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So? Rock your hips. Give her something to grind against. Don’t just sit there like a⁠—

I roll my hips upward as far as I can manage, and Eden cries out. Her nails grasp desperately at the collar.

“There,” I murmur against her hair. “Does that help, ílyen?”

“Yes,” she moans, chasing the friction. “Don’t stop, please don’t⁠—”

See? Ashán’s smug voice echoes in my mind. Listen to me more often.

You’re insufferable.

And you’re welcome.

CHAPTER 38

bloodlust

—EDEN

Ican’t breathe. And I can’t stop coming.

Sage’s lavásia shimmers between us.

“Eden, breathe,” he rasps, his hands sliding over my hips in firm circles. “I’ve got you. Just breathe through it.”

Breathe?

I can barely think.

My body is searching, craving something I don’t even understand. This isn’t enough, and yet, I’m not sure how we can physically do any more than we’re already doing.

He rolls his hips, and I cry out.

“There,” he murmurs against my hair, both souls speaking at once. “Does that help, ílyen?”

“Yes,” I gasp, already moving with him. “Don’t stop, please don’t⁠—”

The next orgasm slams into me without warning, and tears fill my eyes, because it brings me no relief.

“Sage. Ash. I need more.”

They tense beneath me.

“We’re locked, Saevúra,” Sage whispers. “We can’t move much without⁠—”

“We’re going to take care of you, ash’kaela.” Ashán cuts in.

One of his hands slides between us, and I sob when his fingers test where the petals have trapped us together. He moves up to my clit, circling slowly. My entire body arches into his touch.

“Like this,” he murmurs. “We don’t have to move much to get you through this. Do we, sweetheart?”

Another wave of lavásia washes over me, and heat ignites all over again.

“How long?” I gasp. “How long is this going to last?”

They both go quiet.

“Sage? Ashán?”