Page 144 of May: Bloom & Bane

You’re— I choke on the words. —an asshole.

Yes, he agrees. And you need this asshole to finish you off.

Fine! I snarl. I need you. Happy?

Ecstatic, he purrs. Was that so hard?

V-Vresh you, I gasp.

Maybe if you’re a good boy, he muses, though I’m not really sure how that would work?

His pace increases.

Ashán! I choke out.

Feel that? His fingers skim over the base of our shaft, where it’s starting to swell. Your knot is trying to form. Even without being inside her.

Lavásia streams from the tip of my cock.

Touch it, he commands.

What?

Your right hand. Wrap it around your knot and squeeze.

I’m not—I’m not doing that, I protest.

Do it, he growls. Or I stop.

My hand moves of its own volition, wrapping around the swollen base of petals

Harder, Ashán instructs, his fingers still working my shaft. Squeeze like you’re locked inside her, like you’re trying to make sure every drop stays as deep as possible.

Nghh.

That’s my good boy, he purrs. Both hands now. Mine and yours. Working together, doesn’t that feel right?

I hate that it does.

Ashán, I’m going to⁠—

Come for me, Sage, he rasps.

I—vresh—I can’t, I gasp. I need to finish inside her.

“Don’t stop!”

We both freeze. Our heads snap toward the bed, where Eden’s sitting up wide awake. Ashán’s hand doesn’t stop moving.

She said don’t stop, he growls. So we’re not stopping.

“Eden,” I try to explain, but Ashán’s grip tightens.

“Can you come closer? She breathes. “I want to watch.”

Vresh, Ashán groans. Hear that, Sage? Our mate wants a front-row seat.

This feels wrong.