An Immortal's Song (Dante's Circle #6)(19)

And if she lived in the moment, she could maybe find the happiness that had been denied her for so long.

Instead of saying any of that, she leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. When he moaned, massaging her ass with his large hands, she pressed her body more firmly into his.

His hands slid under the hem of the shirt and he cupped her more firmly, his fingers playing in the crease of her ass. When they dipped near her center, she spread her legs, wanting him to touch her deeper. Seth kept his lips on hers, possessively kissing her even as he slid his fingers in and out of her, running the pad of his middle finger over her clit with each pass.

When he curled them and hit her in that magical spot inside, she gasped, throwing her head back. Seth latched on to her neck instead, the sensation of his lips on her ink sending bolts of electric heat over her skin. He continued to f*ck her with his fingers, first two, then three, before going for four. She had one leg over his hip, and he sped up, the sound of their panting and his fingers moving through her wetness echoing in the room. When he moved even harder, she sucked in a breath, her back bowing. She came with a shout and her body clenched around him.

Before she could fully come down from her high, Seth had her on her back on the bed and her shirt off. He’d also shucked his pants as he hovered over her. He crushed his mouth to hers then thrust into her in one hard stroke.

They both froze as soon as he was fully seated, their bodies shaking as she stretched to accommodate him.

“Fuck me,” she panted. “Make me yours.”

Seth licked his lips, his shoulders straining as he held himself back. “I’ve never tried this position you know.”

She grinned and pulled one leg high so it rested on his shoulder. The other she wrapped around his waist. The position forced him to go deeper and they both gasped.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she said on a sigh. “I’ll take care of you. Now f*ck me.”

She cupped her breasts and he moved.

He thrust in and out of her with a vigor that nearly sent her over the edge once again. It took a minute for him to find his rhythm, but when he did, she had to cling to his shoulder with one hand so she could stay firmly in the middle of the bed. Her hips lifted, meeting him thrust for thrust, even as he latched on to one nipple with his mouth. He laved at her then went to the other one, never once pausing his motions.

Once he lifted his head, she met his gaze and licked her lips. He kissed her then, even as he slid one hand between them. The action forced her leg on his shoulder to tighten as he leaned on that arm, but it only made her want to come. His fingers slid over her clit, already wet from her arousal. With that one touch, she shattered, her * squeezing him like a vice. He soon followed, filling her up so hard she could feel the hot seed deep within her.

He shouted her name even as she did the same with his. He kept moving, though, his body never quitting. She thought she’d pass out from the way her body had already climaxed, but, apparently, they weren’t through.

He lowered her legs so she was fully flat on her back and he rocked himself in and out of her, in and out. He met her gaze, one arm keeping him steady above her, the other moving to graze her body, then cup her face.

“Come again, Amara. Come for me.”

She’d never thought Seth would ask that of her and expect her to do so, but just his sexy voice and the way he felt deep within her made her come again. This time not quite as hard, but rather soft and slowly. The ache slid over her body like a wave, tingling through her nipples and over her neck.

Lazily, she wrapped one arm around him and cupped his cheek with her free hand. “Mine,” she whimpered, not knowing why she would say that right then.

“Yours, my sweetling. Yours forever.” He kissed her, this time slow and wanting. “As you’re mine.”

When he pulled away, tears slid down her cheeks, and he kissed them one by one until she found herself weeping in his arms, both of them on their sides as she tried to understand why fate had decreed him and Tristan hers yet wouldn’t allow her to have what came with it.

Seth kissed her temple and held her close. “Sleep, Amara. We’ll bond, my siren. I promise.”

She wanted to believe him, wanted to know it was true. She let herself drift off, and when the bed dipped slightly and the spicy scent of Tristan filled her senses, she let herself sleep fully in the arms of her men.

Amara would never let them go, even if there weren’t a bond. That was what she vowed to herself right then. She’d fight for this, fight for them. They were worth it. And with the way they looked at her, she was just starting to figure out that she was worth it, as well.





Chapter Five


Tristan held a sleeping Amara in his arms and met Seth’s gaze. It seemed he’d missed a few things, but he knew that they needed time as a couple as he and Amara would. As he and Seth would.

He let out a breath and sank deeper into the pillow.

“You okay?” Seth mouthed, and Tristan nodded slightly.

He looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms and back up at the merman who already held a part of his heart. “Later,” he mouthed back.

As soon as Seth closed his eyes, Tristan did the same and fell asleep, despite the events of the day. Trepidation skittered over his skin as well as uneasiness as to what he’d discovered at Court, but he would talk about it with the others in the morning.