Page 148 of May: Bloom & Bane

Our sóva draw tight, and we spill into her mouth. Our hips rock shallowly into her mouth through every pulse, making sure she takes every drop. Lavásia leaks from the corner of her lips, dripping down our shaft in messy strings. She swallows what she can, her throat working around us, as we continue thrusting our tongue inside her while our nose grinds against her clit.

For what seems like minutes, we’re all suspended in the same wave of pleasure. She finally pulls off with a gasp, collapsing forward onto her elbows.

“Vresh,” I choke out.

Agreed, Ashán manages, pulling back from between her thighs.

The shift begins to fade without conscious thought, his skeletal side filling back out into flesh as we catch our breath.

Eden doesn’t move for a long moment, her face pressed into the lush green blankets, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“Eden?” I reach for her. “Saevúra, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she whispers, but her voice is thin. “I just… I need⁠—”

She reaches up for us, searching blindly.

I catch her fingers, bringing them to my lips. “What do you need, mí’aelvára?”

She lifts her head just enough to look at me.

“I need you inside me,” she breathes. “N-not like before. I’m so tired, Sage. I just need to feel you. And then I can fall asleep.”

She needs us, Ashán murmurs, her heat won’t let her rest without it.

“Of course, ílyen.” I help her onto her back. “Whatever you need.”

I settle between her thighs.

“Just you,” she whispers. “Just like this. Slow.”

I line myself up, and she’s so wet that I slide inside in one smooth glide, walls fluttering around my length as I sink to the hilt. Her eyes flutter closed, and a soft sigh escapes her.

“Better?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“So much better,” she murmurs, already half-asleep. “Don’t move, Sage. Stay just … like … this.”

She just needed to be filled, Ashán rasps. Her heat is satisfied with us inside her.

The desperate edge to her scent is fading.

I gather her close, hooking her leg around my hip and rolling us onto our sides so she’s tucked against my chest.

“Sleep, ílyara,” I whisper against her hair. “We’ve got you. We won’t pull out.”

“Love you,” she mumbles.

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

“I love you, too,” Ashán murmurs.

CHAPTER 41

a promise that does not survive the night

—THERAEL

She is humming again.