Page 132 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Vresh. You taste so sweet, Eden. Like warm honey and—” their breath shudders. They suck harder, coaxing more of the gold liquid from me.

“Sage?”

He doesn’t respond.

“Ash?”

He doesn’t answer either.

Clouds of lavásia float above us. Heat from Ash’s venom seeps inside of me.

Sage’s hand finds my neglected breast, thumb circling the nipple and pulling lightly until more liquid beads.

“More,” they rasp against my skin. “Give us more, Saevúra. Please. We need it.”

“I don’t even know how I made that.”

“Your body knows,” they groan, the petals inside of me swelling even larger. “It’s making this for our baby.”

I squeeze around them involuntarily, and their hips buck into me as much as the knot will allow.

“You’re sending him into a rut, Eden. He’s not going to be able to stop,” Ashán rasps.

“A rut?”

“Breeding instinct,” Ashán grits out. “Once it starts–vresh–we’re not getting out of this until he’s satisfied you’re carrying.”

Oh. Ohhh.

“How long does a rut last?” I whisper.

Ashán’s laugh rumbles through me. “Until his instincts are sated. You’re not getting free anytime soon, ash’kaela. Could be days.”

“Weeks,” Sage rasps against my breast, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “However long it takes.”

Their mouth finds mine.

“Don’t be afraid,” Sage murmurs. “I’m going to take care of you.” He thrusts. “Keep you full and aching while I drink every precious drop your body makes for me.”

His hips roll, and the petals vibrate inside me. “But I need you to understand something, Saevúra,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m not stopping until I know our vúsha is growing inside you.” (Baby)

His hand slides down, palm spreading wide over the slight swell of my lower belly. He presses down until the pressure inside me shift. His cock slides deeper with the motion.

“She understands,” Ashán purrs. “Don’t you, mí’maru?”

—SAGE

I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. The taste of her nectar lingers on my tongue, and every instinct I have is screaming to take more. To make sure her body knows exactly what I’m asking of it.

You need to calm down, Ashán rasps. You’re going to hurt her.

I would never⁠—

You’re in a rut, he snaps. You don’t know what you’re doing right now.

But I do know.

I know her body is preparing for me. I know she’s fertile. I can smell it, taste it, feel it in the ways she clenches around me every time I move, milking every ounce from me that she can get.