Page 297 of May: Bloom & Bane

“No!” I sob. My hands shoot out, nails biting into Sage’s arms as my legs lock around their hips.

“Eden—”

“Don’t you dare!” I scream. “Don’t you fucking dare move away from me.”

They freeze, their eyes wide with shock.

“Ash’kaela, if the nestling is coming, maybe we should⁠—”

“I don’t care!” Tears sting my eyes. I arch my hips, forcing myself further until they’re both seated deep against my cervix. The relief is instantaneous, even through the crushing grip of a contraction. “It hurts when you move away. Stay inside me. Breed me through it, like you said you would. Just don’t leave me.”

Sage flexes his jaw. Ashán lets out a low growl. But neither of them moves. The silence in the nest is broken only by our ragged breaths and the blood rushing in my ears.

They stare down at me, their shared chest heaving.

“Say it!” I command. “Say you aren’t going anywhere!”

A slow smirk spreads across their face. “You cursed at us,” they say together.

“I did, and I’ll do it again,” I jab my finger into their chest.

“Oh, ílyen,” Sage murmurs, his voice dropping so low it makes my skin prickle. He trails two fingers over my hot, tear-stained cheek, tapping my lower lip. “Look at how greedy you get when you’re scared.”

“So demanding,” Ashán rumbles against my throat. His hand slides down, possessively gripping my thighs to keep me pinned right where I drove myself down onto them. “Begging us to fill her up while her body tries to spill our little seedling out.”

I whimper, rolling my hips. I am beyond the point of modesty.

“Our perfect girl,” Sage murmurs softly, catching a stray tear. “Such a perfect, needy little thing. You really thought we’d leave you open and empty while you hurt? Hm?”

He shifts his hips up, and my entire body weeps with relief. A pathetic moan falls from my lips.

“That’s it,” Ashán growls into my ear, his fangs scraping gently over my pulse. “Clench around us. Use our cocks to hold yourself together, ash’kaela. Show us how much you need your monsters to carry you through this.”

Another contraction rolls through my abdomen. Ash pushes his skelva lightly into my lower back as Sage thrusts into me. It’s the perfect counterpressure. My thighs tremble on either side of their waist.

“You’re doing so good,” Sage murmurs, his warm hand coming up to cup the back of my head.

They give me slow, rolling strokes that keep me pulsing with pleasure.

The contraction slowly ebbs, leaving me limp, panting against Sage’s collarbone as the warm, slick mixture trickles steadily over their thighs.

“We’re going to be here a while, Saevúra,” Sage adds. He presses a kiss to my sweaty temple. “And you’re going to sit right here on our cocks for every single second of it.”

“Good,” I sigh. “I don’t know how I know, but my body is telling me I need you guys to stay like this.”

Sage’s hand tightens slightly on my hips, and Ashán’s arm wraps around my waist, bracing me against them.

“No arguments from us,” Sage whispers. “Your body calls the shots, ílyara.”

“You’re stuck with us, ash’kaela.” His hand slides over the hard swell of my stomach as another contraction begins. “Where you go, we stay.”

The hours bleed together. The contractions come slowly, creeping up every six minutes. Each time my uterus tightens, my instinct is immediate: I tilt my pelvis, grinding down into their laps, squeezing tightly around their shafts until the pressure goes away. At some point all their massages and kisses relax me enough that I drift off. When I open my eyes, the room has grown darker, cast in the soft, flickering light of the fireplace. They’re still beneath me, their hands wrapped around my waist, gently pumping inside of me.

“How long was I asleep?” I murmur.

“An hour at most,” Sage whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Close your eyes if you can, sweetheart. Your body needs rest.”

“We’ll keep moving for you,” Ashán says.