CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 130. THEIR SANCTUARY

Roxanne’s knot had barely softened when the hunger returned, a relentless fire in her blood that refused to be quenched. As the thick swell slipped free, Vivianne gasped at the sudden emptiness, only to moan when Roxanne’s shaft, still hard, still aching, thrust back inside before the first trickle of seed could escape.

"Again?" Vivianne panted, though her legs are already tightening around Roxanne’s waist.

"Again," Roxanne growled, carrying her out of the pool in a cascade of water, their bodies still joined.

Torchlight painted their dripping skin in gold as Roxanne strode toward the bed, Vivianne cradled against her chest. With every step, Roxanne rolled her hips, driving shallow, teasing thrusts into her omega’s slick heat.

Vivianne clung to her neck, whimpering as the alpha’s shaft dragged against overstimulated nerves, each movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her trembling body. She automatically move her hips upside down following the same rhythym of her alpha’s movement.

"Gods—Roxanne—" She arched as they reached the bed, but Roxanne didn’t lay her down. Instead, she turned, bracing Vivianne’s back against the carved bedpost, the wood cool against her flushed skin.

"Hold on," Roxanne commanded, gripping Vivianne’s thighs as she began to move in earnest.

The angle will be deeper like this, Roxanne’s shaft spearing into her without giving her a break. Water still dripped from their hair, their bodies, pooling on the silken sheets beneath them. Vivianne’s breath came in ragged gasps as Roxanne keep moving inside her, pushing her against the post, the wood biting into her back with each powerful thrust.

"Look at you," Roxanne snarled, her voice rough with possession. "Dripping for me—still so tight—"

Vivianne moaned harder in reply, her fingers tangling in Roxanne’s damp hair as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter. She’s already oversensitive, her body still fluttering from the first claiming, but Roxanne’s relentless pace left no room for resistance.

"Come for me again," Roxanne demanded, her teeth grazing Vivianne’s throat. "Let me feel you."

Vivianne obeyed with a cry, her climax crashing over her like a wave, her nails scoring down Roxanne’s shoulders. Roxanne followed moments later, her roar muffled against Vivianne’s skin as she spilled inside her once more, her hips stuttering with the force of her release.

They slumped together against the bedpost, their breathing ragged in the quiet chamber. Roxanne’s arms tightened around Vivianne, holding her close even as she softened inside her.

Vivianne laughed weakly, her forehead resting against Roxanne’s. "The servants will gossip for weeks. They’re outside the door, you know?"

Roxanne kissed her, slow and deep. "Let them."

She tried to relax after hearing Roxanne’s last words, but then Vivianne just realize that her alpha wife is still hard and waiting. She stared at Roxanne once again, who’s still hard and not yet came.

Her mouth open in disbelief, "you’re still hard?"

"One more, I promise." Roxanne said as Vivianne’s thighs trembled when her wife lowered her onto the silken sheets, her body still pulsing around her alpha’s hard shaft.

The moment her back met the bed, she gasped as Roxanne pushed her hard shaft back inside her, "one more."

"Gods," Vivianne breathed, her hands scrambling against the sheets as Roxanne braced herself above her. "You—you haven’t..."

Roxanne’s answering grin was all teeth. "Did you think I was done?"

Before Vivianne could reply, Roxanne moved.

She withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip teasing at Vivianne’s entrance, before slamming back in with a force that stole the breath from Vivianne’s lungs. The bedframe rattled with each thrust, the sound mingling with Vivianne’s cries as Roxanne pinned her down, her hips driving in a relentless rhythm.

"You take me so well," Roxanne growled, her voice rough with lust. Her hands gripped Vivianne’s hips, fingers bruising as she pulled her omega harder onto her cock. "Even after all this time—look at you—"

Vivianne is a mess now, her skin flushed, her hair fanned out in damp tangles, her thighs slick with a mix of seed and arousal. But she didn’t care anymore, if Roxanne wanted to ruin her, so be it. She arched into every thrust, her nails raking down Roxanne’s back as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter.

Roxanne’s pace never faltered. She thrust into Vivianne like a starved alpha, her shaft dragging against every sensitive inch inside her. Vivianne could feel the telltale swell of Roxanne’s knot forming again, stretching her wider with every passing second.

"Your highness—!" she moaned loudly and can feel Roxanne getting more relentless in her moving as her body tightening in warning.

