40. I love you, too #2
NO! His fingers squeeze harder, and my knot swells fuller against my palm. Not until you say we can do this again.
Let go of me, I groan inside our mind. This is over now. Eden’s awake.
The same Eden who asked us to come closer so she could watch? He says sarcastically.
Yes.
Perfect, he says. Let’s ask her.
“Eden, does it bother you? Watching us like this?”
She shakes her head as she bites her lower lip.
See? Ashán purrs. You’re just looking for an excuse to run away from this.
I’m not, I insist.
You are. His hand resumes its brutal pace. There’s nowhere to run, Sage. We share this body.
“Can I taste you?” Eden’s voice breaks our internal war.
Vresh yes, we both answer at once.
Ashán’s hand releases our shaft.
“Come here, Saevúra.”
She crawls across the bed, and the way her hips sway has me transfixed.
Those hips, Ashán groans. Imagine them widening to carry our vúsha.
I thought you wanted to keep me out of my rut? Now all I can picture is her belly round, and her scent heavy with our life growing inside her.
Not just life, he corrects. Death too.
“I’ve never—” Eden starts, hesitation flickering across her face. “I don’t know how—”
“However you want,” I manage. “There’s no wrong way, Eden.”
She nods, leaning forward. The first touch of her tongue against the head makes us both groan.
Oh, vreshhh, Ashán grunts.
Her tongue traces one of the thick veins running along the underside of my vék.
Her lips close around the tip, and my hips buck forward.
Her mouth is so incredibly soft and warm, I have to press my claws into my kná in order to keep them from grabbing her.
She takes us deeper. Her movements become more desperate, and the scent coming off her—
Sage, Ashán grunts. Do you smell that?
I do.
The air is full of her sweet, heady scent, and it’s growing stronger by the second.
Is she—
In heat, he confirms, his voice strained. Your rut triggered hers.
She doesn’t seem to notice our internal conversation. She’s too focused, taking us deeper with each bob of her head, her hands sliding up our thighs for balance.
A moan vibrates around our shaft, and I feel Ashán’s control waver.
She doesn’t know. I realize. She has no idea what’s happening to her.
No, he agrees. It’s her first heat. She just knows she needs this.
Eden pulls back just enough to gasp for air, her eyes glazed and unfocused. “I can’t get enough of you. Literally, no matter how close we are. I need more.”
Confusion flickers across her face, but her mouth is already wrapped around me again, desperate to have us back.
“Oh, mí’maru, you’re doing so good,” Ashán groans.
We rock our hips forward slightly, pushing only as far as she can handle.
We need to tell her.
Later, he growls. Right now, our mate is in heat and begging for our cock. We can explain after.
His fingers slide into her hair, guiding her rhythm.
“That’s it, ash’kaela,” he murmurs. “Take what you need.”
Her pace increases, spurred on by his praise.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine.
Close, he warns.
“Eden, you’re going to make us come.”
She sucks harder, moaning around our length. Flowers explode around the bedroom.
“ílyara, last chance. I can’t hold back much longer.”
She makes a desperate sound and shifts her weight forward, dropping from her knees to all fours at the edge of the bed, never letting us leave her mouth.
Shá, Ashán groans, look at her.
He leans over her. “I want to taste you too, my little relic.”
He buries his face between her thighs, groaning at the flood of slick coating her skin.
Our tongue drags slowly through her pélas.
Eden’s moan vibrates around our shaft.
I can’t—I gasp.
Neither can I, Ashán admits. But we’re taking her with us.
My hand cups her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers until níva drips into my palm. (Nectar) His tongue finds her clit, circling the swollen flesh relentlessly.
Eden’s hips buck against our face, and she takes us deeper in response, gagging softly.
Ashán…
I know, he groans. Let go, Sage. Our come will soothe her heat. Give her what she needs.
His tongue drags down from her clit, pushing inside her.
She’s so vyn sweet, he groans. (Goddamn)
“You’re so close, ash’kaela,” he rasps against her. “Just a little more.”
His tongue thrusts deeper.
Shá, I breathe, my thumb circling the wet peak, covered in nectar.
I want to taste that too, he moans, save some for me.
She needs more, I rasp. Push her over.
Gladly, he purrs.
“Such a velkíra,” he groans. “Now come on my tongue while you take what you need from us. Show us how good our little mate tastes.”
Her body goes taut, a muffled cry vibrating around our shaft as she comes all over our face.
Her taste floods our tongue. Her thighs clamp around our head, her lavína pulsing against our mouth.
He licks through every spasm, tongue lapping up the slick that coats her lips while his fingers dig into her ass so she can’t escape us.
“My bones were forged to reap, Eden. But my tongue was made to worship this pussy.”
Our sóva draw tight, and we spill into her mouth.
Our hips rock shallowly into her mouth through every pulse, making sure she takes every drop.
Lavásia leaks from the corner of her lips, dripping down our shaft in messy strings.
She swallows what she can, her throat working around us, as we continue thrusting our tongue inside her while our nose grinds against her clit.
For what seems like minutes, we’re all suspended in the same wave of pleasure. She finally pulls off with a gasp, collapsing forward onto her elbows.
“Vresh,” I choke out.
Agreed, Ashán manages, pulling back from between her thighs.
The shift begins to fade without conscious thought, his skeletal side filling back out into flesh as we catch our breath.
Eden doesn’t move for a long moment, her face pressed into the lush green blankets, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.
“Eden?” I reach for her. “Saevúra, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she whispers, but her voice is thin. “I just… I need—”
She reaches up for us, searching blindly.
I catch her fingers, bringing them to my lips. “What do you need, mí’aelvára?”
She lifts her head just enough to look at me.
“I need you inside me,” she breathes. “N-not like before. I’m so tired, Sage. I just need to feel you. And then I can fall asleep.”
She needs us, Ashán murmurs, her heat won’t let her rest without it.
“Of course, ílyen.” I help her onto her back. “Whatever you need.”
I settle between her thighs.
“Just you,” she whispers. “Just like this. Slow.”
I line myself up, and she’s so wet that I slide inside in one smooth glide, walls fluttering around my length as I sink to the hilt. Her eyes flutter closed, and a soft sigh escapes her.
“Better?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“So much better,” she murmurs, already half-asleep. “Don’t move, Sage. Stay just … like … this.”
She just needed to be filled, Ashán rasps. Her heat is satisfied with us inside her.
The desperate edge to her scent is fading.
I gather her close, hooking her leg around my hip and rolling us onto our sides so she’s tucked against my chest.
“Sleep, ílyara,” I whisper against her hair. “We’ve got you. We won’t pull out.”
“Love you,” she mumbles.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
“I love you, too,” Ashán murmurs.