Page 277 of May: Bloom & Bane

Already did, I moan back.

We’re breeding her the second Vaelína is born, he rumbles, his vines tightening possessively around her waist. I want to keep her swollen and dripping for us.

“Don’t stop—please don’t stop,” she whines.

I slip in two fingers beneath my tongue, curling and pumping. Her slick coats my hand, dripping down to soak my chest.

Her body goes rigid, her fingers clamping down on my horns in a final squeeze that sends a blinding wave of pleasure through my spine. She spasms against my mouth, her core contracting as she squirts all over my tongue. Her head drops back, hips bucking helplessly against my face as she tries to ride out her release.

I drink every single drop, lapping at her greedily. My tongue catches the trail of slick as it runs down her thighs.

“I—I think I’m going to come again,” she whimpers.

A roar rips from my throat as my hips snap forward. My shaft throbs violently, hardening to a painful degree before a warm rush of come shoots from my tip and falls below. I’m still shuddering from my own release when another tremor rolls through us. Sage’s shaft twitches and hardens to a brutal degree before erupting, his own thick release shooting forward to mix with mine. Night-blooming flowers burst open along his vines. My chest heaves, vision swimming with white stars.

We’re a dripping mess, air thick with the scent of cucumber, clover, and our combined seed. And right in the center of it, Eden is still whimpering, her core twitching as she hovers on the edge of her third climax.

I wrap my hands around her hips and haul her down, seating her directly on my pulsing shaft.

Eden lets out a gasp as my length fills her.

“Ash,” she sobs into my neck, her teeth catching the edge of my collarbone. “It’s too much.”

It’s not enough, Sage growls, his vines tilting her hips just a fraction more to force her down until she bottoms out. Move, Ashán. Make her come again so we can both fit inside.

My hips buck and Sage’s shaft glides through the dripping cleft of her thighs, coating himself in her. Her walls flutter around me as I move in and out, the thick, bony ridges of my skal rubbing against every sensitive spot inside her. Shadow and vines intertwine, yanking her hips down harder onto my cock. Her teeth sink harder into my collarbone.

“I-I can feel both of you,” she stutters.

“Not yet you can’t,” Sage rasps. “But you’re about to.”

I lift her slowly, her walls dragging against every ridge like she’s trying to keep me. Sage’s slick crown notches beside mine.

“Breathe out for us, Saevúra.”

She takes a shaky inhale and we press in together. Her body strains, resisting the impossible stretch.

“There’s no way,” she sighs. “You two are never going to fit.”

“You’re right,” I rasp against her throat. “Not like this.”

My fangs graze the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, the spot I have circled one hundred and ninety nights, never once letting myself take.

“Three lifetimes, ash’kaela.” My gums ache, the venom pooling fuller than it ever has. “I have waited three lifetimes to put my name in your blood. Say yes.”

“Yes,” she sobs. “Finally—yes.”

I sink my fangs in deep and the world goes gold-and-black at once. The taste of her mortality spills across my tongue, rich and alive, like nothing I have ever known. Venya floods her veins, burning through every place fear has made her rigid, until even her trembling belongs to me. The bond roars wide open, her soul flaring against ours.

She comes just from the bite—clenching, sobbing, scratching—and her body, no longer resisting, pulls us in. We slide together in one slow thrust, seated fully, and the three of us cry out into the dark like one creature.

“There,” Sage chokes. “There. Oh, gods, Eden⁠—”

“Mine,” I snarl against the mark, lapping the twin punctures as they seal into a golden eclipse she will wear across eternity. “You are finally mine, Eden.”

“Ours,” Sage slurs.

“Ours,” I agree.