Page 276 of May: Bloom & Bane

She wants it, Sage purrs, tilting her pelvis to force my hand even deeper. Our greedy little mate wants every single bit of us.

I press a kiss to her forehead and begin pumping my fingers again. My thumb continues its slow, merciless rhythm against her clit. With every slow thrust, her muscles begin to surrender, melting around my bones until she’s riding my hand. Her fingers stay in a white-knuckled grip where they’re wrapped around my wrist to keep me from pulling away.

“Come on our fingers so you can come on our cocks, mí’maru.” I hook my fingers, angling them so they apply firm pressure to her g-spot.

My mouth drops to her leaking breast, lips sealing around her puffy nipple. I suck hard. Her walls spasm around our fingers as her orgasm crashes through her. She cries out, pulsing and squirting around our hands, soaking my bones. We work her through it, drawing every last tremor from her little body while our véks throb against her thigh.

I withdraw my fingers slowly. Her release trickles down my wrist. I hold her gaze as I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean one at a time. Her mortality floods my tongue like a match dropped in oil. My eyes roll back.

“You,” I rasp, sliding the last finger free of my mouth, “taste like the only reason a monster would ever willingly rip the wings from his back.”

I wrap my free arm under her thighs and lift her. Shadows slide around her hips, cradling the precious weight of her belly. She shrieks, the world tilting as I hoist her up, settling her onto our shoulders. Her thighs bracket our skull, her heat inches from my mouth.

She sways, her hands flying out for balance until they find my horns.

“I’ve got you.” The tendrils cinch snugly around her thighs. “You cannot fall, ash’kaela. You aren’t capable of it. The only thing you’re allowed to do up here...” I drag my fangs featherlight along the inside of her trembling thigh, “...is come for your mates.”

I sweep my tongue upward in a long, wet stroke, covering the entire width of her pussy.

“Oh my God⁠—”

“Not God, sweetheart.” I part her swollen lips with my tongue. “Just us.”

Eden squeals, her nails digging into the sensitive ridges of my horns as she pulls back to steady herself. My wings flare wide as a sudden rush of electricity shoots straight down my spine to my core.

V-vresh, Sage gasps. Your horns are erogenous?!

“Pull them again,” I rasp against her wet flesh. “Pull them, ílyen, and see what we do to you.” My venom glands overflow, flooding my mouth with an excess of venya. I pull back from her center, my mouth parted as I pant against her inner thighs. A glistening string of venom stretches from my fangs, catching the moonlight before it falls directly onto her swollen kísh.

She moans as the warm liquid pools over her.

“Ash…” she gasps as she attempts to look past her heavy belly. “What is that—ohh!”

I let another slow droplet of venya fall. “Do you want some inside?”

Her fingers tighten on my horns so hard that another wave of pleasure rips down our spine.

“Yes,” she sobs, her glossy green eyes finding mine. “Yes, please… put it inside me.”

Drink her, Sage commands, forcing my shadows to hoist her hips just a fraction higher. Vreshing devour our mate.

I bury my face against her, tongue plunging deep, venya coating every crevice while I lap and thrust with greedy strokes.

She screams, her spine arching so severely my shadows have to haul her back up. Her hands begin to move over my horns, sliding down the sensitive bone, squeezing and stroking them in a pattern she isn’t even aware of.

A roar rips from my throat.

Ashán, Sage groans in our head. She’s milking your horns. Gods, she’s vreshing stroking them.

Every frantic slide of her palms sends a matching jolt of fire to our cocks. My tongue copies the wild rhythm of her hands. I suck her clit between my lips.

“Ash! Sage, please!” she moans, grinding against my face. “I’m gonna—I can’t⁠—”

“Do it,” Sage roars, vines shooting from our abdomen, wrapping around her ankles and waist, locking her down so hard she couldn’t pull away if she tried.

I cup the soft swell of her ass with both hands and lift her higher, burying my nose and lips so deeply into her soaking center that the scent of her impending release fills our lungs. My tongue thrusts into her, right against her g-spot, over and over again while my venom pumps into her walls.

I want to breed her. Right now, Sage groans.