Page 22 of Vallaverse: Noir
She lowers herself onto my rigid form, grinding until I'm deeper inside her than I was before, and I shudder. This might be better. She rolls her hips, snapping them at the last so that my cock punches inside her, groaning as her lock catches me for just a moment.
I open my eyes to see her gaze locked with Pierce's as she rides me. Neither of them look away, not even when I reach down to guide her hips to move faster. The fact that she's facing downa Valla mid-fuck because he tried to come between us causes a visceral reaction inside me and the need to cum, to be locked overwhelms any sense of sanity I was trying to keep hold of.
“Please,” I whine. “I need to cum, Alpha. Please. Please make me cum. I need you. I need your lock. Please, Alpha.”
“Shhhh,” she hushes. “I'll give you what you need.” She raises her hips and adjusts her position so that she's able to simultaneously thrust and grind, taking me deeper inside her so that the head of my cock catches on the lock I desperately need.
“I'm going to cum,” I gasp, still unable to move my hips to meet her movements because of the Valla's command. I've never had an orgasm while under a command. Everything feels more intense because I have to passively take it. It's overwhelming in so many ways and I can't help the choked, desperate sound that explodes from me when the orgasm takes me.
Dana's lock tightens around me, trapping me securely in her heat. “There,” she purrs. “Isn't that so much better?”
I nod slowly, too far gone to open my eyes or find words to respond.
She strokes my chest and leans over me to kiss my sternum. “Such a good Omega. So handsome, so sweet. You feel so good inside me. I could stay like this forever.”
My mind and heart revel in her praise. This is what I have needed for so long. She hasn't marked me, but I know she's going to. She stood up to her Valla for me. I can let go with her. I can give everything to her. I don't have to hold myself back or protect myself anymore. I'm hers.
The satisfied lull that comes with being locked starts taking over and I simply stop caring about anything else. Dana's words are muddy, but her tone is warm and I sink further into bliss. Even the deeper sound of Pierce's voice doesn't jar me. I'm not worried about any of it.
Because I'm with her.
Chapter Fourteen
Dana
Beckett has fully succumbed to his heat. We've spent the last few hours working through his insatiable need, and we have at least another day ahead of us. Everything happened so fast that I haven't had the opportunity to really think about anything. So many changes, and they came on all at once.
I don't know him. I don't know anything about him. The few conversations we've been able to have weren't exactly get-to-know-you situations. It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things; not really. We'll figure it out as we go.
Pierce complicates things. I might have hoped for and in a very vague way planned for having an Omega, but there was never a Valla in my plans. I never even considered the idea. Why would I? I didn't know any, hadn't grown up with any in my family. Valla are people whom you know exist, but they're so removed that you don't really include them in your everyday thinking. Now I'm going to have one, and he doesn't seem like the type to be left out of things. Pierce is the opposite of left out. I have thedistinct impression that he's going to get under my feet if I let him.
Beckett is resting now. He's sleeping deeply enough that I'm able to untangle myself from him and leave the nest to walk around a little to ease the ache from my leg. Sex doesn't usually bother me, but hours and hours of it has brought on a tension that I need to address.
I also want to clean up a little. Not much, I don't want to upset Beckett by removing too much of his scent from me, but I need to at least brush my teeth and hair. I don't bother with a robe or a shirt after I slowly roll off the bed. We're a little past shy now.
That doesn't stop Pierce from looking at every single inch of me as I walk around the room. I don't try to hide rubbing my thigh and pressing the heel of my hand into my hip, and he isn't impressed.
“It's too much. Let me help.”
I cut my eyes at him as I go into the bathroom. “He isn't yours.” I shut the door before he can say anything else. Beckett is my Omega. I do not need Pierce to step in. It's only a couple of days; and it only aches like this because I'm so out of practice.
The mirror tells me that I don't look all that bad. My hair is wild, but it isn't the matted bird's nest I imagined it would be. I have a few small darkening bruises on my hips and thighs from Beckett's needy fingertips, but no other marks. He's covered in whelps and scratches, though; especially down his back. I wouldn't have marked him up so much, but he asked for it. He needed it, and I told him I would give him what he needed.
I turn on the water in the sink and don't give it time to warm up before I cup my hands in the stream and splash it on my face. I grab a cloth and wet it, then run it across the more sticky places and between my legs. Jesus. I'm going to have to walk carefully until his next heat. I'm so swollen and tender. It might be a relief when Beckett starts to wind down a little.
After I clean my teeth and deal with my hair as best I can, I take some of the anti-inflammatory meds from my toiletry bag. I'm going to be fine. We're all going to be fine.
I change my mind about that when I open the bathroom door to find Pierce leaning over the nest and looking entirely too closely at Beckett's unconscious form. We are all not going to be fine. Pierce is especially not going to be fine. “Get away from him.” My voice is low and a little too calm. There are three guns within reach, and I might use all of them.
Pierce turns his head to acknowledge my words, but stays bent over the nest. “What are we going to do about these bruises? Where did he get them? Did he tell you while I was out?”
Everything in me wants to let him know exactly how much it doesn't concern him. Beckett isn't his to inspect or make demands of.
Or give commands to.
And now I'm angry.
“Get away from my Omega and his nest,” I repeat, letting a growl fill my voice. “Now.”
