“But we won’t know if we’re truly mates until we try,” Amara added, her voice soft. “And the only way to do that…”
“Is to make love,” Seth finished for them all. “Are you ready for that?” he asked them both.
She met his gaze then looked at Tristan with equal intensity. “I want us to be mates. And I can’t believe I’m saying this when we’re just getting to know one another in truth, but I want you both. In bed and out. And if getting into bed and having your hands on me and each other is a way to find out if we’re all mates, then I want to take that step. I don’t want it to break us, and it’s scary as hell to think it could if the bond doesn’t happen. Doing this so soon might be crazy in another context, but we aren’t other people. We’re us. And I want to take that step.”
“Are you ready?” Tristan asked, his voice serious.
Seth held his breath, waiting for her answer.
“We’ll never be ready for either outcome, but I know I’m ready to try,” Amara answered. “Is that good enough? Are you willing to risk it? Risk what might never happen?”
“I’ve been ready since I first saw you in Faith’s home,” Seth said quickly. “I’ve wanted to know you, wanted to know what makes you smile, what makes you sad. I want to know everything, and no matter what, I plan to find out. But you’re right, with the sense of unknowing surrounding us; it only hampers what could be. So, yes, I’m ready to make love to you.” He chuckled deeply. “Beyond ready, actually.”
“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.