Page 98 of May: Bloom & Bane

I release her nipple with a soft pop, trailing kisses across the valley between her breasts before taking the other into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the sensitive peak while my thumb circles and strokes the opposite nipple, keeping her trapped in an unbearable loop of friction.

“I have been awake seven days, ash’kaela,” Ashán rasps through my throat, his hand letting go of her thigh to slip into the slick space between our bodies. “You have been every hour of them.”

His skeletal fingers find her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles against her.

“I did not exist until you woke,” he breathes into her neck. “There has never been a day I did not want you.”

Her walls grip me tighter with each thrust, the flutter of her muscles drawing me deeper. I let go of her breast and lean on to my forearm.

She’s close, Ashán rasps.

“Harder, Sage,” she moans. “Please. You won’t break me.”

“Hold on to me, Saevúra.”

My hips snap forward with more force, driving my cock deeper into her slick heat with each thrust. The sound she makes is not delicate anymore. Her heel digs into my spine. The grass rips up in fistfuls where my hand is planted beside her head. Every stroke drags another broken cry from her throat. Ashán’s fingers work faster against her clit, matching the new rhythm.

“Yes—” she sobs. “Sage—just like that. Don’t stop.”

“I am not stopping,” I growl. “I have wanted you like this since the first night I heard you breathe. I am going to have you exactly like this.”

The bond burns in my chest.

Her whole body tightens up beneath me.

“That’s it,” Ashán groans. “Let go, ash’kaela. Come for both of your mates.”

“I’m—oh God, I’m—nghhh.”

“I know.” I press my forehead to hers, our breath tangling, my hips never slowing. “I feel it. Every second of it. Come for me, luváel. Let me feel what I do to you.”

She shatters.

Her whole body seizes, walls clamping around my length so hard I can barely move, milking me with each spasm. Her thighs tremble against my waist. She screams into the golden morning while the meadow explodes around us in a surge of wild magic.

Every flower for a hundred feet bursts into bloom at once. The canopy above shakes, releasing a rainfall of white petals over our bodies. The grass ripples outward in waves.

Her body convulses beneath me, every muscle locked as pleasure crashes through her.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” Ashán purrs, his fingers working her through the aftershocks.

Sweat drips from her temple, her breath coming in broken gasps against my mouth.

“I w–want you to fill me,” she moans, her eyes dark and unfocused with ecstasy. “I need it. Please.”

Vreshhh, Ashán groans.

My hips buck, pushing through the tight grip of her lavína. Each thrust draws another whimper from her lips as I chase my own release.

Ashán’s hand slides up to cup her breast, his thumb rolling over her sensitive nipple.

Fill her, he commands, his voice thick with need. Breed her.

My rhythm falters as pressure builds at the base of my spine. Her walls continue to flutter around me. My wing spreads wider, bracing against the grass as I drive into her.

“Saevúra,” I groan, “I’m⁠—”

“Please.” Her legs lock around my waist, pulling me as close as humanly possible. “I want to be full of you.”