An Immortal's Song (Dante's Circle #6)(30)

She lifted up on her toes and kissed his lips since he had leaned down so she could reach. “Being with you makes me stronger. Same as with Seth. We’re great on our own, but we aren’t whole. I know fate made the choice for us, but I’d have taken you and Seth as my own even without that.” She paused. “I wanted the both of you, I love the both of you, even if I don’t feel the tug, don’t feel the bond. That means something to me, Tristan.”

He cupped her face. “It means something to me, as well. Now let me make love to you, little siren. Let me feel you beneath me as I fill you up.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They stripped one another slowly, taking their time to enjoy the touches, the feel of one another. Soon he was above her, his cock sliding between her folds as he teased her. She arched up into him and he took her nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were glorious, overfilling his hands and making him want to f*ck them. Later, he promised himself. There would be time for that and more later.

When their eyes met, he slid deep inside her, their breaths syncing as he slowly pumped in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper.

“Fuck the bond,” he growled as he f*cked her. “Fuck it. I have you. I have him. I don’t need the bond, Amara. I just need both of you. You’re more important than that.” With each sentence, he thrust into her, harder and harder until they both cascaded over the edge.

She cupped his face as she came, her mouth parted. When she took a deep breath, her * clenched around him. “I want the bond. I want to show you what I feel. But if what happens next with the queen doesn’t allow the bond to happen, I won’t leave. I am yours as you are mine. Forever, Tristan. Okay? Forever.”

He crushed his mouth to hers and pumped into her again, his cock already hard once more. His heart broke at the lack of bond, but he knew he’d heal. He’d do anything for Seth and Amara, even break himself and his future to ensure the two of them could bond. They were more important than he was. If he could find a way to keep them as one, he would. If he could make it so the three of them were one, even better.

No matter what, these two were his. But he’d be damned if he’d allow a curse that occurred before Amara’s birth to take the rest of what should be his.

They would fix it. He vowed it, his powers sliding over his skin as he made love to his mate. The bond would come, but if it didn’t, then f*ck it. Amara and Seth were his.

And that was all that mattered.





Chapter Eight


Amara stood at the edge of the castle grounds and tried not to let the rapid beat of her heart scare the shit out of her. This felt like a dream, yet she knew it wasn’t. Everything she’d thought she knew before this day had crashed around her, and now here she stood, in front of the siren queen’s castle, standing between her two men and praying she wouldn’t lose either of them in the fallout.

She let out a breath, rolled her shoulders, and then reached out for both men’s hands. “Let’s do this.”

Tristan looked down at her, his face solemn. “We won’t let her hurt you.”

Seth nudged her. “Hopefully, she’ll just break the curse and we can go home and have cake. How does that sound?”

She smiled despite herself. These two were so different, yet so adorably hers. But in order to make that permanent in truth, she needed to deal with one thing first.

The queen.

“Cake sounds perfect,” she said after a moment. “Let’s just hope for cake.”

They each squeezed her hand, and she froze as the large doors in front of her opened without them knocking. Well, that made sense, as they had been just standing there for a bit trying to prepare themselves. There was no way they had gone unseen since then. She was just happy that she’d had the little time she had.

Tristan went first, and she followed with Seth close behind her. They might be one unit, but Tristan had far more experience in courts and the like. The large stone building had ivy running along the outside and vines with roses and other deep red flowers on the inside. The beauty of it would have awed her, if she hadn’t known the person in charge had killed Amara’s entire line before she’d even been born.

If Amara hadn’t been struck by lightning, the queen never would have noticed her. But if she hadn’t been changed, hadn’t been altered in some fundamental way, she never would have met Tristan and Seth. And they were worth far more than what the queen had to offer.

The queen only held death and banishment and Amara knew there would be no future there for her.

Ahead of them sat a throne that rivaled any royalty’s she’d seen in movies. A tall woman with long, raven hair wrapped in an ornate ponytail that slid over her shoulder sat in the chair. Her green eyes weren’t a normal color, but rather a bright shade that seemed to light from within. She had strong cheekbones and pale, pale skin. If anything, she looked like a true Evil Queen. And that only worried Amara more than she already was.

“I cannot believe you have the audacity to walk through my doors as you have,” the queen crooned. Her voice was a deep, throaty purr, and it scared the hell out of Amara.

“Queen,” Tristan said deeply. “We are here—”

“I know why you are here,” she cut him off and stood. Her long dress draped around her, showing off her curves. “You’re lucky you’re a Conclave member or I’d sing you to your death, fae.”