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.
Before Seth could blink, Tristan had a gorgeous, naked Amara on her back on the edge of the bed, her thighs spread wide.
Amara played with her nipples as she looked down at them both. “Dear Lord, I am one lucky woman. Look at you two.” She licked her lips. “I want you both. Now. Can we do that? Can you take me and make me come? Because if you don’t hurry, I might just do it myself.” With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly slid her fingers down her belly and over her mound. When she flicked her clit ever so slightly, Seth had to hold the base of his dick so he didn’t come right then.
He was already a virgin—not that they knew that—he didn’t need to come early like an innocent.
Tristan stopped her hand and bit her inner thigh. “Bad, bad Amara. This is my pussy now. Mine and Seth’s. We’ll be the ones to make you come, darling.”
With that, Tristan lowered his head and licked her. When she called out their names, Seth moved to kneel beside Tristan, wanting a taste of his own. He still had one hand on the base of his dick, but he ran the other down Tristan’s back. The other man groaned and turned his head to capture Seth’s lips.
Seth growled at the honey on Tristan’s tongue. “She’s so fucking sweet, and I love her taste on you, but I want to taste her for myself.”
“Then do it,” Tristan growled. “Fuck her with your tongue and eat up that sweet pussy. Make her ours, Seth.”
Seth didn’t wait any longer; he lowered his head and gently bit down on her clit. Amara’s hand went to the back of his head and pressed him closer.
“Seth!” she called out, rocking her hips.
He licked her and nibbled on her outer lips before dipping his tongue inside. He moved over slightly as Tristan joined him. They both ate her out, savoring their feast as their tongues brushed against one another.
“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Amara panted. “Both of your heads between my thighs as you lick me and each other. I’m going to—” She didn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she bucked once more, coming hard on their faces.
Seth lapped at her, wanting her to get to the edge again. She was beautiful when she came, pink and so fucking soft. As her body began to come down, Tristan moved away and tugged slightly on Seth’s dick.
Seth grunted and kissed the other man. “Yeah?”
“Go up to the front of the bed make our girl feel loved,” Tristan ordered. He looked down at Amara. “I’m going to fuck you, darling, then Seth will. Both of us won’t be fully inside you at the same time for a while yet. You need to get used to us.”
She nodded, her eyes dark with lust. “Good idea. You’re both a little big for that right off the bat.”
Tristan slapped her thigh. “You say the nicest things. Now turn over on that stomach of yours. I’m going to fuck you from behind while you suck Seth off right to the point of coming. You want him to come in your pussy, don’t you?”
Amara pressed her thighs together and Seth once again had to squeeze the base of his cock. “Hell, Tristan. You’re a dirty talker.”
“You know it. Now do as I say, darling, and I’ll make you come again. And again.” He winked, and Seth moved to the front of the bed while Amara rolled on her stomach.
They positioned themselves as they wanted so each of them was on the bed, and when Amara propped herself up on her hands and knees and slid her mouth over Seth’s dick, he almost came again. Hell, if he weren’t careful, he’d blow with just the gentle touch she had.
He slid his hands through her hair and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “You okay, Amara?”
In answer, she hummed around his cock and took him deeper. Seth’s eyes crossed and he leaned forward to roll her nipples between his fingertips. When she groaned around his dick, he sucked in a breath and met Tristan’s eyes.
Tristan slowly worked his way in and out of Amara, his shoulders tense, but his motions reverent. The fae had his hands on her hips but moved them back and forth over her ass as he massaged her. The look of pure bliss on Tristan’s face once again made Seth almost lose it.
When Tristan moved one hand down and over Amara’s clit, Amara pulled back from Seth’s cock and raised herself so her back was to Tristan’s chest. Seth took her lips, kissing her for all he was worth, even as he worshiped her breasts. She came on Tristan’s cock and their fae soon followed.
While Amara still shook, Tristan moved Seth ever so slightly. Seth ended up on his back with Amara on top of h
im. Tristan knelt beside them, his mouth on Amara’s breasts and his fingers on her clit. Amara met Seth’s eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto Seth’s cock.
