Page 37 of A Promise of Forever (The Vallaverse #3)

My eyes widen as I catch his gaze on my slick-coated hole, his nostrils flaring as my scent sweetens involuntarily. “Valla?” I know he said he was going to taste me, but I didn’t think he meant it.

His fingers dig into my ass, spreading me further before his tongue presses against my hole.

I gasp, falling flat against the desk again as pleasure shoots through me.

Forrest’s hands hold me open as he dives in, licking and sucking with a hunger that sends shockwaves through me.

My legs tremble, threatening to give out, but Forrest’s grip and the desk keep me upright.

“You taste like fucking heaven, little dove,” Forrest growls, his voice muffled but thick with desire, the words sending a flush of heat through my chest.

“Sir,” I whimper, my voice breaking, “I need to…” I can’t even finish the sentence, too embarrassed to say it aloud.

“Come as many times as you need to, sweetheart,” he says, his tongue flicking against me again. “God, you’re going to be addicting.”

My body tightens, pleasure coiling tight in my belly before I come across the edge of the desk, the release crashing through me. My knees buckle, but I catch myself, Forrest only pulling back once he’s satisfied.

I twist around to face him, his pupils blown wide as he pulls out his cock, precum glistening at the tip. “Tell me when this is too much, Sterling,” he purrs, running a hand up and down his length.

He presses the blunt head of his cock against my hole, his free hand settling against my back. Panic flares up in my chest as memories of what used to happen in this position flood my mind and I wriggle against the desk, fighting the blinding emotions. “Not that! Red. Don’t hold me down. I can’t…”

Forrest pulls back instantly as he helps me turn around, his expression softening, concern replacing the heat. “I’m sorry, little dove,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to.”

I shake my head, guilt twisting in my gut. “I didn’t mean for that,” I mumble, kicking off my pants completely, the fabric pooling on the floor. I reach for him, needing to close the distance, to erase the fear.

Forrest lifts me onto the edge of the desk, my bare ass against the cool surface. “I’m still here,” he says. “Just needed to try another position. How’s this?”

He presses his cock against my sloppy hole again and I wrap my thighs around his waist, pulling him closer, the position open and vulnerable but not trapping me like the last one. “Much better,” I breathe, relief flooding me as I feel him right where I need him.

Forrest smiles down at me with that look of pride he gives me when I’ve done something right before slowly fucking into me, letting me adjust to the stretch.

His cock fills me perfectly, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my core.

He bends down and captures my lips in a kiss, my fingers digging into his arms and shoulders as I anchor myself to him.

Forrest’s voice rumbles against my ear. “I’m so proud to have you as my omega. You’re so good for me, Sterling. Your body was made for my cock, wasn’t it? So perfect, so fucking perfect.”

I come again, hard, my release spilling over my shirt, the fabric sticking to my skin. Forrest doesn’t stop, though, his thrusts picking up pace. “Give me one more, little dove,” he growls out. “One more, and then I’m going to knot you.”

I taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me again, the flavor of my slick mingling with his own musk, and it’s intoxicating.

Then I feel his knot pressing against my rim and pushing inside.

I groan through the stretch, the sensation overwhelming as it expands and locks us together.

The pressure pushes me over the edge as we come together, Forrest rocking himself against my ass several times before pulling me with him to sit back in his chair.

His knot hits a completely different part inside of me, a pleasured whine falling from my lips as my head falls against his shoulder. “That’s the first time it felt good,” I whisper, the words coming out before I can stop them.

Forrest’s purr falters. “I’ve knotted you before,” he says, confusion lacing his voice. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

I sit back a little bit, searching his expression for disapproval and finding none.

“They always told me the heat spikes would feel good,” I start.

“You learn in school that it’s this delirious haze you can’t control, but it’s supposed to feel…

good. It’s never felt good. I was always so scared.

They…” I trail off, the memories of Wilson, of others, threatening to pull me under.

“You make me feel safe and loved and cared for. I really like it.” The idea of sharing my heat with Forrest isn’t as terrifying a prospect as it was a few days ago.

I rock myself on his knot, chasing the lingering pleasure. “I’m still too scared to say the words you told me at the ring,” I admit. “I don’t want to lose this, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.”

Forrest cups my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, his purr rumbling through me. “You won’t lose it, little dove. You’re mine, remember?” Tears cloud my vision, Forrest’s gaze darting across my face. “Hey, what’s that? Sterling, what can I do?”

I know it’s selfish, that some part of me wants this because Wilson is still out there, a shadow looming over my newfound safety.

But every other part of me wants it too, wants Forrest, wants this life.

I place my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart against my palm.

“What if I want to be yours forever?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Forrest tenses, just for a moment, and dread coils in my gut. Did I say something wrong? Did he not mean it? But then he catches himself, Forrest’s eyes locking on mine. “Sterling, you’d want to be mine forever?” he asks, an edge of disbelief to his words. “Even with everything you’ve seen? Even…”

“I want to.” I run my fingers along the edge of his jaw, loving the way he shudders beneath my touch. His lids flutter closed for a second before opening again, the intensity of his gaze still fixed on me. “I want to feel you and love you and wake up beside you. I don’t want to be scared anymore.”

His face breaks into a smile. “I want all those same things for you, sweetheart. You tell me when, and I’m there.”

I almost say right now, the words on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself.

I’m not ready. Not yet. It wouldn’t mean what it needs to, not with Wilson still out there and demanding my return.

Forrest seems to sense it, his smile softening as he kisses me again.

“Whenever you’re ready, Sterling,” he murmurs. “Whenever.”