Safe In His Arms Book Novels & Stories

~ LAYLA ~ My eyes open and I realise I’m enveloped in a warm embrace, strong arms are wrapped around me protectively. One arm is draped over me, my breasts are pressed against his forearm as his hand rests on my shoulder. The other arm is under my head, bent so his hand is resting upon my head. The heat of the body behind me is comforting; the deep, heavy breathing a soothing lullaby. In the arms of someone I don’t really know, I feel safe.

My arms wrapped tightly around his body while sobs tore from my throat. It had felt so real. Too real. I buried my face against his chest, trembling violently. Kael immediately tightened his hold around me. “You’re safe,” he murmured softly. One of his hands slid slowly up and down my back in soothing strokes while the other cradled the back of my head protectively. “You’re safe now.” His scent and the warmth of his body surrounded me completely, making me feel strangely safe and protected. “I’m here,” he continued quietly. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

Each one sent a jolt of panic through me. For the first time in weeks, no hand struck me, no pill was forced down, no staged smile hovered over me. For the first time in weeks, I was not in immediate danger. Yet safety felt more terrifying than violence. Safety could vanish. Safety could betray. I curled tighter around the case, whispering to myself. “Do not trust him. Do not trust anyone.” But as the hours bled forward, I could not silence the memory of his arms catching me, his voice shielding me from the crowd, his chest steady against mine when everything else tilted.

I know he probably wants this as much as I need it, but he hesitates. “Please?” I whisper and with that, he moves closer, reaching out and plucking me from the ground. He moves back to his spot with me in his arms, placing me in his lap. I spin, turning to face him fully as my legs slide over his, straddling him. It’s intimate, but not in a sexual way, in a way that feels…like us. Feels safe. “Hold on,” He whispers into my ear as I lean in and he wraps me in his safe arms. “Hold on with everything you got, pet.”

I sat with my back straight because I was trying my best to control my emotions and to block away from the past bad memories. Scooping me in his arms, he made me lie on him. His one arm was holding me while the other was rubbing my back gently. My chin was resting on his chest. I really hate showing my weak side to anyone. He sensed it. Because his strong arms took me in a tight embrace and his firm but gentle voice told her "It's okay sweetheart. You're safe here, with me. I will protect you, okay. You are mine now and I'm yours."

I needed— Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, locking me in place. A strangled cry tore from my throat as I thrashed against the grip, my body fighting on instinct, pure terror surging through my veins like fire. No, no, not again—I wouldn’t be held down, I wouldn’t be trapped—I wouldn’t— “Shhh,” a deep voice murmured in my ear, calm and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. “You’re safe. It’s just a storm.” I fought harder, my nails digging into the arms that held me. The grip tightened but remained careful, unyielding but not cruel. There was no pain, no malice. Just warmth, firm and unwavering.

"Are you okay?" He asked; his voice calm and soft. He cupped my face and just by asking me that question tears welled in my eyes. His face fell as he saw my distress and he hugged me, burying my face in his neck. As his arms wrapped around me, tears flowed more freely. At that moment, there in his arms, I felt safe. Safe to cry and not be rejected. Safe to relax and let out my pain. I felt warm and embraced on every level of myself. I had cried before, but this time, I let myself cry until I felt spent. His arms felt like security right then. They felt like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer on a cold day.

But as I felt his arms around me, I felt safe. The embrace was warm and comforting, like a soft blanket on a cold night. His arms were strong, yet gentle, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythm soothing me like a lullaby. As he held me, I could feel the tension leaving my body, my muscles relaxing into his embrace. I felt safe and protected, as nothing could ever harm me. At that moment, I knew I would be okay.

Security. She circled the bed and plopped down beside me. As I turned away from her, ashamed of my thoughts and the fact that she had seen me in this state, I felt her arms slide around my waist. Her face was nuzzling my neck as she held me tight. She made me feel safe with just a simple gesture such as telling me that I was alright or coming after me no matter how many times I pushed her away. In her arms I sensed the sort of safety that I longed for, but never thought would reach.

I leaned forward, resting my head softly against his chest, against the warmth of him, and let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “But right now,” I whispered, “here in your arms... I feel safe. Safer than I’ve ever been. And there’s no wolf coming to take me away.” His arms wrapped around me instantly, holding me like I was something fragile, something worth protecting. And for the first time in a long time, I believed I was. I closed my eyes, sinking into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and in that moment, I let myself breathe. Follow me on I,. g authormiragreen