Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 16

  He and Lars smiled and gave her a nod. Cris wanted Tara to realize she was an equal partner in their relationship and he knew Lars felt the same way. Given the choice, Cris would rather stay home and cuddle up in front of a fire. Going to visit the Roberts family would help fill the hours until they could tuck Zack into bed. Also, it would give Tara a chance to meet Lulu’s parents.

  “All right, sounds like fun. I need to call my cousin first and tell him I’ve found where I’m meant to be.” She rubbed her forehead. “I’m going to need to find a job, too.”

  “You are welcome to, but take your time.” Lars pressed a kiss to her temple, too. “There are advantages to being around as long as we’ve been. You’ve spent years worrying about taking care of yourself and Zack. Let Cris and I take care of you for a while. We don’t want you to feel rushed to make any decisions. This is your chance to look at all your options and do something you never thought you could.”

  * * * *

  “I never would have imagined there was so many of you.” Tara sat sideways in the front seat, facing Lars who was driving. She looked back at Cris, who sat in the back with Zack curled up in his arms. Cris had watched Lulu dozing in her father’s arms as they were leaving and he didn’t doubt she was fast asleep by now as well. Zack had fallen asleep moments after they pulled out of the driveway.

  Zack and Lulu hadn’t stopped from the moment they arrived at the house. Even with the age difference between them it didn’t seem to matter. She’d taken Zack under her wing and showed him all the secrets in her house and the surrounding forest. By dinnertime the two of them were running on pure adrenaline and chocolate milk.

  “Do you mean so many shifters?” Cris asked her. When they spoke with Gordon and his wives, Ann and Helen, over dinner, he thought she’d accepted the truth very well. He met Lars’s gaze in the rearview mirror, but the big guy didn’t look overly concerned.

  “Yes, I was trying to wrap my head around the idea of there being two of you. Now, I find out that almost the entire population of this town can change as well.” She shook her head. “I’d never believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

  “Tara, is this something you can handle?” He glanced down at Zack. His son was going to grow up and be able to shift one day. Tara hadn’t turned her back on her son before. He couldn’t believe that she would now.

  “I don’t think I have a choice. The three men I can’t live without have this ability.” A small smile curled her lips as she looked from Lars to him. “I feel a little left out to be honest.”

  Lars lifted her hand and gave it a kiss. “We’d be lost without you, too, min blomst.”

  “Ann told me that Zack’s motor skills will improve exponentially now that he is surrounded by other shape-shifters.” Cris could easily see how that fact eased a large weight from her shoulders. She’d been so concerned about Zack.

  “She’s right. His primal side couldn’t sense others like him so it stayed undeveloped, but that presented itself in other ways. It’s an instinctual protection for the human side, but there are side effects.”

  “Is he getting too heavy for you?” Tara reached back and rubbed the part of Cris’s leg she could reach. He noticed many times during the night, she reached out to either him or Lars as if she was grounding herself.

  “Baby, I could hold him for eternity and not get tired. I’m looking forward to holding you shortly after we get home.”

  Even in the dark he could see the flush to her cheeks. “Good, because I’m looking forward to being held.” She slid across the bench seat and Lars lifted his arm so she could tuck in underneath him. Lars met Cris’s gaze in the review mirror. There was a peace in Lars’s expression Cris hadn’t seen before and he was thrilled they had found their anchor in life.

  Each of them had started floating through life without any real focus. Sure, he had the radio station and Lars had the motorcycle shop, but now they had meaning and family and a bond.

  When they reached the house, Cris carried Zack in with Lars and Tara behind them. Cris turned and watched as Lars scooped Tara up into his arms. Cris knew Lars lived for traditions so he wasn’t surprised to see him insisting on carrying her over the threshold. Tara covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sounds of her laughing.

  “Lars, I can walk. This is silly.”

