Page 296 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Oh my god, yes. Please,” she moans, her blunt fingernails digging into my flesh.

Shadows rise up like ribbons of silk, draping lazily over the flush of her breasts. The dark tendrils coil tightly around her leaking nipples and tug.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out.

With a low growl, we guide her down the remaining inches until every reaching, aching place inside her is finally filled. She settles, melting against our chest. A wave of relief crashes through the bond.

“There’s our girl,” I breathe. “You just needed both of your mates inside you, hm?”

“This feels so much better,” she wraps her arms around our waist as far as she can manage. “I don’t feel panicked anymore… I feel complete.”

Ashán’s purr vibrates through our chest. He starts moving slowly. His cock grinds against her g-spot. He cups her breast, thumb circling a nipple until nectar beads over his claws. My hand spreads over her belly—over the life we put inside her.

Eden moans brokenly, her head falling back as we thrust harder, both cocks sliding in and out in tandem.

“Tell us if it’s enough,” we pant against her throat, Ash’s fangs grazing against her skin.

“—soo close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.

Ash’s shadows wrap around her, cocooning her in cool darkness.

“Ash’kaela,” he groans. “I’ve only tasted you once. Please—let me have you again.”

She bares her throat to him without a second of hesitation. “Bite me, Rahnové.”

Ashán’s fangs sink deep, piercing her skin with a sharp, wet pop. Her blood wells up, flooding his mouth as he groans against her throat. He feasts on her mortality the same way he feasts on her pussy—ruthlessly, reverently, until she’s completely consumed.

She comes the moment his venom hits her bloodstream. My fingers move faster, milking her orgasm. Her moans turn into a broken cry, and her walls clamp down around us. She yanks a handful of our hair.

“Oh–oh–ohhh.” Her hips jerk forward, grinding down on both of our cocks as the pleasure spikes.

We keep thrusting, driving both shafts in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Her swollen belly rocks between us.

“Give us more,” Ashán slurs against the bite, drunk on her blood. “Come again while we breed you through this labor.” He drags our mouth lower, lips sliding over her collarbone until they reach the heavy swell of her breast. He sinks his fangs in again, claiming the soft, ripe flesh that’ll feed our daughter. Nectar and blood mix on our tongue as he sucks hard, pulling another gush of níva from her nipple while our hips roll deeper. Eden wails, another orgasm rolling straight into the next.

“Ním,” he snarls against her breast. “Every part of you. Alive and ním.”

A sudden rush of warmth spills between us, soaking our laps and dripping into the nest.

“Ílyara,” I murmur, glancing down at the slick mess coating our skin. “Either you just squirted… or we just broke your water.”

CHAPTER 90

where you go, we stay

—EDEN

It feels like there’s an itch inside me I can’t scratch unless they’re both buried as deep as possible. My hips keep rolling, chasing the elusive pressure building in my core.

“Eden, did you hear me?” Sage’s voice pierces the haze. I don’t answer. I keep moving desperately until two heavy hands lock over my waist.

“Ash’kaela,” Ash murmurs. “Your water broke.”

I barely register the words. The pain and pleasure are so tangled up together that everything sounds like it’s underwater. I don’t know what’s happening. I only know the overwhelming, instinctive urge to keep them right where they are. I tilt my pelvis, trying to force them deeper.

“Eden, stop,” Sage rasps. His hand tightens on my hip. “I think we should give you a break.”

They shift me, and the sudden drag of them easing back, trying to slowly withdraw from my swollen, dripping core, sends a wave of pure, unadulterated panic through me.