Page 146 of May: Bloom & Bane

You are. His hand resumes its brutal pace. There’s nowhere to run, Sage. We share this body.

“Can I taste you?” Eden’s voice breaks our internal war.

Vresh yes, we both answer at once.

Ashán’s hand releases our shaft.

“Come here, Saevúra.”

She crawls across the bed, and the way her hips sway has me transfixed.

Those hips, Ashán groans. Imagine them widening to carry our vúsha.

I thought you wanted to keep me out of my rut? Now all I can picture is her belly round, and her scent heavy with our life growing inside her.

Not just life, he corrects. Death too.

“I’ve never—” Eden starts, hesitation flickering across her face. “I don’t know how⁠—”

“However you want,” I manage. “There’s no wrong way, Eden.”

She nods, leaning forward. The first touch of her tongue against the head makes us both groan.

Oh, vreshhh, Ashán grunts.

Her tongue traces one of the thick veins running along the underside of my vék. Her lips close around the tip, and my hips buck forward. Her mouth is so incredibly soft and warm, I have to press my claws into my kná in order to keep them from grabbing her. She takes us deeper. Her movements become more desperate, and the scent coming off her⁠—

Sage, Ashán grunts. Do you smell that?

I do.

The air is full of her sweet, heady scent, and it’s growing stronger by the second.

Is she⁠—

In heat, he confirms, his voice strained. Your rut triggered hers.

She doesn’t seem to notice our internal conversation. She’s too focused, taking us deeper with each bob of her head, her hands sliding up our thighs for balance.

A moan vibrates around our shaft, and I feel Ashán’s control waver.

She doesn’t know. I realize. She has no idea what’s happening to her.

No, he agrees. It’s her first heat. She just knows she needs this.

Eden pulls back just enough to gasp for air, her eyes glazed and unfocused. “I can’t get enough of you. Literally, no matter how close we are. I need more.”

Confusion flickers across her face, but her mouth is already wrapped around me again, desperate to have us back.

“Oh, mí’maru, you’re doing so good,” Ashán groans.

We rock our hips forward slightly, pushing only as far as she can handle.

We need to tell her.

Later, he growls. Right now, our mate is in heat and begging for our cock. We can explain after.

His fingers slide into her hair, guiding her rhythm.