Page 275 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Please, touch me,” she whispers.

My fingers slide through her slickness, parting her swollen lips with a slow stroke. Her body sags into our arms.

“Ohh—”

“That’s right, ílyen,” I murmur. “Just lean against us. We’ll do all the work.”

Her hips jerk forward, chasing more contact. I drag two skelva up to circle her clit in tight, wet spirals. Her thighs tremble around my wrist, the heavy swell of her belly tightening with each shallow pant.

“So wet,” Sage hums, our shadows curling tighter around her thighs, spreading her open wider for my hand. “Slide them in, Ash.”

The sight of her wetness coating the smooth bone of my fingers is enough to make the glands in our gums pulse, flooding with a heavy rush of venya.

Steady, Sage warns.

I am steady, I rasp.

Your fangs are out.

They are? I hadn’t noticed.

I trace over her slowly, learning her all over again in this new body. Every soft sound she makes registers twice, once in my ears, once somewhere behind my sternum where the bond lives.

My index finger curls, the pale tip brushing against her entrance before I slowly press inside. Her inner muscles clamp down around me, like a glove of wet velvet that welcomes the cold with a desperate, shuddering squeeze.

“Our girl needs more, doesn’t she?” Sage murmurs. “Look at how easily her body accepted us.”

I slide a second finger in beside the first, working her open, and a whimper spills from her lips, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Does it feel good?” I growl against her ear, burying my skelva to the knuckle. “Tell us. Tell us how good, ash’kaela.”

“So good—don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry a single copper hair on that beautiful head of yours. We’re not stopping until you pass out.”

I kiss the tip of her nose, working my fingers in and out, spreading them wide to mimic the stretch of what’s to come.

“More,” she pants, grinding down against my hand. “A-almost, but need more.”

“You want more?” I rasp, fangs scraping against her pulse, leaving a tingling smear of venya on her skin. “I wish you could see how wide you already are for us.”

Níva runs down our chest, the scent driving Sage absolutely insane.

Our fingers sink deeper, a third joining the first two in her tight, drenched lavína. Obscene sounds fill the air as we pump them in and out, our thumb massaging her kísh.

Eden lets out a high-pitched sob, her body locking up as her muscles try to fight the sudden invasion. Her eyes fly open, wide and glossy with tears of overwhelming pleasure.

“Rahnové! Vaelí, please⁠—”

“Breathe, angel,” I soothe, stilling my fingers inside her so she can adjust to the thickness. “Just breathe through it. We’re not in a hurry.”

“It’s so much,” she whimpers, her chest heaving as she presses her breasts against my ribcage, seeking comfort from the very monsters stretching her apart. “You’re too big…”

“You can take it,” Sage murmurs, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat, and the sweet, dizzying honey of her níva. “You’re our Saevúra. Your body was meant to be filled by both of us.”

“Do you want me to take one out, ash’kaela?” I breathe.

“No!” She panics, grabbing my wrist. “Please don’t.”