  “Traditions are meant to be followed,” he replied and carried her in, placing her on the ground in front of Cris before going back to quietly shut the door. Despite her protests, Tara grinned and watched Lars’s ass as he stepped away.

  Ann, Helen, and Tara had a great visit together, and the three of them managed to polish off a couple bottles of wine. Cris was semirelieved since he wanted Tara completely relaxed for tonight, but not intoxicated.

  “I’m going to tuck Zack into the spare room.”

  Tara pressed a kiss against Zack’s forehead. “I knew he was exhausted, but he’s really out cold.”

  “I’m not surprised. I don’t think he or Lulu stopped running all evening.”

  “I should go get our suitcases out of the car. His jammies are in it.”

  Lars came up behind Tara and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about that. Zack can sleep in his T-shirt and underwear and we’ll sort the rest out tomorrow.”

  “You two go on ahead,” Cris said. “I’ll tuck Zack in and be there in a bit.”

  Lars bent and gave Zack a kiss on the top of his head before he took Tara’s hand. Cris carried Zack down the hall to the spare room. The bed was big and comfortable. Cris had crashed on it a few times.

  He held Zack with one arm while pulling back the covers and then carefully laid his son down. He quickly removed his shoes and pants and his sweater and then tucked him under the covers before he got cold.

  Zack rolled on his side and curled up, pulling the comforter up to his chin. He blinked sleepily up at Cris and smiled. Cris felt his heart turn completely to mush. “Hey, I was trying not to wake you up.”

  “Th’oky.” Zack yawned as big as a wolf pup. “I like Lulu. I’m gonna marry her when I’m big.”

  “You are, huh?” Cris brushed some of the hair out of his son’s face. My son.

  “Yeah, thee thaid tho.”

  “I’m going to leave a light on for you in case you wake up and forget where you are. There is a TV in the corner and the remote is on the end table if you want to watch cartoons in the morning and we aren’t up yet.”

  “Can I come and get my mom?”

  “Sure you can, but knock on our door first before you come in.”

  Zack nodded as his eyes drifted shut again. “Night, Dad.”

  “Good night, Zack.” Cris kissed his temple. “Sweet dreams.”

  Cris sat on the edge of the bed and waited until Zack’s breathing evened out and he slipped back into a deep sleep. Zack was an amazing boy and he’d been blessed with an incredible mom. Cris hoped he would be able to be a good dad, but with Lars by his side he wasn’t as afraid as if he had to do it on his own.

  Satisfied Zack was out for the rest of the night, Cris slipped from the room and quietly closed the door. He headed first to the kitchen for a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. This was a special night for the three of them and he wanted to make certain Tara felt cherished.

  * * * *

  Tara watched as Cris headed down the hall with Zack. She wasn’t worried about Zack, other than normal concerns he might wake up in a strange house and be afraid in the middle of the night. Lars wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her other arm. “Zack might wake up when Cris settles him, but he’ll be out for the night. Too much excitement in the past few days has caught up with him.”

  “I’m surprised it hasn’t caught up with me, too.” Except she felt like she was vibrating with excitement, looking forward to what was going to happen that night.

  “You’ll sleep as soundly as him later.”

  Lars’s comment made her cheeks heat again. She lifted her hands and pr
essed them to her cheeks. “I wonder if I’ll ever stop blushing around you two.”

  “I hope not.” He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against it as he led her into a room at the end of the hall.

  The first view of Lars’s bedroom had her thinking it was very masculine and she’d never seen a bed as big as that before.

  “I’d hoped one day I would share a Mate with Cris,” he commented as if he could read her mind.

  “Do I want to know how many women have tried to land you two in here?” Tara didn’t know what little demon made her speak out loud, but she imagined the wine she had earlier helped free him.

  Lars stopped and pressed the edge of his finger under her chin so she would look up at him. “No one, Tara.” He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “I’m not going to lie and say we haven’t shared a woman before, but there has never been a woman in this bed before you.”

  “Tradition?” Tara was more thrilled than she had a right to be.

