Page 153 of May: Bloom & Bane

She’s already ours.

Ashán!

He pulls off her breast with a wet pop, his fangs fully extended, trickling shimmering droplets of golden venom onto the pale curve of her shoulder. It seeps into her skin, causing her toes to curl against the sheets.

“Sage,” he gasps desperately. “I need her. I can’t⁠—”

Hold on, I plead. Just hold on. You told me she wanted to wait until you were fully in your reaper form, remember?

His fangs scrape across her collarbone.

It hurts, he admits. A pained moan escapes him. It feels like someone is flaying my nerves, Sage. Like my gums may split under the pressure.

Later, I promise, when you’re in your true form. When she can see you and beg for your mark.

For a moment, the cool air in the bedroom catches fire. Our body shudders so violently that it nearly throws us off the bed. The predatory focus in his eyes flickers, and then he sags against her, his forehead resting in the crook of her neck.

I hate you, he breathes.

I know.

Eden moans, her hips shifting closer. Ashán presses closer, using the soft leaves along my pelvis to grind over her kísh.

Are you feeling better? I whisper.

She makes everything better, he sighs.

“Please,” Eden breathes in her sleep. “Need—need you so much.”

Her soft pleas send a tremor through both of us. I hook her knees over my elbows and spread her wide, driving in at a new angle. Sweat beads on my chest and drips onto her belly.

“More,” she whimpers.

Her lavína throbs around my shaft. Ashán’s hand slides down from her breast, pausing over her belly before continuing his path between her thighs. His skeletal fingers find her clit, slick with her arousal. He circles it slowly, and her body arches into us.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you, ílyen?” His fingers circle faster, pressing his thumb against the hood of her clit, applying just enough pressure to tip her over. “Taking us so sweetly, letting us put our vúsha in this little, tiny womb.”

Her body goes taut, walls fluttering around us as they pulse in that first sweet tremor of release.

Ashán’s breath catches, “There she is.”

We hold her through it, letting her ride the waves on our cock while she sleeps. Ashán presses forward, and my knot catches at her entrance. She whimpers, still lost in her orgasm.

Easy, I murmur, as we press deeper. Almost there.

The pressure builds as we work my petals inside.

Her eyes flutter open.

“Sage?” she gasps, her drowsy eyes meet mine. The confusion in them is soft.

“Good morning, Saevúra,” I breathe. Ashán doesn’t stop moving. My knot is halfway in, and her body continues clenching around me, fighting and welcoming at once. “You’re with us. You’re safe.”

Ashán’s hand slides from her clit to her hip, steadying her as she trembles. His thumb presses into the soft dip of her hipbone.

“You woke at the perfect moment.” His fangs graze her earlobe. “We were just finishing our worship. Your body sang for us in your sleep.”

Her cheeks flush. “I… dreamed of you both,” she whispers.