Page 298 of May: Bloom & Bane

“I can’t,” I whine. “It’s getting too intense.”

Sage lets out a breathy hum, their hips rolling harder to meet me.

“You’re doing so well, ílyen. You’re definitely progressing.”

“How can you tell?”

As fate would have it, a sharp contraction hits me. My fingers sink into their shoulders as my knees lock around their waist. I tilt my pelvis, forcing myself straight down onto them.

“That’s it,” Ashán growls softly into my hair. “Use us, ash’kaela. Squeeze us as hard as you can.”

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Sage murmurs. He holds my face steady as I pant against their lips. “Look at me. Ride the wave. Don’t fight it.”

I moan, a low, animalistic sound as my inner walls milk them ruthlessly through the peak.

“Rahnové,” I whimper, my head rolling back, tears blinding my vision. “I need your venom. It hurts.”

His fangs sink into the side of my neck. The sting is brief, washed away as a thick wave of heat spreads through my bloodstream.

“Thank God,” I gasp, grinding down harder. Slick and seed squelch with every thrust, but I can’t bring myself to care. “Thank God for your venom.”

He drinks greedily, his tongue lapping over the bite, suckling another mouthful before pulling back to groan against my skin. “You taste sweetest when your body is working for us like this.”

Warmth bursts behind my eyes, turning the ungodly pressure into a dull ache. My limbs go heavy and loose. I melt against their chest.

“There she is,” Sage praises, flashing me a gorgeous smile. He catches my chin, using his thumb to gently wipe a bead of sweat from my top lip. “There’s our sweet, loose girl. Better?”

“Mmm,” I slur, my walls squeezing around them in a lazy, weak pulse. “Soft…”

“Good.” Ash’s fangs linger over the shallow puncture marks on my neck, licking away the last drop of blood before their large hands lock under my thighs, effortlessly holding my weight. “Let it take you. I have as much venya as you need.”

The venom turns the next hour into a dreamy, golden twilight that I drift in and out of. Every few minutes, my hips roll on instinct, dragging my core over their lengths to chase that comforting pressure. Every time I do, Sage lets out a rumble of approval. Their eyes watch me with a mix of affection and arousal as they slowly pump into me to meet each contraction.

“Look at her,” Sage murmurs softly to Ashán, his thumb tracing the curve of my flushed cheek. “Half-asleep, high on your venya, and she won’t let us shift an inch.”

“She knows what she needs,” Ashán rumbles back. “Let’s pray she needs this specific birth plan each time.”

Sage lets out a low chuckle. “We’ve never actually talked about how many⁠—”

“All of them,” Ashán cuts him off.

I let out a soft whimper against their chest.

“Do you need more venom, angel?”

I nod.

His fingers slide into my hair, cradling the back of my skull as he tilts my face toward him.

“Open for me, sweetheart.”

I part my lips obediently. Their tongue slides between them, the tip already covered in venom. The sweet, hot taste of him hits my taste buds. I moan around it, sucking hungrily while my hips roll against them. They both groan into my mouth. I drain every last drop of the numbing liquid from their tongue. The venom hits, and my eyes roll back. Their face gets blurry, and the next thing I know I’m greeted by darkness.

I startle awake to a loud bang downstairs. My eyes snap open, the thick, golden haze of the venya shattering. My heart leaps into my throat, and my body reacts the only way it knows how—clamping roughly around Sage and Ashán as my hips jerk down to lock them flush against me. Twin growls vibrate through the room. Their arms tighten around my back. The shadows pooled around the room surge toward the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Sage. Ashán. We do not want to interrupt.” Therael calls from the other side of the door. “But we knew the baby was coming, so we wanted to bring by some different pain remedies for Eden.”