Roxanne’s breath hitched. "Come for me," she ordered, her voice a dark promise. "Then take my knot again."

The command sent Vivianne spiraling. Her climax crashed over her with a force that left her gasping, her body clamping down around Roxanne’s knot in desperate waves. Roxanne groaned, her rhythm faltering as Vivianne’s tight heat milked her toward her own release.

With a final, brutal thrust, Roxanne buried her knot deep, locking them together once more. Her roar echoed through the chamber as she came, her seed spilling into Vivianne in hot pulses, filling her to the brim.

Vivianne whimpered, overstimulated and full, but she clung to Roxanne as the alpha slumped atop her, their sweat-slick bodies pressed together. Slowly, Roxanne’s knot began to soften, her cock finally slipping free as exhaustion claimed them both.

The alpha nuzzled Vivianne’s throat, her breath warm against her mating mark. "As promised," she murmured.

Vivianne laughed weakly, her fingers trailing through Roxanne’s damp hair. "You’re unbelievable," she whispered. But her smile is fond, her body sated, as she pulled her alpha closer.

-

Roxanne truly needed the release. The tension that had been coiling in her since she received the news about what will be coming to their shore, the fear, frustration, her citizen, had finally loosened its grip. Her mind felt lighter, her heartbeat steadier, and the fog behind her eyes began to clear.

Now, with morning creeping quietly through the enchanted veil of their private sanctuary, she lay on her side, one arm wrapped protectively around Vivianne’s waist. Her omega slept deeply, utterly unmoving no matter how gently Roxanne shifted. It made her smile, a rare, soft curve that appeared only in moments like this.

Vivianne’s breathing is slow and peaceful. Her lashes brushed her cheeks like dark fans, her silver hair spilling over the pillows in a shimmering cascade. The marks Roxanne left, kisses along her throat, faint impressions of her hands on her hips, glowed subtly with the remnants of shared heat and bond. They aren’t harsh, just an echoes of passion from a night neither of them had bothered to restrain.

She really exhausted herself, Roxanne thought, brushing a knuckle along Vivianne’s cheek. And then, with a quiet huff of amusement, "I might have been a little too intense." She muttered to herself.

The room is warm, saturated with the mingled scent of their pheromones, sweet omega heat tempered by rich alpha musk, all softened by the lingering perfume of jasmine. It created a room of intimacy, a sanctuary where only the two of them existed, the rest could wait.

Roxanne shifted closer, pressing her forehead gently against Vivianne’s temple. "You really saved me," she whispered.

From the first time they met, Roxanne remembers it clearly, at how beautiful, extraordinary, yet fragile Vivianne was. And she had been the only omega who could withstand her relentless rut without fear. Others trembled, recoiled, or worse, broke after. But Vivianne stepped toward her instead of away.

She had been Roxanne’s salvation long before either of them realized it. She can balance her overwhelming power.

Now, as dawn began to slip into the hidden sanctuary, casting soft gold against the canopy and the pool, Roxanne lay beside her wife, watching the slow rise and fall of Vivianne’s breath. Her omega slept deeply, curled against her chest, hair tangled, cheeks flushed from exhaustion and warmth. Roxanne could still feel faint tremors in Vivianne’s scent, the sweet, mellow softness of an omega’s lingering heat, and the comforting imprint of their bond.

Roxanne gently brushed a strand of hair away from Vivianne’s face. Everything about Vivianne softened her rough edges. Her presence always had.

Ruts that once tormented Roxanne to the point of madness now felt bearable, grounded, because Vivianne could calm her with a single touch, a single whisper. Even in Roxanne’s most volatile form, the one shaped by her demon and werewolf blood, Vivianne had reached out, unshaken, and Roxanne had followed that touch to ground her and keep her sane.

"My omega," she thought, pulling Vivianne a little closer. "My anchor."

Her head felt clearer now, the throbbing heat that overwhelmed her through the night ebbing at last. The fog in her instincts receded enough for her to simply feel, not the rut, not the frenzy, but the warm certainty of having Vivianne in her arms.

Roxanne pressed a soft kiss to Vivianne’s hair.

"I love you dearly," she murmured. "My Vivianne, my wife, my omega, my luna, and the mother of my daughter."

As dawn finally brushed gold across the room, Roxanne held Vivianne closer, letting herself breathe in the quiet, knowing that whatever storm approached their shores.