  Lars grinned down at her. “Traditions are important.”

  “Why?” Tara grew up surrounded by rigid traditions designed to keep her family and everyone in town locked in a narrow-minded prison. She wanted to live life as it happened, but as Zack got older she’d felt bad for not creating some new traditions with him.

  “Because they help us focus on what is important.” Lars scooped her up into his arms. “Carrying you into our home is important. Cris carried our son in and I know he will never forget that moment.”

  Tara felt a burn of tears at Lars’s easy use of the word “our” when speaking about Zack. “You really could accept him as your son, too?”

  Lars frowned at her slightly for asking the question but not in anger. “I was married a long time ago and she had children of her own already.”

  “And you accepted them as your children.”

  “Yes, but they didn’t want me as a father. It was a different time. Beatrice married me for security and offered herself to me because it was expected.” He sighed and Tara could see the sadness in his eyes. “She often reminded them of the fact I wasn’t their father and it created a chasm between us I couldn’t bridge.”

  Tara couldn’t imagine why Beatrice would do such a thing. Lars was a strong man who had such massive ability to love. What kind of bitch would act that way toward a man who cared for her?

  “Don’t get angry, min blomst. Recently, I was given her journal and reading it gave me a lot of insight into her motivations. She knew I was Blavet and over time must have come to the conclusion I was going to outlive them all. By keeping an emotional distance between them and me she hoped to lessen my pain when they died.”

  “Did it?”

  “No, she left me to live with one of her children when she got older. I wanted to follow her, but she insisted on going on her own.”

  “You loved her.”

  “Yes, I did but what I felt for Beatrice is nothing in comparison to how I feel about you.” He tugged his shirt off his chest and lifted her hand so it laid over the mark on his chest. “She was not the missing part of my heart. The gods did not mark me in her presence.”

  Tara traced the double x’s on his chest in awe. She remembered what he told her by the roadside. She felt the same way because if he passed away without her she’d be devastated. A sudden sickening thought hit her. “What about Cris?”

  “We’re a Mated trio. We’ll never be alone. We’ll live together and when the time comes we will all pass to the other side together.”

  His simple words gave her some relief. The idea of leaving Cris behind alone made her heart ache.

  “Cris’s kind is notoriously long lived among shifters so I’m not worried about our time being limited.”

  As he spoke, Lars moved her onto the bed, pulling her top over her head but only halfway off, trapping her arms above her. Her shirt covered her face, blinding her to his movements. She felt him undo her bra and lift it up into the tangle over her head. Tara laughed and tried to wiggle to get her shirt all the way off. “Hey, I’m stuck here.”

  She felt Lars’s lip trace a path over one breast. His tongue dipped into her cleavage. “I see.” His breath fanned warm over her skin as he gripped her waist, moving her on the bed with a jerk. She squeaked and then laughed at her own surprised reaction.

  “That was a mature sound.”

  “I like every sound you make.” Lars pressed kisses against her rib cage and along her stomach. His hands manipulated the button and zipper and then eased her pants down, taking her panties with him. He pressed a hot kiss to her hip bone and then to the sensitive part of her leg where her leg met her hip.

  “If you plan on doing what I think you’re going to do, then I’m not going to last long.”

  Lars stripped her pants off her legs and Tara was hyperaware of how she must look at this moment. Naked from the waist down, legs hanging off the end of the bed with her shirt over her face, she would bet she looked hilarious. At least she had taken the time to shave herself this morning, and in anticipation of one of them seeing, she’d shaved everything but a small triangle of hair over her pussy.

  There was nothing but silence for a moment and she worried perhaps she looked really bad. All she heard from Lars was some low muttering in what sounded like Danish and then he pinned her to the bed by her hips. “So smooth.” His voice sounded almost reverent as she felt his finger trace the triangle shape.

