Page 17 of A Promise of Forever
I nod, still savoring him, my tongue darting out to clean my lips. “Yes,” I breathe, the word heavy with longing. “More. I need…Knot,please.” I can’t even form all the words, frustration dragging a little growl out of me. Forrest chuckles a little as he helps me to my feet, steadying me as his hands gently fall to my waist. I swallow nervously, staring at where his thumbs glideover my stomach, my nostrils flaring at the way he touches me, like I’m something precious. I’ve never been touched like this. Before last night, I didn’t know Icouldbe touched like this.
“Tell me when it’s too much,” he says, his eyes searching mine for any sign of retreat. “Do you want to go upstairs?”
I shake my head, the thought of moving both appalling and too much effort. “It hurts,” I confess, my voice cracking as I fight the urge to just climb onto his lap. “But I need this. I don’t… I don’t want to be afraid anymore.” My gaze drops to his cock, the heat in my lower belly nearly consuming me with not just need but want. Desire. Raw and pure, unadulterated want for the Valla in front of me.
“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 againstmy 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 andI 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 bemy 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 hisscent, 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?
Forrest
After everything that happened this morning and now Sterling’s heat clearly approaching faster than I anticipated, I know we both need a reset. His scent has grown a little sweeter over the hour or so, the Omega still straddling my lap even after my knot went down. I thought it might be weird, sitting like this, but it feels right. I have someone to protect, to hold, to truly make my own, and right now, the only thing he needs is to be here, in this chair, while I hold him, Sterling sleeping off the aftermath of that heat spike and the terror from this morning. At some point, I fell asleep too, only after I dragged a spare jacket over himto cover him from anyone stepping inside. It was like holding Sterling became a balm for me, just like it was for him.
I press a soft kiss to his head, chuckling at the small trickle of drool running down just the inside of my collared shirt. Sterling stirs but doesn’t really move, my cock protesting the way his ass squeezes on my deflated knot. Neither of us are ready for another round, and as much as I’d love one, he truly did make a mess of us both. This office will be smelling like apricot and vanilla for days to come. I’d be horrified at that thought a few weeks ago, but right now, it makes me proud. Proud that my Omega has claimed the space, that not one person in this house can deny his existence or his worth or his claim on me.
I pause, recognizing the shift that came with having Sterling on my knot.
It’s not just the idea that he’s mine anymore. Heismine.
A low rumbling purr moves through my chest, Sterling stirring again. "Why don't you take a shower?" I suggest, running my fingers up and down his spine softly. He just hums but doesn’t move and I press another kiss to his head. God, he’s so gorgeous like this, so peaceful when he allows himself to relax. "You can take your time. The water gets really hot in there and there’s a few changes of clothes that may fit you. I'm going to go change and make us some dinner." The staff always loads up my bathroom with supplies just in case. Nothing has ever been used but the idea of Sterling in anything other than his own clothing or mine has a spike of jealousy rising in my chest. I stuff that down and just focus on the Omega in my lap.
He murmurs something unintelligible before weakly pushing away from my chest, his cheeks flooding with embarrassment the moment he stands up. My cock slips out of his ass, a rush of cum and slick following, a little whine tearing from his throat as he looks down at the mess. He brings his hands to my chest and twists them together, my poor Omega about to apologize whenI just grab the jacket that fell to the floor and wrap it around his waist to cover him. “No apologies needed, Sterling. When the time comes, I’m going to ask you to do it again.” I lend out my hand, eager to see if he’ll lean into it like he has all the other times. Sterling stares at my palm for several seconds before bending down to run his nose along the lines before he moves to fit his cheek to the curve of my hand. “And then, I’ll ask you to do it again and again and again until I’m permanently smothered by your scent.” My thumb runs across his lips, begging me to taste them again but I refrain with what little self-control I have left. “Go ahead and shower, little dove. When you come out, I’ll have dinner ready.”
Sterling doesn’t hesitate this time, scurrying off through the side door into the attached bathroom, leaving me to strip down to nothing. It isn’t the first time I’ll have walked naked through the estate but it will be the first time I’ve done it with such pride. It doesn’t take me long to grab a change of clothes from my room and a shower of my own, although a light one because I’m not ready to leave Sterling’s scent behind. A few of the staff eye me suspiciously at the dark linen set I step out in, a stark contrast to the suits and dress attire I wear around company.
However, I have a feeling it’ll make my Omega a little more comfortable if I’m not as dressed up, especially for what I have in mind next.
