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

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.”

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