Page 36 of Scent of Sanctuary

“Lyle?”

“Right here, baby.” He shuffles into view, his cock hard and leaking and just a few inches from my lips. I part them, greedy for a taste of him, Lyle chuckling as he inches forward to give me what I need.

Only when the tip of his cock presses to my tongue do I moan, Callum laughing as he pulls out and then spears back into my ass. Now, it’s enough. They use me for their pleasure while giving it back tenfold, Ambrose warning Callum that he’s close. I don’t understand what he’s saying until Ambrose thrusts up into my pussy, knot swelling, nearly trapping Callum in my ass.

My eyes widen as the stretch becomes almost painful, Callum pulling out and exploding across my cheeks, several ropes of cum covering my heated skin. Lyle isn’t far behind as he meets my gaze. “Color, baby girl.”

I don’t want to lose his cock, though, so I just reach up and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, encircling his knot to pull him closer. The tug is all he needs as he spills down my throat, my lids fluttering closed as my Omega purrs with contentment.

My body sags against Ambrose’s, a large hand massaging cum into my ass, Callum purring with excitement. “I like seeing you ruined by us, sweetheart. Jesus, you’re like our very own goddess to have and to hold.”

The haze that has stolen all my rational thought seems to have gotten a hold of Callum too, not that I mind, Lyle moving to lay next to me and draw me into a sweet kiss. “I think your heat just broke, baby girl. You feeling alright?”

“Mmmhm, sore, tired.Full.”

Lyle chuckles as Ambrose places a kiss to the top of my head. “Color?”

“Green–” My explanation gets cut off as I feel two fingers sink into my ass again, Callum pushing his cum back into me. I wriggle around at the overwhelming sensation, my pussy trying to strangle Ambrose’s cock. I barely manage to warn them before I come again, Ambrose flooding me with another release. “Mercy! Mercy, Callum,Alpha, please.”

Callum lets out a hearty, wholly Alpha sound as he falls to our other side, grinning at me like he won the lottery. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist.”

“Sleep. Lots of it. And then food, please.”

I’m nearly asleep when I hear Ambrose. “As long as it’s not Lyle’s cooking, I’m all for it.”

Seraphina

Asoftflurryofkisses pulls me from sleep, my Alphas’ lips brushing my cheeks, my forehead, my lips, their purrs a quiet chorus, a perfect melody. “Morning, Fi,” Lyle muses as he brushes my sweat soaked hair from my face. I’m still sprawled across Ambrose’s chest but his cock is no longer inside of me, the sticky situation of my nest starting to feel a little gross.

My nose scrunches up in disgust, Lyle chuckling as he gathers me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. “Time to get you cleaned up, baby girl.” I’m too tired to protest as he lovingly washes every inch of me before drawing me a bath, filled with mint and cucumber melon bubbles. “We’re going to get your nest cleaned up and get breakfast. Do you want one of us to stay with you?”

Strangely, I don’t. I need to process everything that happened and while I want to cling to them, I know that they’re just outside the door. “I think I’m okay,” I murmur as he kisses me again before heading out into the bedroom. He leaves the door ajar and I sink beneath the bubbles, allowing myself to relax after my first successful heat.

I never thought I’d have one. I never thought I’d have a loving Alpha either. Those last two days, what I can remember of it warms my heart and then I’m embarrassed, the memory of all three of them filling me at once making me sink even further into the water. No wonder my ass is sore.

And yet, still I realize that instead of horror or fear, I’m falling in love with them. A smile creeps onto my lips as I sift the bubbles through my fingers, about to lay my head back and relax when a new scent catches me off guard. A spark of sweetness weaving through my wild berry essence, like ripe raspberries and rose petals. It’s an added scent to mine, faint but there.

No.

No, no, no no!

I scramble from the tub on weak legs and rush back to the nest, glad that my Alphas aren’t in here. It takes me entirely too long to find my phone, the cold air rushing against my skin only making me panic more. “Victoria, something’s wrong. My scent, it’s different, sweeter, like berries and rose.”

“Seraphina, a sweetened twinge to an Omega’s scent doesn’t always mean you’re pregnant. I’m assuming that’s why you called. Honey, that scent doesn’t happen immediately, usually after a day or so. When was your heat?”

I realize I forgot to update her on everything but it’s too late to apologize for that now. “A few days ago. It just broke last night or this morning? I don’t know but I was taking a bath and I just… I was on birth control!” I can’t be pregnant. We just started falling together. We haven’t talked about children or what that would even look like for an Omega who can’t step outside. I would miss so many parts of their childhood. They would resent me, I know it.

“Deep breaths, Seraphina. I can hear you starting to spiral. There you go. Now, please have a seat somewhere. Are you sitting?” I mumble a yes and she continues. “There’s nothing that’s going to work one hundred percent, even less when you’re in heat. You know I’m with you every step of the way, but correct me if I’m wrong, the Alphas you shared a heat with are more than just delicious strangers?”

I nod, a sigh escaping at the inevitability. “Yeah, they’re… they’re my Alphas.”

“Then personally, not as your doctor, I think you should bring it up with them. If they truly love you, they will embrace all of you.”

My throat tightens, fear and hope tangling in my chest. “And professionally?”

“As your doctor, it’s your body,. You tell me what you want to do, and I’ll make sure it happens, and if I still need to come rescue you from them, I will.”

That makes me laugh even as I lay a hand on my belly, soap suds slipping down my body. I sure I seem a mess. Needing a few more moments to myself, I wander back into the bathroom and slip back into the tub, cradling the phone against my ear. “What do I do in the meantime?”

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