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

“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 him. 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.

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