Page 129 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Ílyara.”

“Ash’kaela.”

Our release slams through us, Ashán’s possessive growl mixing with my broken moan as we spill inside her. Hot pulses of come flood her lavína, tipping her over the edge.

“Ash—Sage—” She moans our names as she shatters around us, her walls clenching so tightly it borders on painful. My magic surges forward, and the bloom collar at the base of my vék swells. Petals unfurl, seeking her heat. They press past her entrance one silken layer at a time until the entire bloom-collar forces its way inside and expands.

Shá, was that you?

Your magic, not mine, Ashán rumbles.

Eden gasps. Her body clenches around us as she realizes we can’t pull out.

“Sage?” Her hand slides to where we’re connected, fingers brushing the petals locking us inside. “This didn’t happen before.”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

Your body knows, Ashán rasps.

I feel the truth of it in every fiber of my being. My magic is ensuring she keeps every drop.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“No,” we both answer immediately.

You should take over, he murmurs. I’m fading.

Rest. I’ve got us, I tell him. I don’t know how long we’ll be like this.

“We need to move,” I whisper. “I want to get you comfortable.”

Eden nods, and together we shift until I’m sitting back against the nearest tree, and she’s in my lap, chest to chest, her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “This is—yeah.”

Why does she sound like that? Ashán mumbles.

The petals at the base of my lím begin to warm.

Nevermind. That’s why, he answers.

Eden gasps, and her head falls to my shoulder as broken moans fall from her lips.

“Eden?”

Luvé-shá, he groans. She’s milking me so hard. (Holy shit)

“I can’t—” She clenches around us.

She’s going to keep doing this, I realize.

“Eden, breathe,” I rasp, my thumbs tracing soothing circles over her hipbones. “I’ve got you. Just breathe through it.”

Breathe through it? Ashán mocks. She’s convulsing on our dick, and you’re telling her to BREATHE. Help her, you idiot!

I don’t know why I was worried when you were gone, I sigh. We’re locked inside her.