Page 128 of May: Bloom & Bane

She hesitates for a moment, worry bleeding back into the bond. He covers her hand and squeezes, the thorns biting deeper.

Perfect, he purrs in our mind.

You came back.

Couldn’t leave you, Ashán responds. Couldn’t leave her.

Eden’s hand tightens on the collar again, reassured by his guidance, and he groans as the thorns push his pleasure further.

His pace picks up.

“Ashán—” She whimpers, but his name breaks as he thrusts harder. “Ash—Ash—Ash⁠—”

Ash, he echoes in our mind. She called me Ash.

“Say it again,” he rasps against her throat, his hips snapping upward. “Please say it.”

“Ash,” she moans.

His rhythm falters, becoming erratic.

“Close,” he groans. “So close. Need⁠—”

Her nails rake down his back, over bone and flesh as she tightens around us.

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

Never, Ashán thinks, and I feel the promise in every cell of our shared body. Never stopping. Never leaving.

His hand slides between us, finding where we’re joined, and⁠—

“Vresh,” he chokes out as his fingers rub over her clit.

She arches into us with a broken cry.

“That’s it, ash’kaela,” he rasps, circling slowly even as his hips drive forward faster. “Feel me, soulbond. Feel us.”

She’s close, I murmur.

So close, he agrees. But not yet. Not without us.

“Ash,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in our hair. “I need⁠—”

“I know.” His voice cracks. “I know what you need.”

His fingers press harder against her swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles while his cock drives into her. Eden’s thighs shake around our hips as the thorns bite deeper into our throat, each pulse of pain feeding straight into the pleasure that surges through the bond.

“Come with me,” he begs against her mouth. “Please, ash’kaela. Together⁠—”

She yanks on the collar unconsciously, and our cock flickers between his form and mine—skal and velásira trading places with every thrust, both of us inside her at once and in turns.

“Don’t let me go again,” he groans. “Whatever happens. Use the leash. Pull me back. I will always come back for you.”

She pulls the collar harder, her other hand cradling our face, bone and flesh both.

“Always,” she gasps. “I’ll always pull you back, Ash.”

His rhythm shatters. He growls against her mouth, our tongue pushing past her lips as our hips snap upward in erratic thrusts. His fingers never stop moving on her clit, slick with valúsha as he works her closer to the edge.