  “Help me get my shirt off at least.” She wiggled again and tried to twist her arms to tug on the hem of her shirt. Lars nuzzled the sensitive lips of her pussy and she froze. Her bare skin was a hundred times more sensitive. His hot breath warmed her skin, making her nerve endings spark to life. She moaned and arched her hips toward his mouth.

  “That is one of my favourite sounds from you.” His tongue darted out and traced the seam of her pussy and she could feel her body growing embarrassingly wet. A finger pressed close to her entrance and swirled around in the copious amounts of cream gathered there.

  Tara shivered and lifted one leg so it hooked over his shoulder. Pressing her heel against his spine, she urged him on, but Lars was in no hurry. The longer he teased her lips with light flicks of his tongue, the more sensitive she became. Every time she thought she was about to fall apart, he would back off of that spot and focus his attentions elsewhere. She twisted on the bed and tried to force him to apply more pressure. “Lars, please.”

  Lars captured her other leg and guided it to his other shoulder, giving Tara the balance she needed to really arch up into his face, demanding relief he refused to give her. He continued to nibble and tease her skin, sucking on her clit for a moment before circling her entrance with his tongue.

  Warm hands wrapped over her breasts, cupping her and playing with her stiff nipples. Each soft pinch lit a thousand nerve endings but continued to keep her on the knife edge of orgasm.

  “Baby, do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?” Cris spoke the words next to her ear. She hadn’t heard him enter the room and assumed the fingers playing with her nipples had been Lars’s.

  Lars pressed two fingers into her pussy. The combined shock of being watched and fingered at the same time turned into an inferno in her body.

  “I bet you want him to slide his cock into you right now, don’t you?”

  “Yes, god yes. But I want to see, too.”

  She sensed the movement before she felt her shirt being tugged the rest of the way off her head. She blinked in the soft light surrounding them.

  Cris moved into her view as he pulled his shirt off and then smiled down at her. He kissed her and then sat back as Lars continued to press his fingers into her pussy. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Cris watched what they were doing and Tara watched as his cock twitched and bounced at the sight. She looked up at Lars, but he, too, was watching as he played with her pussy. He glanced up and winked at her before withdrawing his fingers.

  “No, I was so close.”

  La
rs cupped her ass and lifted her hips up. His cock slipped along her pussy, coating him with cream before he pressed the blunt head against her entrance.

  Cris reached over beside him and held up a new box of condoms. “We don’t carry diseases and we all know you’ve only been with the two of us. But until you are certain you want to have another child, we’ll keep using these. Lars and I talked about it and we’re ready to start a family when you are.”

  “I appreciate you thinking about my feelings like that.” She held out her hand for the box. When Cris passed it to her, she tossed it over on a night table. “Why don’t we let Fate dictate this one?”

  Both Lars and Cris broke out into excited smiles. Tara thought they looked like two boys getting ready to open their present. Just as quickly their expressions darkened with passion and they focused on her.

  “I want you to suck my cock, Tara. You have the most expressive face and body.” Cris pressed a hard kiss against her lips. “I almost came watching you writhe about when Lars was eating your bare little cunt. I can’t wait to run my tongue along all your silky skin.”

  The profane word sent another thrill through her. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she led him to her lips. Snaking her tongue around the crown caused Cris to growl low in his chest. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked as she stroked his length with her hand.

  Lars pushed further inside of her, rocking against her pussy, delving into her soaked channel. The deeper he went, the more powerful his thrusts became. The steady rhythm made her heart pound and her pussy drip.

  She pulled off Cris’s cock to gasp for breath before sucking hard on his length. Cris groaned and braced one hand on the bed over her head. With his free hand he reached out and wrapped his fingers around one breast. He tweaked her nipple, creating flashes of heat to bolt down to her pussy.

  “Oh god,” Tara mumbled around the cock filling her mouth. Cris groaned. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, making a path along his neck.

  “Don’t talk, Tara. You’ll make me come listening to all those sexy noises you are making.”