Page 45 of Vallaverse: Noir
That's all I need.
I walk her back to the dresser and turn her away from me to face the mirror hung above it. I can see every heated expression that crosses her face. I can watch the pleasure I give her flash in her eyes as I touch her.
I hold her gaze in the mirror as I reach around her to cup her breast that isn't covered by the sling and then down the front of her to cup her mound. “I can't wait until I can spend as much time as I want learning your body, Dana. I'll never get enough of you. It will never be enough.”
I know the truth of it as I say it. I am going to love her, but the truth of it is that I'm a Valla. We obsess over our mates. That's what I'm drowning in right now, the need to possess her. I will never get enough of her. I will crave her scent, her taste, everything about her. I will need her more than my next breath. It's already started.
Her thighs part and I sink my fingers between them. She's wet for me. So wet. I can smell her arousal, so sweet mixed with her natural citrus scent. She shuffles her feet, giving me more access, and I stretch my arm to push two fingers inside her.
She sighs my name and rolls her hips, teasing my heavy erection. “I want to taste you,” she says, but I shake my head.
“Later.”
I pull my hand away and urge her forward. She leans toward the mirror, never looking away from me, and braces herself on the top of the dresser with her good hand.
“This is going to be rough,” I warn.
She smiles at me. “I trust you.”
That sentence is better than anything else she could have said. My mine reels with the knowledge, and my heart soars with it. “Good.” I lean over her to put a kiss on her shoulder. “Good.”
She raises up on her toes and lifts her ass when I reach between us to grip the base of my cock. I'm hard, aching, heavy, and she gasps when I thrust my hips to push inside her.
“More,” she moans, and I give it to her, putting one hand on her hip and the other on the edge of the dresser as I push deeper.
“Yes,” she groans. “Yes.” She adjusts her stance, bringing her legs closer together and raising her ass a little higher. “More.”
The slight adjustment makes her squeeze tighter around me and my eyes threaten to close as I snap my hips, forcing most of me inside her. Over and over, I go deeper, harder, until the primal sound of my body thudding against hers is the only sound that registers to my ears.
“Pierce,” Dana cries, her eyes wide as she watches me fuck her.
“Valla,” I correct. Right now, I need her to know that I'm her Valla. I need to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Valla.”
I fuck her harder, forcing the dresser to bang against the wall behind it and jarring the mirror.
“Again,” I grunt, tilting my hips and pushing deeper. I can feel my knot forming and I want her cumming hard when it's full. I want to feel her lock milking the head of my cock when I mark her.
“Oh god,” she gasps. “Don't stop, Valla. Almost … almost …”
“Give it to me, Dana,” I growl against her neck, watching her face contort in her reflection. “Give me what I need.”
She thrusts back again, shoving herself onto me as she lets out a high-pitched cry. I feel her start to rhythmically tighten around me and I lean over her, nuzzling into the side of her neck. I lick once across her skin before I bear down, marking her deeply.
She gasps, going rigid as the bond begins to form immediately. Then I use my grip on her hips to move her body, using my strength to help push my knot inside her. Her eyes roll back, her mouth hanging open soundlessly as I circle and grind my hips, working it into her.
Another Alpha would never be able to knot her. Their bodies aren't made for it. But I can do it. The way my knot makes it possible, and based on her shuddering and gasping reaction, she didn't know that.
“Pierce,” she gasps, when she's finally able to suck in a breath. “Fuck.”
I loosen my jaw to release the bite and lick across my mark before I correct her. “Valla.” I let go of one of her hips and slide my hand around to press against her lower stomach. I can feel her orgasm still rippling through her as my cock pulses with my release. “Always your Valla.”
“Yes,” she breathlessly agrees. “Mine.”
As soon as I hear her say it, I sag in relief. My mind calms and I feel like I can finally take a deep breath. I kiss my mark again, relishing the sound she makes when I do it. “Thank you.”
Getting to the bed is awkward, but I don't care. Dana doesn't know how to move while being knotted, so it would be slow-going even without the additional hardship of a fresh gunshot wound. It isn't until we've carefully arranged ourselves that Beckett reappears with a collection of snacks, bottles of water, and the heavy-duty pain reliever the surgeon sent Dana home with. I didn't even realize he had abandoned his post.