Seth gripped her hips and shook, his body aching for this, for her, for their fae, for everything. He’d never felt anything like her—so warm, so tight, so her. When she was fully seated, he swallowed hard and took one hand to tangle his fingers with hers. Tristan had his mouth and hands on them both while Amara began to move, her hand clasped with Seth’s.
She rolled her hips, riding him while never breaking eye contact. He licked his lips, moving his own hips up to meet hers with each roll. When it was all too much and his balls couldn’t tighten any more, Tristan seemed to understand and pinched her clit. Amara’s cunt tightened around his cock and she came hard, sending Seth over the edge.
He filled her up, his body shaking to the point he knew he’d be sore the next morning. Tristan took Amara’s lips, then Seth’s, before pulling Amara down so she could take Seth’s mouth.
Tristan ended up on his side with his arms wrapped around Seth and Amara, their breaths coming in pants.
Seth’s heart ached, his body spent, but his mind whirling.
The bond hadn’t snapped into place.
It hadn’t worked.
Tears slid over Amara’s cheeks and her body shook as she wept. Tristan held them both, silent but stoic. Seth couldn’t speak, couldn’t formulate the words for what this meant. Instead, he ran his hands over Amara’s back and promised himself that he wouldn’t let her leave them—bond or no.
When he finally opened his mouth to speak, Amara froze. Her body twisted one way then the other as she lifted her torso off him, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Tristan cursed and quickly sat up, bringing her into his arms. “She’s changing,” he bit out. “Fuck, I didn’t know it would hurt her this bad.”
Seth scrambled up and went to Amara’s other side, holding her close, rocking her body back and forth.
“What does this mean?” he asked Tristan, who looked worried as hell.
“I don’t know,” he gasped. “I just don’t fucking know.”
Amara’s body would only change to her paranormal half once she’d made love to her mate or mates. That’s how the lightning-struck worked. Yet the bond hadn’t come to be between the three of them.
It didn’t make any sense.
Seth couldn’t think about all of that yet. His mate, his Amara was in pain, and he couldn’t fix it. Instead, he did his best to hold her close and prayed her agony would end soon.
What happened once she woke? Well...that was something they would have to figure out. Because something had happened, and it wasn’t like the others.
When it came to the three of them, nothing seemed to be.
Chapter Four
Amara was dying. There was no other explanation for the fiery burn dancing along her skin and searing her down to her bones. She wanted to scream, but no matter what she did, no sound came out. It was like she was falling from a plane and moving too fast to let a shout escape.
Somehow, she could sense Tristan and Seth on either side of her, holding her close and whispering to her. However, they could be screaming at her for all she knew, she just couldn’t hear it. All she knew was that it hurt, and she wanted whatever was happening to be over.
She’d been through hell before, had her bones broken and her face bruised. She’d had countless cuts and abrasions scattered over her body thanks to hands and fists belonging to those far larger than her. And yet, the agony dwelling within her now, cascading outside her¸ was even worse.
Her fingers curled and she lowered her head as another wave of fire crashed into her. She sucked in a breath, praying it would be over soon. Dimly, she remembered her friends explaining the pain and agony that had come with changing into their paranormal halves once they’d completed the mating bond.
Only there hadn’t been a mating bond between her, Tristan, and Seth.
She’d cried for that in the short time the realization had taken to unfold, let the tears fall for a future that would never come to be.
And yet here she was, perhaps changing into something non-human altogether.
It didn’t make any sense.
As quickly as it had come, the pain went away. She fell in a heap of limbs, yet her men—her men, dear goddess—caught her in their arms. They ran their hands up and down her sides and arms, kissing her softly on her temple and shoulders, as if they couldn’t help but caress her. Her skin was so sensitive that their slight brushes felt so much deeper, so much more precise, but she wouldn’t take away their touch for the world.
She didn’t want to think about what that meant, or how she would deal once they spoke about their lack of bond.
“Amara,” Tristan said softly. He brushed her hair back from her face before cupping her cheek. “Talk to me, darling. Does it still hurt? What can we do?”
“I…” She coughed, and Tristan looked over her head at Seth.
“Hold her,” Tristan ordered before leaving her and Seth on the bed.
