An Immortal's Song (Dante's Circle #6)(24)

Tristan stood up and set Amara on her feet. “I think you’re right.”

“And to think, I thought my life was boring,” Amara said.

Tristan cupped her face and kissed her softly. “You’ve never been boring.”

“You didn’t know me before.”

“I know you now, and I want to know you more.”

Seth cleared his throat and stood by their sides. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. They were all on the same page. Their lives had changed and things had gone to hell, but they were together. That part had to matter. Because if it didn’t…well, Tristan didn’t want to think about what would happen if it all fell apart.

He might be a fae with powers that were the highest order of his realm, but broken, he wouldn’t be able to face another century—not without Amara, without Seth. Not without his future.





Chapter Six


Seth watched Amara sleep, knowing she had to be exhausted. The change had taken its toll on her, and he knew all the news about bonds, fate, curses and her realm hadn’t helped. Only a couple of days had passed, and yet his world, their world had altered completely. Since he sat next to her on the bed, he brushed a long strand of hair away from her face and just stared at her.

He’d never thought to be so lucky as to have a mate like her, let alone another mate like Tristan. He didn’t know all of their secrets or how they liked their coffee or any other odd details like that, but he’d learn them. What mattered most was that the three of them were committed to each other and to finding a way to make the bond work. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d thought he would mate, but he’d take it as it was.

He didn’t want to think about what would happen when they reached the siren realm. The queen sounded like a piece of work, and he’d be damned if he’d force Amara to do something so against her nature in order for their bond to snap into place. Calypso hadn’t said anything about Amara being the one to end the queen’s life. She’d only said that the queen would need to break the curse on her own—or die—to have the curse fall apart.

Amara had only heard that the queen would have to die and had put that responsibility on herself. Seth—and he was sure Tristan, as well—would be damned if they broke Amara’s spirit in the process of breaking the curse.

A hand came down on his shoulder, and he looked up at Tristan. He hadn’t sensed the other man approach as he’d been so focused on Amara and their next steps.

Tristan lifted his chin toward the door, and Seth nodded. He quickly placed a kiss on Amara’s lips, though she didn’t stir, and stood up. Tristan leaned over and kissed her as well before taking Seth’s hand and leading him toward the door. They walked the hallway in silence, their fingers entwined, and Seth’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. He’d been alone with Tristan before, of course, but this was different. He could sense the anticipation in the air and his skin tingled as if the slightest touch would set him off. He took a deep breath as they made their way to one of the open pools in Calypso’s home and tried to calm himself. He, like the others, had a thousand things on his mind, and being with Tristan like he wanted shouldn’t have been at the forefront.

But it was.

He wanted the man at his side, wanted him against his body, wanted him in his mouth, in him.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Tristan said from his side. “You and Amara share that trait.”

Seth turned to his mate and tilted his head. He studied Tristan’s face, his gaze tracing the softness of his lips, the high cheekbones, the brightness of his eyes. Tristan hadn’t put on his glamour so his ears were pointed, his skin carrying that luminescence that spoke of age-old power.

“You think just as hard, Tristan,” Seth finally said, his voice low. “If not harder.”

Tristan cupped Seth’s face and leaned forward. “Then let’s not think at all for now. Amara is asleep, and we aren’t heading out of the mer realm for a little while. Let’s just be.” He kissed Seth then, his lips firm yet yielding.

Seth moaned into him before he wrapped his arms around Tristan’s waist. The long lines of their bodies melded together, their hard cocks pressed against one another. Tristan let out a throaty groan and deepened the kiss. His lover’s fingers tugged on Seth’s hair and pulled, the action forcing Seth’s head to the side. He rocked his cock into Tristan’s as the fae’s lips latched on to his neck, sucking and licking until they were both squirming against one another.

Tristan pulled back, his pupils wide and his breaths uneven. “I want you, Seth. I know your first time was with Amara and myself, and then you were with her once more, but will you be with me alone? Will you let me f*ck you?” He paused. “And you’re lucky we haven’t had time to dwell on the fact that you and Amara told me after the fact you were a virgin.”

Seth swallowed hard and nodded. “I want you, Tristan. I want you in me in every way, and I want to be in you.” He paused. “Unless that’s not something you like.”

Tristan traced his thumb along Seth’s cheekbone. “I like many things, but with you Seth, I like all the things. But first, I want your mouth on me. These lips?” He slid this thumb over Seth’s lips before sinking it into Seth’s mouth. Seth sucked, and Tristan groaned. “Yes, these lips. I want them wrapped around my cock like you’re wrapped around my thumb. You want that, Seth? You want me to f*ck your face while you suck my cock?”