Page 134 of Inked in Bloom
“That depends… Will you use it for good or evil?”
“Both,” I say, leaning over and playfully nipping his bottom lip.
We infuse the soil with our magic and toss it back into the flower bed. Brushing the extra dirt off our hands, we jointhem together and watch our magic take root, large green stalks shooting up from the ground. The stems twist around each other and bulbs curve out from their tips. Closed for now.
There are cheers and a few grunts of approval. Roxy and Kendrick congratulate us and wander to where Cherri and Dani are covered in paint. There’s so much coating them that they almost don’t look naked, though they definitely are. My cheeks heat, and I turn back to Briar who is politely averting his gaze from his sibling’s claiming activities.
“Is it weird?” I ask, not sure what the etiquette is among Bloom families.
He sighs. “Not really. We’ve learned how to tune each other out and never speak of it at family functions.”
I gnaw at my bottom lip and try to decide what to do next.Do we bite each other and fuck right here or…
As if reading my mind, Briar reaches for the bucket and pulls out the tubes of paint.
He squeezes some of each color onto the palette, sits down, and draws my legs over his lap. Dipping his fingers into some green paint, he drags it in wavy lines from the top of my foot, up the front and sides of my lower legs. With any excess, he creates small leaves.
“All the paint is edible,” I say, a bit breathless at the sight of him shaping the petals of wildflowers.
“Nice touch, Dr. Tanner.”
“I was feeling inspired.” My eyes draw up his chest, and I take some pink paint, tracing a heart over his. It may not beat, but it’s no less full of love.
“Well, I do love nurturing your creative spark.” He chuckles.
Memories of our night in the greenhouse flood mymind. His body became my vivid masterpiece. My body became his. I wanted that again and more.
I palm the base of his shaft, and Briar groans, sitting back, his hand sinks into the circle of paints on the palette. At the end of my strokes, I gather his pearlescent droplets and begin teasing my nipple. I take his paint-stained hand and bring it to my other breast. He kneads the soft flesh, the paint cold and wet against my skin, until I’m whimpering.
Once I can’t wait any longer, I roll off him and onto my knees, stretching my arms in front of me as I give him my back, recalling the illustrations from my research.
Briar’s voice filters into my mind.“Someone’s eager to be claimed.”
“Presenting for my mate,” I say, arching my back and grinding against him for emphasis.
He drags a hand down my spine in cool streaks, then grips one side of my waist.
“Lift your hips higher and spread your knees.” He instructs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, then he scatters them like rose petals down my side. His finger trails up my thigh. “Let’s show them how slick you get for your mate.”
I stick my ass up and inch my knees outward, unfurling myself to Briar, the breeze, and the bystanders, my body throbbing with an empty ache. “Please, Briar.”
“You’re so perfect.” This time when his hand comes up the back of my thigh, it’s coated in paint. I jerk at the chill of it and his palm stops on the side of my hip.
“Look at them,” he says, repeating the motion on the other leg and bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “So turned on by the sight of you that they can’t help themselves.”
A dozen Blooms have moved closer, posted respectfullyoutside of our claiming bed, their faces hungrily watching. Fingers dip between legs, stroke themselves in their laps. One couple has even posed themselves like us: one harbinger presenting to her partner who waits behind her, ready to follow our lead. A wreath of flowers wraps around her waist, tethering a textured lilac dildo against her. It’s stunning, with petals falling from the tip, down its glistening shaft.
I whimper at the way she mimics Briar’s movements, tending to her partner. Our energies feed off one another, and the buzz that comes with knowing they are just as turned on by what we are doing as we are by them. She reaches around and massages her lover’s breasts, stimulating her nipples as Briar plays with mine.
“Do you like that?”My body warms, hips buckling the moment Briar’s tongue licks up my center.“Knowing they’re getting off on seeing you devoured by your mate.”
He laps at every inch of me, his hands gripping my waist as I wriggle.
“Mmm…” He hums against my sensitive flesh, the vibration making my body jerk, but he holds me steady.“You taste incredible.”
I gasp with each spear of his tongue. It’s so good, but with his cock inches away, I’m desperate to have him in all the ways I’ve imagined. My neck prickles at the vision of his teeth at my throat. “Show them I’m yours.”
“When I claim you, it will be with your lock wrapped around me.”My body clenches at his words. He takes my clit between his teeth, the twinge of pain twisting into ecstasy the moment he begins sucking.“Is that what you want?”
