Page 119 of Inked in Bloom
From the amount coating her, you’d think I’d be spent,but no—my dick is perked up, ready to hop right to it again. That’s the thing about mates, it’s never enough. We’re built to crave each other for eternity.
“I’m glad you think so because it’s all yours.”
Her attention flicks to the thick drop seeping down my tip, then back up to me.
“It’s…sweet?” Her brows crease a little in confusion.
“Is that not usual?”
“No.” She shakes her head, her eyes darting back and forth a moment. “It tastes like something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it…”
Her attention homes on the precum dripping eagerly from my slit.
If I wasn’t already dead, that first long lick of her tongue up my shaft would be the thing to do me in. She traces every line of ink along my veins. Thick lashes fan over her cheeks as she hollows them, taking me into her mouth. With each drag up and down my cock, her breasts sway, still coated in my cum.
My legs buckle, rooting me to the spot.
She’s covered in me, my scent, and the primal part of me that’s all feral need and instinct is aching to do it again. Anywhere she’ll let me. Then flip her onto her stomach and come inside her until her lock draws out every ounce of my release, filling my mate. Pleasing her.
I can’t even imagine surviving hours being locked inside her. A minute of Monroe’s mouth is ruinous. And from the glint in her stare, she knows it. Her pride shimmers through the bond while she watches me bow and break, thrusting between her lips like I’m begging to come for her.
Because I am.
A circle of her tongue and she takes me deep, swallowing around my tip. That mint-green gaze captures myevery shudder. She swallows again, and I come with a force I didn’t think possible. My cock spurts, and her throat massages my dick like a fucking dream until my eyes flutter and roll skyward.
“I figured it out.” She thumbs some cum off her chin and licks her lips.
I tilt my head down at her, chest heaving. “Figured out what?”
She moves to stand, and I help her up the rest of the way, supporting under her elbows.
Just when I think she couldn’t get any sexier, I spot the dirt caked on her knees. She brushes some of it off and glances at where another translucent drop slips from my tip. “What you taste like.”
“What’s the verdict?”
She swipes the shimmering bead and pops it between her lips, a grin spreading across her face. “Marshmallow creme.”
OCTOBER
NOVEMBER
48
BRIAR
Our weekly Radix meeting comes around, a time to go through quick updates on how spring is going in the southern hemisphere and anything that needs tending within Florezca. I report how the ceremony plans are progressing, and the rest of the leaders are pleased to hear Monroe’s ideas for the celebration. It’s hard to believe the claiming will take place in only a few weeks—not that I think about it much aside from helping organize.
“Time to reach out to our Blooms in preparation for the next seasonal changeov—” My mother’s voice hangs on the air, and we all drift our attention to the doorway where Fate stands. “Do you have an announcement?”
“Pretend I’m not here. I have minor business to attend to after you’re all finished.”
It’s near impossible to pretend Fate isn’t there. Everything about her presence is otherworldly, even as someone who grew up in this world. It doesn’t help that most of her visits tend to be afterlife altering. She doesn’t say anything, just stands off to the side while we talk through the last few items on the agenda before we’re dismissed.
“Briar, Dani,” Fate says, once we’ve gathered our things, “I need you two to stay for a moment.”
We shut the door behind the last Radix and meet Fate atthe table. None of us take a seat. The air is thick with unspoken tension. We aren’t delusional enough to believe something good could be the cause of her unexpected appearance at headquarters.
“What’s going on?” Dani asks.
