Page 16 of A Promise of Forever (The Vallaverse #3)

“I won’t hurt you, okay?” Forrest assures me, his gaze unwavering as I meet his eyes again. My face flushes at the hunger in his eyes, his thumbs still running across my skin. “And I won’t ask you to trust me because I haven’t earned that yet. However, I’ll make this good for you. I promise.”

I nod, Forrest moving with that same careful slowness as he drags my pants down over my aching cock.

The fabric sticks to my slick-smeared skin, peeling away with a wet sound that makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Cool air hits my heated flesh, sending shivers up my spine, but Forrest doesn’t stare or mock me.

He doesn’t linger either, the Valla pulling my trembling body forward to straddle his lap in the chair.

My knees sink into the cushions on either side of him, my slick hole brushing against his still-hard cock, teasing us both.

He reaches around my backside, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass, gentle at first, and then presses two against my entrance.

They slip inside easily, the slick welcoming them, a gasp tearing from my throat as my back arches toward him.

I grip his shoulders as pleasure rolls through me, my head falling to his shoulder as I push back against his fingers inside of him.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

The endearment sends a flutter through my chest, something warm amid the fire.

His fingers curl up, stroking that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Are you ready for my cock? Do you need my knot?”

“Yes,” I moan, nodding frantically. “Please. I need it.” Shame mixes with the need as more slick gushes between my thighs, this time soaking his pants and no doubt the chair.

I struggle against his hold, Forrest loosening his grip but not letting me go.

I lean back to look up at him, tears forming in my eyes, an apology on my lips but it’s like he just knows, his free hand moving to cup my cheek.

Forrest’s eyes darken further, but his voice remains controlled. “Are you going to be my good boy?”

His fingers sink a little deeper inside of me, another gasp falling from my lips. “So good,” I promise, my voice coming out breathier than before. “Make me feel good. Please, I promise. I’ll be good for you.”

“Then make a mess of me, little dove.” His words come out as a purr, his fingers slowly fucking in and out of me, more slick gathering and dripping into his hand as I rock back against the sensation.

I cry out as pleasure overwhelms me, my cock releasing all over his dark shirt.

I shudder from my release, staring at the white spots there, about to apologize when he just removes his fingers from my ass and lifts me up enough to angle his cock against my hole.

“Don’t apologize, Sterling. I want you to drench me with that intoxicating scent of yours.

Use me, little dove. Use me.” The last two words come out as a command, a bit of his Valla forced into his tone, giving me the ability to just give in.

For once, I’m not terrified as I sag against him, Forrest slowly lowering me onto his cock, the blunt head pushing inside of me.

We both groan as he bottoms out, his knot fluttering against my ass.

The stretch is exquisite, bordering on too much, but it’s exactly what I need.

My head falls against his shoulder again and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling that mixture of coconut and rum, the scent soothing my nerves.

It’s like home, if home were a place of safety instead of pain.

One of his hands moves back to the armchair, the other on my waist, giving me control while also helping to guide me.

I try to breathe through the next cramp as I curl my fingers in his shirt, my hips moving of their own accord.

God, he feels so good inside of me. Slowly, I start to move, lifting up and sliding back down on his length, testing the sensation of absolute pleasure as it builds with each motion.

My body trembles with the effort, his cock gliding along my inner walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I come again, a little whine following.

“I’m getting you all messy,” I gasp, glancing down at the mess smearing the fabric.

“I don’t care,” Forrest tells me. “My omega needs me. He comes first. Take what you need, Sterling.” I meet his eyes, staring for a long minute before angling my head up, needing something more than I’m already getting.

I don’t even know what I’m really asking for.

I just know that I need more. His breath fans my lips and I melt farther against him, a whispered ‘please’ hitting the air.

He slides a hand around the back of my neck and presses me forward, our lips meeting in a soft embrace.

It’s perfect. His taste. His hold. Being right here on the Valla’s lap, on his cock, his knot teasing a promise I’m all too ready for.

It’s like something clicks. Something that tells me he won’t hurt me. That he’ll be different.

That he’s going to be my Valla.

Forrest breaks the kiss and it feels too soon but I don’t have the time to chase him as the need resurges.

I pick up my pace, bouncing on his lap, the chair creaking rhythmically beneath us.

The room fills with the sounds of our bodies moving together, little moans and whines spilling from me as I bury my head in his neck again.

My lips find his gland and I suck, drawing in his scent, tasting the salt of his skin.

It’s addictive, fueling the omega haze that is taking over every rational part of my body, my vision blurring.

I lose myself in it, in him—the heat, the fullness, the way his cock stretches me perfectly.

Pleasure coils tight in my belly as he starts to thrust up into me, meeting me until I come again with a cry, spilling hot across his shirt one last time, my body clenching around him.

My Valla lets out a small, possessive growl as his knot starts to expand, Forrest spilling inside of me.

The sensation is overwhelming, his knot pressing against my prostate, sending me over the edge again.

Another cry hits the air as I dig my fingers into his chest, pleasure crashing through me before I sag against him.

I squeeze my eyes tight, breathing away the nightmares of what always happened next, willing myself to believe that I’m still in control, that Forrest won’t hurt me.

“Such a good boy, making a mess of me, little dove,” Forrest whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

His hand moves to rest against the back of my neck again, his purr starting up, a deep, rumbling vibration from his chest that resonates through my body, soothing the last embers of the fire.

I’ve never felt this before—so protected, so cherished.

“I’m going to hold you until my knot goes down,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my hair.

“Then we’re going to get you a shower before some dinner, alright? ”

I manage a sleepy mumble, my body lax against his.

I don’t even want to think right now. For the first time ever, I had a heat spike and I liked it.

I almost want another one. My ass twitches with the fullness inside of me and I groan into the curve of Forrest’s neck, his knot lodging a little deeper.

I clench down on it, not wanting it to go anywhere but with the need satiated, sleep overtakes me, Forrest laughing as my hands fall to either side of us, my lips parting slightly.

“You did so well, Sterling. I’m proud of you for taking what you needed.”

My Valla is proud of me? When was the last time someone said that to me?