Free Leaf, Erin M. - Tango Trio [Dream Marked 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Erin M. Leaf

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    “Oh, baby, if you keep saying such sweet things to me, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Parker grinned, the banter lighting up his face. Tessa broke down and smiled. He was absurd. She knew he didn’t have an arrogant bone in his body, and when he tried to pretend, it was guaranteed to make her laugh.
    Jared watched the two of them lob verbal darts at each other, an indulgent smile on his face as he finished eating. “I don’t think you’ll be fainting anymore, Tessa.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “What makes you say that?”
    “I think the bonding is complete. I can feel you inside me, part of me. Completely. I know it’s been strange, but I feel your strength.” He clenched his fist and put it over his heart. “Here. I can feel you here.”
    Tessa sighed. “I’m just a bit freaked out about it all. I mean, not just the bonding, but visions? I know you saw the forest, too, while we were having sex.”
    Jared nodded. “I did. And even when you swiped at us mentally, I wasn’t afraid. I know we’ll be okay.”
    “How can you possible know that?” Tessa felt the panic starting to come back.
    “I know you,” Jared stated.
    Parker nodded, sipping at his beer. He looked down at the bonding tattoo on his forearm, absently rubbing a finger over the paw-print pattern. When he looked at Tessa, he pursed his lips. She wondered what he thought of it all.
    “What is it, Parker?” Jared asked. He leaned forward. Tessa loved how the men unconsciously reached for each other.
    “Am I the only one who can see the weird halos?”
    Tessa sat back, eyebrows lifting. She felt inexplicably relieved. “No, I can, too. Only they’re more like smells. Sort of.” She didn’t know how to explain it, but the two men were nodding. She looked down at her tattoo, trying to focus her eyes on the pale golden sheen set into the black. She couldn’t. It was like trying to look at a star—easier to see with peripheral vision. The sheen extended past the tattoo, but somehow it seemed easier to focus on the bonding marks. Maybe it would get easier to see with practice. She sniffed, and her perception of the aura strengthened. It was definitely linked to her sense of smell.
    “Yeah. You have a sort of gold aura, sweetheart. It’s beautiful,” Jared said.
    Tessa smiled as Parker reached for her arm and ran his fingers down the length from her elbow to her palm. “Yeah, golden. And if I do this”—he ran his fingers back up—“it makes the color swirl, but it’s not like I can actually see it. It’s like looking at something from the corner of my eye rather than right on. If I scent it, though, I can see it in my head in all its glittery yumminess. It’s gorgeous.”
    Tessa pulled her arm away. “What about Jared?”
    Parker leaned back, and suddenly Tessa couldn’t read him. She felt a stab of worry at his lack of response. He glanced at her then winked mischievously and turned toward Jared, who held out his hand. Parker took it then leaned down to kiss the very center of the other man’s palm. A burst of heat flashed through Tessa. So erotic . When Parker closed his eyes and licked, his face blissful, she gasped. Jared cupped Parker’s face, rubbing his thumb over his lips, and Parker’s eyes flew open, the green irises luminous. He drew a shaky breath. “Jared’s aura feels like silver mint. If I concentrate, I can see his spirit running through the forest, the moon shining on him jealously.” He stared at Jared for a long, fraught moment before sitting up again. Jared smiled at Tessa, his eyes hot.
    Damn. My men are gorgeous . Tessa returned his look . She was stunned both by the easy acceptance the men had for the bond and by Parker’s poetic words. Tessa bit her lip, trying to work it out in her head. Was Parker really that easygoing about the bond? He’d gone from straight to bisexual in a day. That had to be disconcerting, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it. She cleared her throat. “Did you