Page 23 of Scent of Sanctuary
I hate that the safe option isn’t the most viable one but it’s a choice Seraphina has to make in the end. “What’s the healthy option?”
Victoria’s voice softens. “Seraphina, I need your consent to speak bluntly. There’s no use for tact in this situation.”
I glance down, Seraphina’s blush deepening. “Go ahead and say it.”
“Thank fuck. Look, Alpha, Alphas? I don’t know who either of you but if you’re in her space, this means she trusts you. She needs a knot. More than anything. She also needs nutrients most Omegas get from their Alphas. She’s touch-starved and she’s gonna be a beautiful Omega in heat.”
Ambrose leans forward, his voice twinged with the same confusion I’m feeling. “Nutrients?”
Victoria doesn’t hesitate. “Your cum. A lot of it. Seraphina, that needy part of you is your Omega telling you what you need. I have no idea how it is to be an Omega or to go through what you have, but listen to your instincts. You’ll feel so much better.”
Seraphina’s face burns, her hands covering her cheeks as she whispers, “And what if I can’t?”
“Then lots of cold showers, compresses, and make sure the house is set below 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Men, make sure she has her favorite foods, keep her distracted and comfortable. Whatever route she chooses, make sure you listen to her. Seraphina, I’m one call away if they try anything stupid.” She quickly says her goodbyes after making sure we understand, leaving us in a slightly awkward silence.
Seraphina’s bright red, trying to hide her face in my chest while I just stare at Ambrose, a little lost. We only want what’s best for her but now my mind is currently running every fantasy I’ve had over the years and it takes all of my self-control to not let my Alpha instincts take over.
Seraphina
“What’sgoingoninthat pretty head of yours, sweetheart?”
With the heat haze gone, I’m completely aware that I’m all but naked under a towel, being held but two, gorgeous Alphas that smell delicious. It’s a strange torture because the only thing holding me back is myself. Not to mention that Victoria really didn’t hold back. I’ve always known that an Alpha’s presence, their knot, and their cum is good for an Omega but it’s never something I thought I had access to.
And now that I do, my Omega is kicking her feet up, wondering when we’re going to get a taste.
Which just has my cheeks burning hotter at the image of me on my knees, my lips stretched around Callum’s cock as he…
No.
None of that.
“There’s so many things to think about,” I finally push out. I realize I don’t want to think, don’t want to make choices, my Omega clawing for control. For years, this house and this life just worked. Lyle came over for late-night ice cream and movies. Callum stopped by at odd hours, keeping me company during my shifts. Ambrose took me on adorable video dates and then brought me little trinkets as if I had actually been there with him. It was perfect.
And now everything is changing.
Because I don’t just want them anymore. Ineedthem but the thought they might leave afterward is killing me. My Omega already wants to attach herself to these men, to claim them as pack, to weave their scents into my nest forever, but I’m not sure I can.
Callum twists me around so that I’m facing Ambrose now, the Alpha kneeling beside Callum. His hazel eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen him, a stark contrast to his usual persona. “Hey, I’m gonna speak on behalf of Callum and Lyle for a second, okay? You are so fucking precious to us, more than you know. And we would be honored to share your heat, Seraphina. I don’t care what time it is or how small you think it is—whenever you need us, you call. You are ours to protect, always.”
That just seems too easy because our usual dynamic is now… this. Me being needy and them giving me everything. And of course, I decide to blurt out the most embarrassing thing I can think of. “So, if I just leaned over and sucked Ambrose’s cock into my mouth, none of you would have a problem?”Kill. Me. Now.
Ambrose tilts his head, heat flaring in his expression, a small growl coming from. My Omega responds, a flood of slick coating my inner thighs, a whimper following. Embarrassment crashes over me and I push to my feet, mumbling, “Panties,” before stumbling toward my room. “This is so inconvenient,” I mutter, shutting the door behind me.
I can’t get dressed fast enough, grabbing my heat panties—ones I never really had to use before but I’m glad for them now. I glance over at the mess in my nest, realizing that I have a few loads of laundry ahead of me as well because as much as I love Ambrose’s scent, crunchy sheets are not for me.
Stuffed in a pair of leggings and a loose shirt, I head back out into the living room and sit between them. “What now?” It was so much easier when my heat wasn’t a topic of discussion. Now, I’m not sure what to do. Do we just do all the normal things? Do I only call them over for heat spikes?
Callum snorts, lightly tapping my thigh. “Sweetheart, I can hear you thinking. Nothing else has to change. Movies, dinners, all of that? Still on the table. It’s just that we’re also available to help you during your heat, okay?”
That makes it a little easier, Ambrose stealing my attention. “I know it’s usually a thing with you and Lyle but I’ve got a movie marathon that needs watching.” He wiggles his brows, pulling a laugh from me as I agree.
Callum stands to stretch, his broad frame towering over the couch. The audible crack of his back and the following grunt has me biting the inside of my lip to keep from moaning. Why does my Omega find that hot? He’sjuststretching. “I’ll grab the hair dryer, because apparently your Alpha doesn’t know how to truly take care of you.” He shoots Ambrose a playful smirk, and Ambrose throws him a finger.
Callum disappears down the hall to the bathroom, Ambrose twisting toward me to catch my full attention. “I want to try something with you, okay? Whenever it’s too much or it’s overwhelming or whatever it is, I want you to tell me with a word. I want you to pick one word and one gesture that tells me to remove you from whatever the situation is. I don’t care if it’s just a brief touch or if I or one of the others is about to knot you. I will stop, all the same.”
He’s giving me control, a way out, even in my heat, even when my Omega’s begging. “I don’t know.”
“How about colors?” he suggests, his eyes searching mine. “Red is stop, yellow is slow down or pause, and green is that you’re doing okay or to keep going.”
