Page 47 of A Promise of Forever
“Just focus on me and the pleasure I’m going to give you, okay?” he purrs. “That’s it. Let me take care of you. Can you be a good boy and let me do that?”
My face flames at the gentle reassurance in his words while also calling me a good boy. But I can do this. I can let Forrest take care of me. “Yes, sir, I can do that.”
The absolute pride on my Valla’s face is all the courage I need to give in just a little more as he kisses me.
Sterling
My body is still hot, slick with sweat and trembling with exhaustion, yet I’m still lost in the haze of my heat. We’ve been locked in this dance of need and relief for nearly a day, our bodies intertwined in the secluded cottage that smells of lavender, us, and the thick, sweet musk of my omega scent.
I’m sprawled across the bed, my fingers digging into Forrest’s arms as he fucks into me, each thrust stoking the fire that refuses to die. The pleasure continues to build like it has for what feels like the fifth time just today, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I stare up at my Valla just as lost in this moment as I am, hispupils blown wide with desire, but there’s a tenderness there, a promise that keeps me anchored even as I teeter on the edge of delirium.
He releases a low, guttural sound before exploding inside me, his knot swelling once more, and stretching me to the brim. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pressure and fullness that has me finally sagging against the pillows with relief. He rolls us onto our sides, bringing me with him, our bodies still locked together, slick with sweat and come. My lips find his chest, pressing against the warm, firm skin. “So good,” I murmur, my speech slurred, barely coherent in the haze.
Forrest chuckles, the sound vibrating through me as his fingers thread through my damp hair. “You’re incredible, little dove,” he purrs.
Content to just lie there, I relax to his steady heartbeat and the purr thrumming through his chest, dragging me under. When I wake, it feels like the world has shifted, my sanity returning piece by piece. Forrest still has his arms wrapped around me, but I’m empty, his cock resting against my belly, smearing cum and slick against my skin.
I don’t remember much of the last day—just flashes of heat, of Forrest’s hands guiding me, of my body demanding more and more. There was a moment earlier when I nearly fought him, my instincts lashing out when he tried to coax me into eating. But now, as the fog clears, my stomach grumbles and I realize I’m starving. I sit up a little, groaning at the ache in my muscles, the soreness a testament to the intensity of our time together.
Forrest blinks a few times, a smile spreading across his lips as his eyes crinkle with affection, and leans up to kiss me softly, his lips gentle against mine. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I go to protest, to say something about how I’m too tired to move, but he just chuckles before scooping me up in his arms. I cling to him, my arms looping around his neck as he carriesme to the bathroom and sets me down on the counter, just long enough to start the bath.
“It’s almost over,” I say, my voice cracking as I lean back against the mirror. My entire body feels like jello and I’ve been thoroughly used, but it feels good.Reallygood. Tears prick at my eyes, relief flooding me as the heat begins to ebb, leaving me with all of the emotionally raw feelings that always follow.
“I noticed your scent was a lot softer this morning.” Forrest retrieves me and carries me into the tub, pulling me against his chest. I settle between his legs, my back pressed to his front, the warm water enveloping me like a cocoon. His hands move over my body, washing away the sweat and cum with a soft cloth. “How’re you feeling, little dove?” he asks, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
I let out a purr, the sound vibrating through me as I melt against him. It’s the first time I’ve purred for him, a soft, contented hum that feels like a gift. Forrest just laughs. “That good?” he teases, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.
I look up at him, tears shimmering in my eyes. “It’s the first heat I didn’t wake up in pain,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. “Valla, it doesn’t hurt.” The tears spill over onto my cheeks, but I don’t try to stop them. For the first time, I understand what it’s supposed to be like—this delirious haze, this overwhelming pleasure that doesn’t come with fear or shame. “You made it… good. Really good.”
Forrest’s expression softens, his eyes full of the love he keeps telling me he has for me. He cups my face, brushing away the tears with his thumb. “I told you I’d make it perfect for you,” he murmurs, a gravelly edge to his words that has me shuddering in his lap. “I meant it.”
My chest tightens at what I find in his expression. He loves me.Me.Not because of anything or anyone else but because I’mme.It doesn’t get any better than that and I should have never waited this long to tell him how I felt. How Ifeel.
“I love you, Forrest King. Not just because of everything, but because of this. Right here. You kept your promise.”
Forrest’s eyes widen, just for a moment, before they soften, a smile tugging at his lips. I maneuver myself in the tub, the water sloshing around us, and straddle his lap, needing to feel him again, needing to seal this moment. I sink down onto his cock, my body aching with need even despite how sore I am. “Valla,” I whisper against his lips, “I’m ready. I want you. Bite me. Make me yours.”
His hands settle on my waist, his eyes searching mine as he pulls back just a little bit. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never wanted something more in my entire life.” The fear is still there, but it’s drowned out by the certainty, the love, and the need to belong to him fully.
Forrest tightens his grip, fucking up into me with the same practiced rhythm he’s used over the past day or so, the water spilling over the edge of the tub. One of his hands moves to my neck, fingers tracing the tattoos that mark my skin, a reminder of the life I’m leaving behind. “You’re going to be mine, little dove,” he purrs.
“I’m so ready,” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders, my body moving with his. “Bite me, Valla.”
He hums, Forrest punctuating that thought with a particularly deep thrust, but then he pauses, his hand stilling on my neck. “I’m not going to bite you there, Sterling. I think it still brings up too many bad memories, and I’m not going to share the same space with the nightmares I pulled you from.”
How did I manage to find someone who cared? How did I find a mate who loves me enough to see the scars, to know what they mean, and to choose differently? I press my lips to his, pouring every ounce of gratitude and love into it. The tears flow morefreely now, full of relief and happiness that I’ve finally found what I was looking for.
Even as frenzied as our movements become, it still feels like Forrest is making love to me, giving me everything I need and more.
His knot pushes inside me with the last thrust, both of us falling apart together in a mixture of bliss and ecstasy. And then a sharp pain explodes through my lip, searing through me, immediately replaced by a tether I never thought was possible.
I pull back, staring at Forrest in shock as everything my Valla has been telling me over the last few days flows through the new connection.
Love.
