“Okay, okay, I’ll hold on to you. No need to worry, Sugar. I got you.”
It’s a bit awkward, but I manage to maneuver us into the golf cart with her sitting on my lap, her legs resting across the bench.
“Everything will be alright,” I murmur into her hair.
I’m saying those words to reassure her, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was also trying to reassure myself.
As I carry her into my bedroom and lay her onto the nest, she clings to me when I try to stand.
“Don’t go!” She whimpers.
Her legs curl up to her chest as she lets out a gasp of pain.
“I have to go get Griffin to help, Sugar. I’ll be right back.”
Her eyelids flutter open, her glazed eyes landing on me.
“It hurts.”
“I know, Sugar. I know.”
“Help me, please.” She lifts her hips off the bed, pressing her thighs together like she’s desperate for stimulation.
With a groan of frustration, she shoves weakly at the panties on her hips, pushing them down her legs and baring herself to me.
“Please,” she groans with frustration as the fabric gets stuck past her knees.
I swallow hard before dragging them the rest of the way down her legs.
“Rowan, it hurts,” she sobs, her hand desperately reaching down and cupping between her legs as she tries to give herself some relief. “Help me... please...”
Dr. Stetson’s words float through my head again.
You have the power to help her, even though you’re a beta. She trusts you.
I can help her.
Her slick glistens between her thighs, even in the low light as I reach between her silky smooth skin and rest my hand above hers. Her fingers work inside her, her hips shifting desperately.
A startled gasp leaves her lips as she throws her head back when I gently peel her hand away from her flesh and replace it with my own, sliding a finger into her warm, wet heat.
A groan vibrates through my chest at the sensation.
She grinds her pussy down onto my hand as a signal for more, and I quickly slide a second finger inside of her, curling them upwards and towards myself while I press down on her lower belly to try to help with the cramps.
She thrashes under my hold, gripping the soft blankets underneath her.
“Does that feel good, Sugar?” I ask, my voice low as I set a steady rhythm before rotating my hand so I can press my thumb against her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She chants, her eyes screwed shut.
“God, you’re fucking stunning, do you know that?” I growl, my eyes roving over her sweat slicked body. Her tits heave with her heavy breaths, spilling past the neckline of her bra.
I lean over her body, bracing myself as I hover over her. Myhand works inside of her, keeping that steady rhythm that has her falling apart in my hands, her keening cries growing more desperate.
“That’s it, Sugar. Let yourself fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”
I tug her bra down and suck her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing against the sensitive bud.
