Page 29 of Scent of Sanctuary

Lyle sighs, his expression softening as he places a hand on my foot, massaging the sole gently. “Were you cooking or was the stove on?”

“No. I wasn’t anywhere over there. That’s what is so weird. None of it makes sense.” A sob tears from my throat, weariness coursing through me, the strain of today pushing me to sleep even as the heat in my belly grows. I have the worst luck in the world.

Callum murmurs something in my ear about taking care of everything at the same time a cramp tears through me, a whimper falling from my lips. Slick pools between my thighs as I curl up in his lap, even more embarrassed than I was five minutes ago. I’m going to have a very stern conversation with my Omega about reading the room because this is inconvenient.

“Where do you want us, sweetheart?” Callum asks as he presses a kiss to my ear.

A shudder runs down my spine and I shift in his lap, repeating in my head that these men won’t hurt me. That they’re safe, that they’remine.

And for some reason, that’s all it really takes to get my Omega fully on board.

They’re mine.

Ambrose clicks his tongue, drawing my gaze to him. “You have your colors, angel. Take what you need and we’ll make you feel good. You just tell us when it’s too much or not enough, okay?”

I manage a nod as another cramp threatens to ruin me, my fingers fumbling with the button on Callum’s pants. Frustration bleeds through me as I scoot off his lap and raise my ass in the air, my pussy clenching around nothing. The moment his cock springs from his pants, I lean forward to taste him, groaning as his scent explodes in my mouth.

“Sweetheart, as much as I’d love to have your mouth on me—Jesus Christ—you need a knot to make the pain go away.”

I can’t seem to pull away and crawl back onto his lap, rough hands settling on my lap and slowly dragging me backward. I moan at the loss until there’s a cock filling me, Ambrose nibbling on my ear as he spears up into my pussy. My head falls back against his chest, my arms wrapping around my chest as he guides me.

But it’s not enough.

My lips part as my gaze falls back on Callum’s cock, this moment distracting me from the very real possibility that someone is out to get me.

“Baby girl, do you need more?”

My gaze flicks over to Lyle, his cock sticking out of his pants, his hand slowly stroking his length. I nod, wanting his taste too, even as Ambrose thrusts up into me, owning my pleasure. Lyle drags his hand along his cock a few more times, gathering up precum and then lifting his fingers to my lips. I greedily suck them into my mouth, my lids falling closed as my Omega hums with pleasure.

Too soon, his fingers are gone but then Callum is there, letting me lick his palm clean.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, pretty girl,” Ambrose hums in my ear. “The way you’re taking all three of us. Angel, you’re perfect for us. Made for us.Ours.”

His words have my Omega preening with pride as I continue tasting my Alphas, Ambrose thrusting up one last time. A small cry tumbles from my lip as I come, his knot swelling inside of me, his release filling me in spurts, his purr rumbling through his chest. The other two join in until it’s just a chorus of Alphas purring for me, the pleasure surging through me taking over completely.

The only thing I remember as sleep drags me under is my very own claim—one I’ve been too scared to say for years.

“Mine.”

Seraphina

I’mnolongerinthe closet when I wake up but the room is much darker than it was earlier. Callum’s wrapped around me, his arm heavy across my waist, his breath steady against my neck. The initial terror of the fire has faded, Lyle on my other side, his hand resting on my hip. I’m in one of their shirts and I smell like Lyle’s body wash, which means they bathed me at some point, their care a quiet promise I don’t remember but feel in my bones.

I don’t remember moving from the closet, but I’m here, safe, surrounded, and it’s enough, almost. I sit up a little, Lyle and Callum moving with me. Callum’s voice is rough with sleep when he speaks. “How you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, his hand stroking my arm.

Lyle’s hand tightens on my hip, his green eyes searching mine. “You okay, Fi?”

No doubt he’s asking because my Omega took over completely at some point. “Mostly. I slept well, though. So, there’s that.” I force a smile onto my face, Callum leaning in to run his nose along my temple. A few days ago, I would be terrified of what that meant but right now I’m craving it. Lyle leans in on the other side, mirroring the same motion, my body thrumming with energy at the attention they’re giving me.

They aren’t touching me anywhere else, just offering a quiet comfort that’s my speed. And I love it. So damn much.

The door opens and Ambrose steps in, balancing heaping containers of food and a bottle of orange juice. I frown, my eyes catching his bare chest, the sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, the V of muscle making my mouth dry. Tattoos line the bare skin, creeping up his neck, his silky hair pulled back into a small ponytail. I kind of want to lick him.

“I grabbed some things from the diner,” he grins, setting the items down on the mattress.

I frown deeper, jealousy warring the rest of my emotions. “You went out like that?” I say, my eyes flicking to his bare torso. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt this emotion. Every time Ambrose has been at the store and someone has given him a second look, I growled like an animal. It’s embarrassing but I also don’t like anyone thinking they can have Ambrose.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Angel, no. I was fully clothed outside. However, the diner sucks ass and not everything was warm so I reheated it in the kitchen.” That’s enough to satisfy me as he starts opening the containers to reveal scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage.

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