Page 40 of Dark Master's Redemption

I feel something shift then, as Quinn apologizes to Lucca and me. As if apologizing and baring his heart just cleared whatever had been churning inside our trio, I feel energy return to us now as we sit together in the tub.

The Music chimes once more between us all as Quinn smoothes his hand down my neck now, and Lucca’s. As the beautiful sound fills the air, I feel us revel in the fact that we are still alive and hale in all the tumult we’ve experienced, rather than focus on the rising Music and what it could mean for our lives.

The bath water is cooling, our breakfast forgotten nearby; but our energy is scorching inside the tub as we ignore what the Music’s doing completely, and just focus on each other.

Quinn gives us a hot look now, reaching up to take silk robes down from a wrought-iron rack beside the tub, as we all step out. I feel his thought—that it’s time to revel in each other and forget dire things until later.

We make it to the large four poster bed in the central room of the suite, but only just. As Quinn lays me down upon the bed in my silk robe, Lucca sliding onto the bed beside us with a lithe energy like a tiger, I feel how we’re finally whole again.

With Quinn returned to us, and the Music rising between us now with no hesitation any longer, or bloodshed, or even a single thought as to what it’s doing, I feel a deep rightness in our trio. Even though we’ve lost so very much, bliss moves between us all now as Quinn crawls over me and we kiss.

He moves his head aside to kiss Lucca now; then Lucca slips his lips past Quinn’s, kissing me. We’re all together, safe, despite how much has happened recently and how our hearts are aching for our people.

That pain colors our tender intimacy now as we take our time, though there’s a strong temptation to go fast. Like he usually does, Quinn takes the reins of our lovemaking, keeping things slow and intense, even when they at last become urgent.

I’m throbbing now, wet, as everything inside me aches for them. They feel it, as Quinn pulls back and gazes deep into my eyes with his onyx irises ablaze, Lucca pulling close and stroking my neck with his fingertips.

We’ve got nothing left but each other; nothing left but our skins and our love and our hearts, singing through this moment as the Music flows between us. It hasn’t hit any kind of pinnacle to do anything, or to write another Ascendant Sigil in the air. It’s just there, sweetly singing ephemeral harmonies as we touch each other now, gliding our hands over each other’s wet skin and beneath robes.

As we slide our silk off, everything is shed to the bed. We’re all deliciously naked now as our bodies move against each other, and intertwine.

I’ve got a leg up over Quinn’s hip as he lays down upon me, my back to the bed, while Lucca has twined one leg up over both of ours as he pulls close on his side and kisses us both. Hands glide over bodies everywhere; someone has slid a hand in my hip crease and down, their fingers delving sweetly inside me now as Quinn moves to the side so I can open my legs, and arch, and stretch.

I know it’s Lucca who’s touching me, as his cunning, long fingers dive in and out, spreading out my wetness over everything as he circles my nether lips and gently rubs my clit, then dives in again. I gasp, arching as he does it, though I’m trapped to the bed by Quinn. He uses his strength now, pinning my arms above my head and eating his decadent kisses into my lips with just the barest touch of fang.

Exciting me, and making my heart beat hard as he licks his tongue over my lips and Lucca plays me down below.

“Everything I have…” Quinn says as he breathes at my lips. He moves atop me in a slow rhythm, grinding Lucca’s fingers and hand deeper into me as they both move with me now, rolling our hips like we’re fucking. “I would give everything I have for just one more day of this; of being together, the three of us, like we are right now.”

“You don’t have to give anything, Quinn,” Lucca says as he delves his fingers deep inside me, matching the strong, undulating rhythm of Quinn’s hips. “You just have to be you, baring your deepest feelings and finding your true heart as Ariana and I do the same. Being here with us, not hiding who you really are… not anymore.”

“Lucca’s right,” I say against Quinn’s lips as he sets his forehead against mine. Lucca sits up, seizing Quinn’s neck with his free hand and stroking Quinn with his fingers, making a small sigh escape Quinn’s lips. “The Music rose and created that Ascendant Sigil between all of us when you bared your innermost truth to us just now. You didn’t hold back, either your dark side or your light… and the Music responded, resonating with your truest heart.”

“Ever wise, beyond your years…” Quinn sighs against my lips, before kissing me again, long and slow. He sucks my lower lip with a brush of fang now. Slipping his fingers out of me, Lucca gives me one last parting rub before moving his hand in and up to Quinn. Quinn gives a short exhalation as Lucca grips him—and then I feel Lucca begin to work Quinn with the same expert skill he afforded me.

Decadently accomplished with his hands, whether he’s with a woman or a man.

“What are you doing to me, Lucca Bellari?” Quinn asks as he moves atop me in a different rhythm now, more forceful with pleasure, as he responds to Lucca’s grip.

“I’m going to make you come.” Lucca scoots in closer to get a better angle. He holds Quinn by the nape of his neck, working him harder now. “I’m going to make you lose that incredible restraint of yours and blaze for me, Valerio, like you did of old. You’re going to love it, and I’m going to be the Master. And make you sing with that beautiful, diabolical Music you can create… and love it to the ends of the Earth and back.”

“My prince.” Quinn’s smile is wry, but there’s no ire in it as he breathes harder. Feeling how hot it makes everything ramp up between us now, I scooch out from beneath Quinn as Lucca uses his hands to pull our dark Master into his lap by the throat and by the cock.

Quinn goes without protest, a dark smile of enjoyment on his face. Because Lucca’s suddenly changed the game and Quinn likes it very much, as he gets to be the receiver and not the doer.

And just enjoy this—with two people he actually trusts.

I feel that trust pour through Quinn now as I move in before him, cradling one hand around his balls as Lucca strokes his cock. Quinn is long and hard, like iron-wrapped silk where he juts up pale and perfect from a well-trimmed curling of dark hair below. Nuzzling his nose, I give him a slow kiss… then go down, laying out flat on the bed on my belly now as I move into position.

Quinn gets what I’m doing; as Lucca holds him by the throat and works him, Quinn opens his legs wide so I can get in. I move forward until my nose meets my hand, still cradling and gently rubbing his balls.

Then Lucca grips him hard, as I lick—and Quinn shudders to the core of his being.

The Music rages around us, as Quinn loses all his hard-won control to what Lucca and I are doing. I hear a gasp escape him, like somebody just punched him in the gut, but in the best way, as I lick him again.

Quinn shudders, deep into his fundament, as I swirl my tongue over his balls now, licking everything in a slow, languid delight. He’s trembling, shaking like he has a palsy as he reaches down, caressing my hair, though I can feel what he really wants to do is trap my head to him.

And make me lick and lick until my tongue is raw from it.

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