Page 35 of Scent of Sanctuary

“No, I just think he’s a desperate man looking for attention, and when Seraphina smiles at you, the entire world falls away. I just hate how insistent he is.”

Ambrose shrugs, an edge to his words despite the casual tone. “Maybe just have them meet? He knew Felix almost better than you.”

“Don’t give me that look, Ambrose. I’m not subjecting Seraphina to any more fucking craziness.” He shrugs again, a smirk tugging at his lips, and I chuckle, the tension easing for a moment. “You just wanted a reason to punch him in the nose or some shit, don’t you?”

Ambrose’s grin turns wicked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “If he looks at her wrong, I’d finally have a reason to do something about it.”

Laughter spills from me as I decide to make Ambrose pay for always trying to hurt someone. “No luring him into the house to get rid of him.” I open up my messages, focusing on the two pictures Lyle sent earlier and shove them in Ambrose’s peripheral view. “Although, apparently we missed quite the party.”

He groans, dangerously swerving to the right before correcting the car. “Jesus Christ, you can’t just show that to me. Did he come on her face? Holy shit, I need to drive faster.”

“What the fuck are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t fucking know but how are you going to show me that shit while I’m driving?”

I snort, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. “I just needed someone else to be as tortured as I was when Lyle sent those fucking pictures. God, she’s going to be fucking gorgeous during her heat and I can’t wait. It should hit in the next day or two.” I reach down to adjust myself, imagining as I knot her and soothe her cries while covering her in my scent.

All of this crazy shit with the fire and Jonah can wait until after that.

Seraphina

Asharpcramptwiststhrough my belly, wrenching me awake. I’m curled up against Lyle’s side, a fan on somewhere as the air blows cold against my back. Despite that, I feel like I’m on fire, slick pooling between my thighs, my heat surging with a ferocity that steals my breath. I let out a desperate whine, my body trembling as I shift, my Omega clawing for release. Lyle stirs, his voice rough with sleep. “Is it starting, baby girl?”

I nod, my fingers fumbling at the shirt Lyle changed me into after coming all over my face and then cleaning me up. The fabric feels like sandpaper on my skin, the need to be free of it causing me to panic. “Please, Lyle. Help.Please.”

He’s up in an instant, carrying me to my nest in the corner. I cling to him, my whines growing louder, calling for the others as Lyle helps me out of my shirt and settles between my thighs. “Focus on me, Fi. I got you,” he murmurs, already sliding into my wet heat. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as my back bows off the pillows, my other two Alphas rushing inside and shucking off their clothes.

I reach for them too, losing myself to my Omega as they murmur in my ear how soft and precious I am, that I’m perfect and needy in the best way. Lyle steals my attention as he picks up a pace, slowly dragging his cock

Lyle leans down to swallow my cries, his kisses all consuming as he thrusts one last time to knot me and I come around him, his cum spurting in thick hot ropes, filling me up. It’s not enough though as I search for something beside me, finding a thigh to dig my fingers into.

Why is he so far away?

My mouth parts to yell at Ambrose when two fingers meet my tongue, coated in their release. I hum around the digits, licking them clean before opening my mouth for more. My Omega is greedy, whining and demanding but I can’t get enough.

I’m already rocking my hips upward, driving Lyle’s knot deeper inside of me seconds before I come again. My lids start to slide shut, the heat soothed for the moment, Callum’s fingers running through my hair as Ambrose leans down to press soft kisses to my sweaty forehead.

The only thing I can do is purr for them before I fall asleep.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve woken up, drenched in sweat and slick, whimpering for another knot but one of my Alphas have always been right there, pulling me into their hold and filling me just the way I need. Callum keeps trying to get me to eat and Ambrose nearly drowned me when I dove for his cock rather than the cup of water he was handing me.

My heat’s going to break soon but there’s still that edge to the needy part of me, the one that needs more than just a knot. I want to be consumed, fully overwhelmed, the whine tearing from my throat arousing all three of them.

Ambrose rolls me onto his chest as I reach down to find his cock and position it toward my swollen pussy before sinking down on him. God, it feels amazing but I’m tired and my legs are cramping. I barely have enough energy to move but I need it.

Something unintelligible and garbled falls from my lips as I weakly rock back and forth, my nails digging into Ambrose’s chest.

“What do you need, Angel? I need your words. I don’t… you need more?”

I nod my head, relaxing slightly when I feel Callum come up behind me. His lips brush along my shoulder as he runs his fingers up along the back of my thigh, through the obscene amount of slick and cum. Then I find those fingers parting my cheeks and rimming my puckered hole before the tips slip inside.

A wanton moan tears from my throat as I rock back against the intrusion. If I wasn’t in heat, I’m sure I’d be way more apprehensive but I need all of them. I need to feel full and those fingers aren’t enough. Ambrose settles his hands on my hips, letting Callum dictate the speed as he nibbles on my shoulder.

“More,” I push out. “More!” Tears stream down my cheeks as I try to wriggle between them, Callum pumping into me a few more times as he readies me for something much thicker. By the fourth finger, tears are streaming down my cheeks as my pussy tries to suck Ambrose’s night inside of me. “Please,” I cry out.

“We’re trying not to hurt you, Angel. But god, you look so pretty like this–impaled on my cock and about to be filled with Callum’s. Breathe for me, sweet girl. There you go. Oh, he’s filling you now, isn’t he?”

I can’t even speak as Callum’s cock slips into my ass, the fullness stealing my breath. When he’s fully seated, I can hardly move, trapped between them, their knots fluttering against my ass and pussy, threatening to lock me here. It’s just on the edge of too much but there’s still one Alpha missing.

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