An Immortal's Song (Dante's Circle #6)(13)

“And with that, I say we go upstairs where I have a very large bed. We can continue this conversation there.” Tristan lowered his voice. “In detail.”

Seth licked his lips and held back another moan. He wanted Tristan to lower his voice like that again, this time when the other man was either inside Amara or himself. He followed them both through the long hallway and up the giant staircase. One day soon he’d ask for a tour, but first, he wanted to know them both. In every way. If they didn’t take this step and find out if the bond would form with the three of them making love, then he knew they’d never be able to move on.

When he’d left his home that morning, he’d never have thought this would be where he’d end up, but he wouldn’t—couldn’t—let it slip through his fingers. Instead, he’d take it as it came and learn everything he could about Amara and Tristan along the way.

They reached the bedroom, and he could practically feel the nerves radiating from Amara’s skin. She had her lips pressed together so tightly, he was afraid she’d cut them with her teeth. It seemed the walk from the sitting room to Tristan’s large bedroom had put doubt in her mind.

“We can wait,” Seth said softly, though he hadn’t wanted to say it at all. “If you’re not ready, we can just talk.”

Amara shook her head then took a deep breath. “I’m fine, really. It’s just seeing that monster of a bed in the center of the room like that with the draperies and things; it kind of made it all real, you know?”

Seth grinned despite himself. “It is a pretty big bed.”

“Enough room for the three of us,” Tristan added. He came closer to them both, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Seth licked his lips at the tantalizing flashes of skin revealed as Tristan’s nimble fingers worked. “I want to taste you, Amara.”

She tipped her chin up, and Tristan lowered his head, kissing her softly. While they slowly moved toward one another, their hands roaming along each other’s torsos, Seth stripped off his shirt, wanting skin-to-skin contact as soon as possible. He moved toward the two, coming up to Amara’s back. She gasped into Tristan’s mouth as Seth slid his hands over her hips, brushing his fingers along Tristan’s.

Tristan pulled back and took her chin in his fingers before turning her head slightly. “Kiss him, darling. Let him taste you, as well.”

Seth lowered his mouth as soon as Tristan had begun to speak, desperately hungry for her. Her tongue tangled with his as she relaxed, her back relaxing against his front. His cock rested against her ass, and he slowly tilted his hips back and forth, the friction almost his undoing.

Amara tasted of sweetness and Tristan. He couldn’t wait to see how she tasted everywhere.

When he pulled away, Tristan tugged on her hair and took her mouth again. It seemed Tristan wanted to be the one to direct them. While Seth would normally be okay with that, he also wanted to make sure Tristan got his pleasure, as well. The three of them would have to ensure they always looked out for the other two in desire, need, and communication.

“Can we taste you, as well?” Seth asked Tristan, his voice husky. Tristan raised a brow as Amara’s hands slid to his belt buckle.

“I like Seth’s idea,” she purred. “First one to make him pop wins?” she said over her shoulder, and Seth grinned.

“Don’t dare me, sweetling.” With that, he dropped to his knees in front of Tristan, and Amara joined him.

Tristan let out a groan. “I thought we’d make Amara come first.” He might have said the words, but he didn’t push them away when they pulled his pants down and had his dick in their joined hands.

Seth pumped Tristan once, loving the way Tristan groaned again. The other man was thicker than Seth but not quite as long. He couldn’t wait to feel this inside him and watch the way Amara writhed while filled with both.

“You can make me come, too,” Amara said as she ran her small hand over Tristan’s length. “You can make me come multiple times in fact. But first, I want you in my mouth.”

Seth couldn’t help but agree and watched as Amara took Tristan’s cock into her mouth, her lips wide. She bobbed her head, humming slightly. The other man groaned loudly once more and tangled one hand in her hair while finally removing his shirt with the other.

“Seth,” Tristan bit out, the muscles in his neck strained. “Our girl is wearing far too many clothes.”

“I totally agree.” With that, Seth pulled Amara back and stripped off her shirt and bra quickly. So quickly that she just blinked at him.

“Impressive,” she said with a grin.

“No, Amara, you’re the impressive one,” Seth breathed. “Fuck, your nipples are pink and perfect. I can’t wait to get them in my mouth and see what happens when I suck on them for hours. Will they turn red like cherries? Will you come by my tongue on your breasts alone?”

Amara rubbed her thighs together and moaned.

“Fuck this,” Tristan said and pulled away before he stripped off his shoes and pants. “I need to taste you, Amara. All of you. You can suck my dick later.” He said the latter to both of them before pressing a hard kiss to Seth’s lips. “Take off your pants.”

Seth wasn’t sure if the fae was talking to him or Amara, but he stripped completely anyway. His dick ached something fierce and bounced on his stomach, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.