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Seraphina

The first day back at work is both terrifying and a comfort I didn’t know I needed. Everyone from the station called to welcome me back, including Jonah but now I’m trying to focus, curled up in the small chair Lyle bought for me so that I could feel comfortable during my shift. I snort at Lyle sprawled out like a starfish on his back on Ambrose’s bed, his light snores and soft scent adding to the calm of my morning.

I’ve only had to answer the phone about a missing cat and another about a welfare check. Leaning back in my chair, I wait for something to happen, startled when my cell rings with a video call from Ambrose.

“Look at this guy,” Ambrose muses, panning the camera to Callum, who’s holding up a purple shirt, his eyes rolling. “I told him he looks good in purple, but he’s telling me no.”

It’s a deep shade of violet, bringing out the golden tones in his dark skin but there’s just one problem that has me laughing. “Ambrose, you know I don’t like purple.”

Callum’s chuckles, setting the shirt back on the rack. “See? I told you! Our Omega doesn’t like purple, and you keep trying to put me in it.”

Ambrose groans. “Be nice to me or I’ll have Seraphina feed you mangoes. Hey, Angel, when are you cooking us dinner? Lyle threatened to make something recently.”

More laughter spills out and I giggle, in response. “If you bring groceries, I’ll do it tonight.”

“Sold!”

Ambrose and Callum start bickering over the next color as I wish them all the luck in the world. Ambrose promises to bring me something sweet as Callum yells that’s not fair. I hang up, settling back in my chair to finish up my sheet. Noon can’t come fast enough as I clock out and finally let myself breath amidst the heat growing in my belly.

A sharp pain tears through me, the cramp threatening to drag me onto the floor. My first thought is to burrow myself in my nest until I feel the familiar feeling of click coating my panties and soaking into my leggings. I grip the armrests as my hips rock forward, the sudden need for friction growing.

I nearly scream when a voice cuts through my mild panic. “Come here and take what you need, baby girl.”

“I didn’t know you were awake!”

Lyle’s propped up on his elbow, those brown eyes watching me as I stand up and head for the bed. “Couldn’t sleep with you smelling like that, baby girl. Come here.”

I swallow nervously, my gaze dipping to the obscene bulge in his shorts. I know I need a knot but the only thing I can think of is my lips around his cock, drinking in his taste, and falling apart untouched.