As Seth had already been holding her, he just brought her tightly to his chest and kissed her softly on the lips.
“You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered. “I think Tristan is getting you water.” He paused, and she looked up at him expectedly. “He doesn’t really tell us everything he’s doing as he’d doing it unless it’s in bed.”
She wanted to smile at that but she was too damned tired. “That’s true. And we’re going to have to fix that.” She coughed again, and Seth ran his hands over her.
“Don’t speak. Wait for Tristan to get you the water.”
Even as he spoke, she felt her energy bouncing back, this time with a resurgence she didn’t understand. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Yet she knew that wasn’t the case. She’d purposely not looked at her skin or anything having to do with herself. What had changed? Was she still the same Amara as before, or had she shifted into something paranormal? And if she had changed, what did that mean?
She lay in the arms of one of the men she wanted to be hers in truth, yet she was too afraid to hope that with the possibility of her changing, fate would actually provide for her. It hadn’t in the past, and she didn’t want to think it could happen now. Hope only brought pain and disappointment. It was something she’d been taught at an early age, and it would take more than the idea of magic and fate to change that.
Tristan returned quickly, still naked but with a glass of water in his hand. Later, she’d scold him for allowing anyone else to see him naked as there were others in the home. He was hers and Seth’s, only they got that right.
She gulped down the water and sighed once Tristan lifted it from her hands. “Thank you. I feel much better.” She frowned. “In fact, I feel even better than I did before everything happened.” She licked her lips. “What exactly happened?”
Tristan cupped her cheek even as Seth leaned closer. “You changed, Amara.”
Apprehension slid over her skin. “What…what am I?”
“You’re a siren, Amara.” Tristan paused. “A fucking beautiful siren.”
Images of mermaids and long-haired women luring sailors to their deaths filled her head and she frowned.
“There are sirens?”
Seth snorted. “Yeah, and you’re one of them. Sirens and the merpeople have a long history, so you being one kind of rocks.”
Amara’s head hurt. Instead of saying anything, she pulled away from both men and scrambled off the bed. They let her go but followed her to the mirror above the dresser. When she spotted her reflection, she paused.
“Dude.”
Not the most eloquent of phrases, but honestly, she didn’t know what else to say.
Because, dude.
Her skin glowed. Freaking glowed. And that wasn’t even the fantastical part. Lavender and scarlet floral and script tattoos covered her sides and hips, going up and under her breasts before circling back to her shoulders
and down her arms. The ink continued up the side of her neck and framed her face.
Her temples, the sides of her jaw, and up to part of her forehead with two branches coming out over her eyebrows and hairline also held the tattoos.
Normally, she’d have thought she looked, well, a little freaky, but for some reason, it felt…right.
Her eyes themselves hadn’t been enlarged, but the brown of her irises had turned lavender, the color taking up even more area than before, as if the whites of her eyes had lessened.
She for sure wouldn’t be able to walk down the street looking like this.
“Like with Nadie’s ink from being a succubus, the script and colors come from what lineage you carry in your veins,” Tristan said softly. His fingers trailed over her arm and she shivered. “I haven’t seen this script in…” He trailed off.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m not sure,” he answered. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “I need to go to the Court and see if what I’m thinking is right. Do you and Seth mind staying here for a bit?”
She blinked at his abruptness. “What do you mean? What are you going to ask, Tristan? What’s going on?”
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. Something’s pinging in the back of my head, like a memory I can’t quite reach. I’m nine hundred years old, and sometimes I don’t remember everything. Will you two wait here while I figure it out? I don’t want to mention it in case it’s nothing and I’m wrong, but I need to go.”
“You’re being vague and I’m not sure I like it,” Seth put in. “But, if you need to go, then go. Just make sure you come back because we have a whole hell of a lot to deal with when you do. Okay?” With that, he kissed Tristan hard then moved out of the way for Amara.
She folded her arms over her stomach, aware they were all still naked and they hadn’t talked about what they’d just done together, or what her changing meant in terms of the lack of bond between them. However, if Tristan felt this was important, she would have to trust him. Trust, in general, didn’t come easily to her, but she would try.
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