You have fangs #2
“And yesterday—” His hands reach my wrist, his thumb rubbing over the two small marks.
“Yesterday I watched a Horseman put his fangs in you to move me. They told us plainly. They will not stop. Every day this bond stays open is a door they can reach you through.” He lifts my wrist from the water and presses his mouth over the marks.
“I cannot stand guard at an open door for the rest of your life, Eden. But I can close it.”
“So close it,” I whisper.
His breath shudders against my skin. Both eyes lift to mine—void black and soft lavender side-by-side—and the question arrives in one throat with two voices underneath it.
“Will you let us seal you to us?”
Us. The word settles into my chest like it was always meant to live there.
“Yes.” My hand rises to his jaw, my thumb skimming the corner of his mouth where his new fang curves. “To both of you. It has only ever been yes.”
The gold in the water flares bright, illuminating the suds. The vines around the tub tighten their grip on the porcelain.
His warm, soapy palm slides up my knee, parting my thighs.
“Sage.” My fingers close tight around his forearm. “Get in the water.”
“Impatient,” he murmurs.
“Get in the water.”
He rises, wings flaring wide enough to swallow the sun. Water streams off his forearms, and the level surges over the rim as he steps in. He comes down over me, one knee sliding between mine, his hair falling loosely around our faces.
“As my ash’kaela commands.”
His knee presses against me, applying pressure right against my clit. I grind down against him, seeking friction. The slick water makes every movement effortless. “Sage… Ashán.”
A possessive groan slips from their lips. His lavender eye darkens as Ashán’s flares alongside it, watching the way my eyes roll back.
“You like that, mí’aevúna?” He shifts his leg, the heavy muscle of his thigh rubbing slow circles over my clit, coaxing soft moans out of me.
“N-need you inside.” I tug roughly on his hair. “Now.”
His wings snap open, scattering droplets across the grass.
Strong arms hook under my thighs and lift me like I weigh nothing at all.
Water cascades down my body as he sets me on the cool lip of the porcelain.
He guides my legs wide over each side until I’m seated above him.
The morning air kisses my wet skin, sending a shiver through me.
Something rustles near the base of the tub. Thick vines unwind from its walls, climbing slowly toward me. Three green coils wrap snugly around my middle, keeping me secure.
“I needed something for you to hold on to. Or rather—” His lips graze the inside of my knee. “—something to hold on to you.”
A shuddered breath escapes me as my fingers grip the sturdy vines at my hips. “You think of everything.”
“I think of you,” he corrects, his eyes burning as they drop between my spread thighs to where I’m glistening for him, “constantly. Everything else is incidental.”
He sinks lower into the water and presses his mouth to my ankle.
“Sage.” It comes out halfway between a moan and an accusation. “That is not where I asked for you.”
“No,” he agrees against my skin, trailing kisses up the curve of my calf. “But it is where I am starting. I made a promise a few days ago, mí’aevúna, and I keep my promises—” his fangs graze the tender flesh inside of my knee, and my whole leg jerks, “—thoroughly.”
The venom in my system turns his slow climb into a war of attrition. Every kiss lands twice, once against my skin, once somewhere else much deeper. His mouth maps the inside of my thigh with a mind-shattering slowness, dragging out every second until my fingers white-knuckle the vines at my hips.
“Sage, please—”
“Mm.” The hum vibrates against the crease of my thigh, one breath away from where I’m aching. He looks up the length of my body, both eyes locking onto mine as his tongue drags a slow line over my skin. “Ashán wishes me to tell you that begging suits you.”
His venom hums under my skin, and something reckless hums along with it.
“Fine,” I breathe, looking down at them kneeling in the water between my thighs. “Then I’ll redirect my begging.” I hold the dark eye. “If Sage won’t lick me… will you, Ashán?”
Silence falls over the meadow.
Sage pulls back an inch to stare up at me. Betrayal and arousal cross his face in rapid succession, and beneath them the left side flickers in admiration. The dark eye widens, and the flesh along that side of his chest fades into bone.
“Eden, that is the single most dangerous sentence you have ever spoken.”
“Is it working?”
“He is—” Sage’s jaw tightens. His head tilts. “He is volunteering. Enthusiastically. He has volunteered four separate times in the last three seconds, and two of the offers were not anatomically possible.”
“They sound possible to me.”
“You have not heard them, mí’aevúna.”
