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“Did you?” Ashán purrs, pressing forward another inch, my kná stretching her wider. “What did we do to you in your dreams, ash’kaela?”

“Loved me,” she breathes. “You were… everywhere. Both of you.”

“We were,” I confirm, my hand splaying across her stomach where our vúsha will grow. “We still are.”

Ashán chuckles darkly, “Tell me, mí’maru, did we feel good in your dreams?”

He slants our hips and gives one final thrust, and the wet pop of my knot locking inside draws a broken cry from her. She clutches at our shoulders. He grinds upward, my petals caressing every sensitive place inside her. Her thighs tremble around our hips as her walls ripple around my length. Eden’s lips part on a silent cry as the next orgasm rolls through her.

“Ask him for his seed, Eden,” Ashán groans. “Ask him to fill this pretty pussy with his magical golden come so we can make the heat go away.”

She nods frantically. “Please, Sage. Fill me up. I want to take it.”

I spill thick, warm ropes of lavásia inside her. My cock pulses, flooding her with load after load of seed.

“Mmmm,” she moans, her eyes rolling back.

Her walls clench around us, milking every drop as we empty ourselves inside her.

Emerald tendrils wrap around the bed, creeping up the bedposts and weaving into the canopy until the wood is entirely swallowed by velvet leaves and glowing pink blooms.

“You are in heat, vela té,” I murmur against her temple. “Your body is going to need us, over and over, until it breaks. We intend to keep up.”

“Ním’ma,” I whisper against her hair. (My soul.)

“Ním’thalen,” Ashán rumbles, his hand protectively cupping her belly.

CHAPTER 43

honey & cardboard

It’s nearly noon when my kná finally begins to soften. Eden whimpers as I carefully ease out, a warm stream of lavásia flowing onto the bed.

“Is it going to stop soon?” She gasps. “There’s so much.”

“Of course there is,” Ashán quips. “We were very thorough.”

I ignore him and reach for her. “Are you okay, Saevúra?”

“I think so,” she pauses, brushing a damp curl from her forehead. “But I definitely need a shower.”

“Of course,” I say.

Eden holds up both palms. “Alone! I need ten minutes of solitude where no one is licking me, scenting me, or telling me about my biological destiny.”

Ashán lets out a playful growl, his eye flashing with mischief.

Does she honestly think she can hide from us in the shower?

She scrambles off the bed, her legs a little shaky, but her spirit clearly intact. She sprints into the bathroom, and the distinct click of the lock sliding into place echoes through the room.

She laughs triumphantly from behind the wood.

Ashán huffs. The door is an insult.

Let her be, I chide. She’s had quite the morning already.

We make it a single step before we hear the unmistakable sound of the door unlocking.