, and he began shaking his head.
    Hex thought he’d pass out right there on the concrete floor. He knew Echo loved him, remembered clearly when his mate had spoken the words. It had been more than enough, but to know Myst felt the same was overwhelming.
    “I’m sorry,” Myst mumbled. “I shouldn’t have said that. I know warriors aren’t supposed to have these feelings. We’re supposed to be cold and ruthless, and…I’m just sorry, okay? I won’t say it again.”
    “First,” Hex said clearly, “I don’t think there is a rulebook that outlines how warriors are or are not supposed to act. Secondly, do you really think any of us are cold and ruthless?”
    Myst shook his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “No, and especially not since Echo arrived. We’re like putty in the little guy’s hands.”
    Hex nodded his approval. “Third, you never have to be sorry for saying what you feel or think. And last…” He trailed off and smirked.
    “Last?” Myst croaked.
    “I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t say it again.”
    “Really? Why?”
    “Because I love you, too, and I plan to say it as often as I can.”
    A goofy smile spread over his lover’s lips, but before Myst could respond, the basement door swung open again, and Fiero carried Echo back into the room. Hex kissed Myst on the forehead and stepped back. “Go get some rest.”
    Myst nodded dazedly as he brushed past Eyce and headed up the stairs.
    “What the hell did you do to him?” Eyce turned to watch the man leave and laughed. “He looks like he got clobbered over the head.”
    “Oh, Hex,” Echo said quietly, and Hex only then realized the man was awake again. “You didn’t do something stupid again, did you?”
    Smiling like an idiot, Hex crossed over to stand beside Fiero and dropped a kiss on Echo’s lips. “Not this time,