“Then maybe you should stop keeping his offers to yourself.” I tighten my grip on the vines, arch as much as the coils allow, and deliver the killing blow with my sweetest voice: “One of you is going to keep the promise about the tongue, remember? I truly don’t mind which.”
A deep growl vibrates through the rim. The vines cinch tighter.
Before I can draw another breath, Ashán’s skeletal hand slides up the outside of my thigh, locking his fingers around my hip.
He dives forward, his mouth crashing between my legs.
His long, thick tongue drags straight up my wet center, parting my lips in one greedy stroke.
He groans into me, the sound muffled as he buries his face deeper, lapping at me ravenously.
Every lick is filthy and loud. He sucks my clit between his lips, rolling it against his tongue before releasing it with a wet pop, only to plunge his tongue inside me.
His grip on my hips tightens, bone digging into flesh as he holds me open for his mouth.
Sage’s hand slides under my ass, lifting me so Ashán can force his tongue deeper.
Each slick thrust makes my thighs quiver.
My head falls back. “Ohh—oh my God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He growls in approval and doubles down, licking faster, messier, until my slick and his saliva drips down my thighs into the water.
“So close,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his wet hair to pull him closer. His tongue curls inside me, pressing against a spot that makes my toes curl. “Right there. Oh my God, right there.”
He stays there, rubbing, licking, sucking until my whole body locks up.
I come with a pathetic sob, my thighs clamping hard around his skull.
He licks me through it, drinking every pulse and flutter, his tongue working me through the aftershocks until I’m shaking uncontrollably.
Only then does he ease off, pressing one last filthy kiss to my throbbing clit before lifting his head.
His face is covered with me, slick dripping down his chin.
“He says…” Sage rasps, his chest heaving as he looks down at me. “He finally understands why mortals pray before meals.”
He rises over me, his warm hand coming up to frame my face.
“Eden.” The two voices layer together as he settles between my thighs.
The thick head of his cock nudges against my swollen flesh.
He drags his length through my slickness, coating himself before rolling his hips and sliding against my aching clit.
The head catches on my entrance with every stroke, threatening to slip inside. My whole body jerks toward him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Please,” I breathe, my hands gripping his hips, nails biting into his muscle. “Don’t make me ask you again—”
He cuts me off with his mouth, kissing me greedily, letting me taste myself on his tongue. At the same time, his hips drive forward with a slow push.
“Saevúra—” he moans into my mouth.
The thick head of his cock stretches my entrance, and my breath catches sharply in my throat. He freezes. His mouth lifts an inch from mine, hands coming down to flank my hips, bracing his weight as he holds himself right at the threshold.
I glance up at him.
He’s huge, and whoever made that definitely didn’t have a human in mind to receive it.
“Eden,” he murmurs. “Breathe for me.”
“You’re—” I laugh. “Sage, you’re very—”
“I know.” His forehead drops to mine. “We’ll go slow. We have all the time that has ever existed.”
He presses forward, a single inch, and the stretch burns.
“I have you,” he whispers.
—SAGE
Talk her through it, Ashán growls.
I know how to talk her through it just fine.
“You’re doing so well,” I manage against her temple, holding my body still though every instinct is screaming to thrust inside her.
Filthier, he rasps.
—What?
Her body listens better when you stop being so polite. You saw it on the canvas. She goes soft when you tell her what she’s doing to you, he says.
I hate that he’s right. I hate him. But I do it anyway.
“You are so tight, Eden,” I murmur against her jaw, my thumb stroking the curve of her hip. “The sweetest, tightest thing I have ever had wrapped around me.”
Her breath stutters, and her body gives half an inch, the way a stubborn root finally yields when the rain comes. “That’s it, ílyen. You’re letting me in a little at a time.”
“S-Sage—” Her walls flutter around me.
More, he rasps. Let me use your mouth.
My mouth?
Let me relax our mate, he sighs.
I hesitate, the agonizing stretch of her nearly driving me out of my mind. Then, I let go, releasing partial control over to him.
“You’re squeezing me so hard, ash’kaela.
” Ashán’s dark, filthy voice scrapes past my throat, but when it comes out…
it’s my own. His fingers reach down to rub circles over her kísh.
“You claim you want all of us, but your pretty little body is fighting for its life around your mate’s big, thick cock. ”
Eden’s eyes snap open.
“That’s it,” Ashán purrs into her ear. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Open up and take the rest of us, or I’ll use these vines to pull you down until you’re swallowing every last inch.”
Her lavína clenches hard around my shaft.