Page 20 of Scent of Sanctuary
I drag myself to my nightstand, several things falling to the floor before I find my vibrator, a knotted dildo that’s just on the edge of being too large. I can’t get it inside of me fast enough, another cry tearing from my throat as a violent orgasm barrels through me.
To my horror, it’s not enough.
Shaky fingers send a text to the group chat, to the only men that can save me from this pain.
Help.
Ambrose
Jake’stellingsomestoryabout his dog chewing his boots and I toss in a jab about his shitty training skills, earning a round of chuckles. The banter’s easy but my mind’s not here. It’s on Seraphina, her shy giggles from our video call earlier, her promise to see me later with those fairy lights for her nest. I grimace, a sudden pain in my chest stealing my attention. I rub at it but it feels more internal, almost as if it’s not entirely mine but I shove it down, grinning as Jake flips me off.
Callum’s over by the truck, talking to the chief, the tension in his shoulders telling me he’s probably going over tomorrow’s drills. When the pain in my chest worsens, my instincts have me realizing that I’m not feelingmebut someone else. It happens occasionally with Lyle but I know for a fact he’s dead to the world.Seraphina.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I fish it out, expecting a meme from Lyle or some update from the group chat. It’s a text from Seraphina, one word:help. My heart stops, my smile disappearing, Jake’s voice disappearing in the background.
Something’s wrong, bad wrong.
A small growl escapes me as I pop out of my seat and stride toward Callum. The discomfort in my chest is a fucking vice now and I can’t shake the image of her in some awful predicament she can’t get out of. The moment I get to Callum, I can see his jaw pulled tight, the tension from the same pain in my chest. We’re both somehow connected to Seraphina without a physical bond—only further proving that she’s ours.
I don’t even have to say anything as Callum turns to me, his eyes nearly black with a mixture of fear and need to protect her. “Anything she needs,” Callum growls. “Anything.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice as I squeeze his arm and take off toward the truck. I speed down the road, the small town blurring past, my hands gripping the wheel tight enough that my knuckles have turned white. I’m chewing my lip ring hard enough for the skin around it to bleed, the taste of copper coating my tongue but none of that matters.
I call her, once, twice, three times, each unanswered ring twisting the vice in my chest tighter. On the fourth try, she picks up, a squeal of distress rips through the earpiece, like she’s being torn apart. “Angel, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Desperation bleeds through my words as another whine fills my ears.
“It hurts,” she manages, another small, raw sound following, cutting me to the bone. I’m almost at her apartment, the tires screeching as I pull into the lot and throw the car into park. “I’m here, Fi,” I say, bolting out, my phone still pressed to my ear. “I’m coming in.”
“No spray,” she gasps through the earpiece and I frown, confused. No descenter? “No time,” she cries out, the sound lengthening, a mixture of gasps and a deep moan following.
I hang up and rush inside, kicking off my shoes and then step into the living room. Her scent hits me like a wave, a syrupy mix of berries and summer hitting me all at once. Those little sounds draw me closer to her nest where her heat scent is the strongest, the most beautiful scene unfolding before me.
Seraphina’s on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air as a pink knotted dildo sticks out of her pussy, vibrating with an intensity that can’t be comfortable. Her legs glisten with slick and her release, her face twisted up in agony and need, my gorgeous Omega reaching for me when she realizes I’m here.
My heart breaks for her as I rush forward, gently removing the vibrator and then draw her into my lap. “I’ve got you angel. Fuck, I’ve got you.”
She lifts her head, her deep blue eyes glassy, tears streaking down her face, her hair plastered to her forehead, damp with sweat. “Just don’t hurt me, okay?” she whispers, her voice small.
“Never. I’d never hurt you, Fi. I’m here, whatever you need.”
It’s nearly impossible to wait for her to lead, my cock pressing against the seam of my pants, begging to be let free. My nostrils flare at her scent, my Alpha wanting to drag her beneath me and knot her pussy before claiming her as mine.
Her entire body is trembling against mine, an embarrassed cry filtering past her lips as slick seeps through my pants. “Let me just get my pants off, okay?” I press a kiss to her forehead, the way she digs her fingers into my shirt making it impossible to move her off my lap. Instead, I have to lean back and shimmy my pants down my thighs, my boxers going next. I guide her to straddle my cock, hoping she’ll tell me what happens next.
But she’s too out of it, her body limp against my chest, her head lolling against my shoulder, her breaths shallow. Even as much as I want to just thrust up into her, I need her consent. I need to know she’s with me. I cup her tear stained cheeks, tilting her head up just enough to meet my gaze. “Angel, look at me. Hey, there you are, pretty girl.” Her eyes flicker with recognition, focusing on me through the haze of her heat spike. “I need you to know I’m not gonna hurt you, but the only way to soothe this spike is to give you my knot.”
“Please,” she whispers, her hands clutching my shirt tighter.
I lean in, kissing her lips softly, tasting her tears and her wild berry scent, my purr deepening in response. “Do you need me to take over, sweet girl?”
“Please.”
I hum, letting my purr take over, a steady rumble in my chest, and wrap my arms around her, one hand on her lower back, the other guiding her hips. I lift her slowly, her slick easing the way, and bring her down onto my cock, inch by inch, watching her face for any discomfort.
She feels like heaven, everything I could ever dream up, and a small growl escapes me, pleasure and restraint warring inside of me. She’s perfect. I drive up into her with slow, steady strokes, holding her hips as she curls into my chest, her face buried against me.
Her little moans spill out with each thrust, and they’re everything, a melody I’d live for, die for. “I got you, Fi,” I murmur, my lips brushing her hair.
Her moans grow louder, her hips twitching as her Omega takes, her pussy clenching around me, her body chasing relief. My knot swells against her entrance, the pressure building, but I focus on her. “You’re doing so good, angel,” I purr. “So perfect for me, for us.”
