Page 55 of Rust the Rejected
“Well, fellas, my sub has need of her Dom. Thank you for witnessing our ceremony. Good night!”
They chuckle as I prowl towards my Little Girl to take her to my private suite upstairs. Sage, Signy, and Sasha scatter at my presence, chattering like little birds. I bend and dip my shoulder into my sub’s belly to lift her onto my shoulder. She squeals, and I spank both ass cheeks, cupping one to hold the fire inside. She gives in and hangs submissively.
Yeah, she’s a natural sub. And it will be my absolute carnal pleasure to draw her into my BDSM lifestyle.
CHAPTER19
Natalie
“Natalie!Sasha is in labor! Can you come to Moon Island’s hospital now?”
Dylan’s panicked voice sounds through my mobile as I leave the day’s last patient in an exam room at the OB-GYN department.
It’s been a week since I last saw Sasha and Dylan at Club Sol & Mani Miami. I thought then she seemed close to delivery. But she assured me she was fine and still moving about with ease. Well, things change!
“Absolutely! I’ll be right there—”
“Go to the hospital’s roof. I sent the helicopter for you. He’ll be there in five minutes… It’s okay baby, Natalie is on her way… Ten minutes, that’s all, baby. Don’t worry. Listen, Nat, I have to go to Sasha. See you soon.”
While he spoke, I ran to my office and grabbed my bag. On the way past the receptionists’ desk, I tell them I’m gone for the day. Miraculously, the elevator arrives in less than a minute. I burst out on the highest floor, then race up the stairs to the rooftop. As I fling the doors open, the helicopter lands. The flight attendant opens the door and waves me forward. I hop in, and we lift off.
I pull my mobile from my pocket and send a text message to Rust since he’s in the emergency room until eleven tonight. Before I put it away, the three dots indicate his response. Dylan already told him, and he’ll come after his shift ends.
I glance out the window for signs of the Moon Island hospital. As Rust told me, it’s a state-of-the-art facility with all the latest equipment and two operating rooms. They spared no expense to make it the best care facility for our pack. Departments include urgent care, general medicine, obstetrics, and pediatrics. It’s rare a wolf shifter requires medical assistance since we have enhanced healing. But accidents can happen that require further help. The most used department being obstetrics.
Over the last week, Rust gave me a tour and introduced me to the staff of nurses, aides, and the head of administration. They expressed their excitement about a female doctor on staff. I set up my office and exam rooms. I met with the midwives for lunch. They shared their knowledge and told me which she-wolves were expecting and which hoped to conceive. I scheduled appointments with each of them. Their mates were relieved and thanked me profusely. So, I’m all set to help Sasha.
The pilot announces our arrival. I jump from the seat and hop out the moment the flight attendant opens the door. We landed on the front lawn, making it easy for me to rush inside and to the obstetrics department.
I round the corner and see Signy, Jagger, Tag, and Viggo in front of Sasha’s delivery room.
“Nat! Thank goodness! Sage is in the room with Sasha, Dylan, and the midwife. Sasha doesn’t want magickal help—silly girl! So, hurry!” Signy says as she waves her hands.
“When did she start? Do you know the time between her contractions?” I ask rapid-fire questions as I rush past them.
“Three hours ago, we were eating ice cream, and she complained of a stomachache—”
“Obviously, she was mistaken!” Jagger chimes in.
I nod and push through the door.
“Oh, thank the Fates!” Sage exclaims as she rises from the chair beside Sasha’s bed. “Tell me what you need. I’ll help without my magick.”
I nod and speak to Sasha as I wash my hands and switch to a fresh white coat.
“How do you feel?”
“Oooo… Like I’m going tocastratemy fated mate!”
Dylan shudders and bows his head.
I bite my lower lip to keep from laughing out loud. The midwife catches my eye and smiles. Then she catches me up on Sasha’s vitals. I check her cervix.
“You’re not far now, Sasha. I want you to focus on your pup being in your arms soon and how much love you and Dylan have for her. Can you do that for me?”
Her dove gray eyes focus on me. For a moment, I think she’s going to curse me in Russian. But she nods quickly and closes her eyes. Dylan presses a cool compress to her forehead. She opens her eyes and smiles softly at him. He sighs and leans over to kiss her lips.
My heart pangs. I turn away from their tender moment. Am I ready for pups now? What would it be like to be in Sasha’s place with Rust pampering as best he can between me snapping at him? Sasha’s sharp cry pulls me from my musings.
