Page 96 of May: Bloom & Bane

Her breath stutters, and her body gives half an inch, the way a stubborn root finally yields when the rain comes. “That’s it, ílyen. You’re letting me in a little at a time.”

“S-Sage—” Her walls flutter around me.

More, he rasps. Let me use your mouth.

My mouth?

Let me relax our mate, he sighs.

I hesitate, the agonizing stretch of her nearly driving me out of my mind. Then, I let go, releasing partial control over to him.

“You’re squeezing me so hard, ash’kaela.” Ashán’s dark, filthy voice scrapes past my throat, but when it comes out… it’s my own. His fingers reach down to rub circles over her kísh. “You claim you want all of us, but your pretty little body is fighting for its life around your mate’s big, thick cock.”

Eden’s eyes snap open.

“That’s it,” Ashán purrs into her ear. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Open up and take the rest of us, or I’ll use these vines to pull you down until you’re swallowing every last inch.”

Her lavína clenches hard around my shaft.

“Mmm. You’re trying to milk us already,” he chuckles, his fingers still circling her swollen clit. “Is that what you want, ash’kaela?”

Ashán! I growl.

You’re halfway in now, and her slick is running down our thighs, he counters in our head. She loves it.

“Ashán?” Eden tilts her head.

“Not exactly, ash’kaela,” he purrs back, using my voice. But as close as I can be for now.”

Her hand comes up, dripping from the bathwater, and she presses her palm to the left side of my face.

“Then be as close as you can,” she whispers.

Something in my chest splits open. It is not my chest. It is not my something.

Vresh, Ashán breathes. She is touching me.

I know.

Under my ribs, something aches so hard it takes away my breath. I have never once thought to ask how long it had been since anyone touched his face. I don’t think anyone ever has.

I press forward into my mate with the weight of it.

She takes another inch on a broken cry.

“That’s it.” His voice and mine, tangled now. “Look at you, ílyen. Look at how good you’re being for us.”

“More.” Her nails rake down my back. “Please, more⁠—”

“You have it. You have all of it.” I brace on one forearm, my other hand sliding beneath the small of her back, tilting her. “Breathe out for me, Saevúra.”

She breathes out.

And I slide the rest of the way inside her.

She arches, her heels trying desperately to pull me closer.

I am inside my mate. I am seated completely inside the woman I have loved since before she opened her eyes.