Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

"I would burn the world to ash before I let a single hair on your head be harmed, little bird." I couldn’t believe my ears. Moving with agonizing slowness so he wouldn't spook me again, he wrapped the thick, heavy warmth of his cloak around my shivering shoulders. He made sure the rich black fur completely covered the crying bundle in my arms. Then, ignoring my stiff, fearful posture, he slipped one massive arm under my knees and the other around my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I was caught off guard by his actions, but I melted into his embrace. I buried my face in his chest, letting his warmth and comfort wash over me. “I'll always support you,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against my ear. “You’re not alone.” His words flooded my body with warm jubilation, although they also plunged me into a state of mixed sorrow. I held onto him with everything as I gripped the fabric of his shirt like my life depended on it.

His arms wrap around me, making it hard for me to move. Then,... He smirks, murmuring to my ear, “Good morning.”

I winced and frowned at the handsome face as it slowly stirred. His eyes were still closed but he was panting less heavily. He heard his name again and then he gave a nod. His arms slid down to circle my waist and I was pulled into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my back, hugging me like a pillow, and I hugged him back. “You’re not… useless….” I swallowed and winced, and heard an exhale before a large, warm palm stroked the back of my head, combing my loose strands.

“So, we thought to make you show you how good you can feel with us.” I gasp as he wraps his arms around me, making me feel his big bulge against my ass. Oh, my Goddess.

His stubble is neatly trimmed today, and his dark hair is swept back as if he’s styled it for the first time. Those blue eyes simmer against mine with peaceful stillness. “Sorry,” he whispers. “Did I startle you?” My throat tenses. “I thought I was going to hit the ground.” “Never.” He drops his eye into a wink. “I’ve got you. Always.” For a moment, I forget his arm is wrapped around my back and the other under my legs. My hands grip his T-shirt tightly, and I eventually start to peel them away when I realize I’m safe and not about to break my back.

Like I belonged right here—in his arms, in the soft hush of early morning, wrapped in something I don’t have a name for yet. I breathe in slowly. He smells like warmth. Coffee and soap and a little bit of the cologne I once saw sitting forgotten in the bathroom cabinet. His arms are around me, one draped across my back, the other hand resting lightly on my hip. Protective. Strong. Still. I don’t move. I don’t want to wake him. I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

In my mind, he was nothing more than a contemptible dickhead. Yet in this very moment, it defies that thought. The warmth of Justin's embrace enveloped me, a comforting shield against the uncertainties of the world. In his strong arms, I found solace and reassurance—a tangible reminder that I was protected and cherished. The way he held me close spoke volumes, whispering secrets of security and safety that only our hearts could understand. As Justin's arms envelop me, a strange sensation stirs within. It's as if an invisible force within me yearns to forge a deeper connection with him.

He sniffs once, sharp and quiet, like he’s trying to swallow the whole storm down into his chest. I can’t hold back any longer. He’s unravelling right beside me, and every instinct screams at me to shield him, to take the weight before it crushes him completely. I shuffle closer, closing the space between us, and wrap my arms around his neck. His head bows into the curve of my shoulder without hesitation, and his massive arms come around my waist, pulling me into him like he’s drowning and I’m the air he needs.

A few inches enough for Mr Voss to lunge in and. Wrap me in a hug? I stilled, it took a minute for me to process the strong arms warping around me, his firm body pressing into mine, and his soft words he murmured into my hair “It's okay” he whispered, arms tightening around me. “It's okay. Don't cry.”