Page 46 of A Promise of Forever
"I promise," I say firmly, holding his gaze so he can see the truth in my eyes. "I promise I won't let you go. I promise you're coming home with me. I promise that Wilson will never hurt you again. And I promise that I love you more than anything in this world."
Sterling's face crumples with fresh tears, but he nods. It's not quite belief, not quite trust, but it's acceptance that I'm telling him what I genuinely feel. For now, that will have to be enough.
Sterling
Vibrating in the back of the car, I feel clammy, terror filling my chest as I tightly grip Forrest's hand. My gaze is focused out the window at the passing streetlights and trees, my eyes darting everywhere as if Wilson might appear at any moment. Forrest pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, his purr starting up and drowning out the silence. The deep rumble vibrates through my chest, soothing some of the jagged edges of my panic, but it can't fully reach the fear twisting in my gut.
"I'm so hot," I gasp, my voice trembling. "I don't know... I just... something is wrong." A distressed whine tears from mythroat as my body betrays me. My scent sweetens, filling the car with the unmistakable smell of an Omega in heat. Slick pools between my thighs, soaking through my pants and onto the leather seat. The sensation is humiliating and overwhelming, and I clutch at Forrest's hand tighter.
He doesn't even flinch, his grip steady as he watches me with dark, concerned eyes. "Breathe, little dove," he murmurs, but before he can say more, the car slows to a stop telling me that we’re mere feet away from the one Alpha I never want to see again.
My heart lurches into my throat as I shrink back against the door, Thea appearing on Forrest’s side. Cool air rushes in, but does nothing to help. Another whine escapes me as a fresh gush of slick floods my pants. A cramp tears through my abdomen, a cry tumbling from my lips a second later.
"No, it's starting," I whimper. "I can't go in there. He'll hurt me. Valla, please don't make me go in there."
Forrest's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with protective fury as he turns to Thea. "Change of plans. Work with Caelan to keep them away from the house until I contact you."
Thea's brow furrows. "Boss—"
"We'll figure it outafterhis heat," Forrest cuts her off. "Not one person in the house. I don't care how much security is required."
I whine again, my body trembling as the heat surges. "Valla, I need you," I plead, crawling back toward my Valla, my hands clutching at his shirt.
Forrest's eyes soften, but there's hunger there too. Thea bows her head slightly and closes the door, the car seemingly heading back the way we came, but I’m already losing my ability to focus. Fear races through me at what’s coming, the inability to control my urges and my needs and I hope and pray that everything Forrest has said up until this point is true.
That he’ll protect me.
That he’ll fight for me.
That he loves me.
My breaths come in short gasps, my fingers clutching the seat as I try to hold myself together. But it’s useless. My back arches forward as my cock thickens between my thighs, absolute need drawing another whine from my throat.
Strong hands drag me onto Forrest’s lap, the Valla ripping my pants down the seam to free me from the confines. I fall against his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt as I rock my hips over his thighs, desperately trying to find release.
However, even as I come all over his shirt, the heat doesn’t dissipate. It just gets worse.
“I’ve got you, little dove,” he murmurs against my ear. One of his hands moves to steady me, keeping me from moving, but the frustration that bubbles up fades away the moment I feel his cock against my ass.
He helps me slide down his length, Forrest taking control as he starts to fuck up into me. I moan as I stuff my head into the curve of his neck, my hands gripping his shoulders at the fullness. “It hurts so bad,” I whisper against his skin, my tongue darting out to taste him. “Knot please, sir. I need it.”
“I’ll give you what you need, Sterling. Just hold onto me, okay?”
I nod, letting him guide me up and down his cock, Forrest then holding me there to thrust up into my ass, each one drawing a soft, needy moan from my lips. The car rocks slightly with our rhythm, the world outside fading until it’s just us, just this—the heat, the connection, the way his cock fills me so perfectly.
The only sounds are the slick coating his cock and dripping down his knot, making a mess of both of us as I come again. I’m already tired and worn out, but it’s still not enough; my Omega clamoring for my Valla’s knot. I dig my fingers deeper into hisshirt, hoping he can figure out what I need as I start sucking on the sensitive skin of his neck.
Forrest thrusts up into me one last time, his knot catching against my rim and then pushing inside. I groan as it begins to swell, locking us together, Forrest growling through his own release seconds later.
“I need more,” I whisper, some part of me confused because I already have his knot. My body catches on before my brain does as I start bouncing on his knot despite the tight fit, chasing another peak. The friction is intense, the stretch almost too much, but it’s exactly what I need. My fingers move to his shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks on his skin as I ride him, my moans growing louder and more desperate every time his knot tugs against my ass.
The pleasure coils in my belly, and then it snaps, my third orgasm crashing through me. I finally sag against Forrest, completely spent, my Valla letting out a hearty purr as he fills me up a little more.
“I’m so fucking scared,” I tell him, still uncertain if things will change when I can’t fully protect myself.
He presses a kiss to my temple, his hands stroking my back in slow, comforting circles. “I’m going to make this the best heat you’ve ever had, okay? I’m going to show you how perfect it can be, how good it can feel. Just trust me.”
I hesitate, my mind flickering to all of the bad experiences and then to the fact that we left Wilson waiting. “And what about…” I start, but Forrest cuts me off and tilts my head up to meet his gaze, his hand cupping my cheek.
