Kayden thrusts twice, then comes with a harsh moan, hot spurts filling my mouth, his free hand gripping my hair tight.
Then—stillness. Only panting breaths and slick skin.
My body sings with aftershocks. Asher holds me steady, while Kayden pulls out and presses a kiss to my shoulder, his voice just a murmur. "You're ours now. No backing out, wife."
I laugh, breathless. "You're not exactly giving me an escape route."
Asher pulls me back into his chest, arms wrapping around me from behind. Kayden settles in front of me, brushing his fingers along my jaw.
The bond is sealed. We're tethered. But something lingers. A thread still loose.
"I need you to do one more thing," I whisper, voice hoarse from pleasure.
Asher's hand tightens around my waist. Kayden shifts beside me.
"Whatever you need," Asher says.
"Just say the word," Kayden murmurs, his knuckles brushing my jaw.
"I want you to bite me. Draw blood."
Kayden blinks. Then looks away, like the want is too strong to show. Asher's brows lift, studying me, eyes gleaming brown gold in the low light.
"Are you sure?" Asher asks quietly.
"Yes, I feel it. Like it's the last piece that needs to settle."
There's a pause. Then Kayden gives a sharp, eager grin. "You don't have to ask me twice."
They move in at once, one on each side, shadows and heat, breath and teeth.
I tilt my head back, baring my neck, trusting them more than I've ever trusted anyone. My pulse flutters from a fierce kind of anticipation, a desire so deep it radiates through my bones.
Asher's hand cradles the back of my head. Kayden's fingers slide along my collarbone. Their mouths lower in perfect sync, lips brushing each side of my throat.
Then… twin stings.
Their fangs sink in together. My breath stutters.
Pain flashes, but it's eclipsed instantly by the rush, the pull of something ancient and electric. My blood flows into them, and something flows back like a tether beyond flesh.
My vision shimmers. My body trembles. This is not just sealing a marriage, but sealing a promise: I am theirs, and they are mine.
They drink in tandem. Slow, savoring, not taking too much, only what's meant to be shared. When they pull back, I sway, dizzy but grounded. Their mouths are red-stained, fangs retreating. Their eyes glow brighter than I've ever seen.
Kayden licks the corner of his mouth. "God, sunshine. You taste like sin and springtime."
Asher kisses the wound he made. "And you're ours. Now more than ever."
I stay between them for a long, peaceful moment.
When the dusk begins to fall outside, none of us speak. We move as one.
We're ready.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sage
