“And that upset you?”
Forrest huffs out a small laugh. “No. I think it made reality set in. Made me even kind of like him.”
“It is kind of wild how fast this has all happened, isn’t it? You don’t feel overwhelmed with us moving in?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head and kissing my hairline again. “I just…You’re here, it’s our house, everyone is my responsibility and I can’t fail at this.”
My brows furrow as I stroke his chest.
“You run a successful business. This house is incredible. You’re a wonderful man. Why on earth would you ever think you would fail at being pack lead?”
Forrest clears his throat, his dark brown eyes looking at my lap and not my face.
“I haven’t had many good male role models in my life. The three of you have families, good families. I didn’t have that. I’m just running off my instincts and there’s this fear that it won’t be good enough, that I’ll never be good enough.”
“Your instincts are good. You’re good, Forrest.”
He takes a deep breath, and it feels like he holds in the air forever when he exhales.
“You haven’t asked about my parents,” he says softly, still not looking at me.
“Your parents don’t matter,” I tell him honestly. “Two of my parents came from devastating households, different in their own right, but they were amazing parents, and dedicated pack members.”
“My mom had her demons, never told my grandfather about me before she succumbed to them. I was raised by just my father and he was a hard man. To him, I was a burden he never asked for, and most of all, a disappointment. He was abusive with his hands but more often than not with his words,” he says, trailing off into his own thoughts.
I never stop touching him, needing him to know that I’m there for him and that he can’t scare me off. My heart hurts for the little boy that Forrest was without a mother, stuck with a father who wished he wasn’t around.
“He hated that I was quiet, that I didn’t seem to know how to talk to people. I can’t even count the amount of times he said something derogatory about my intelligence. I did well in school. I was just the quiet kid with no friends, and his abuse just made it even harder for me to want to be more outgoing or talkative.”
My eyes are welling with tears, but I don’t interrupt him as he continues speaking.
“Thankfully, when I hit puberty, I started really packing on the muscle and I grew a head taller than him. The day he learned I could hit back was the last day he ever touched me, but it was also the last day I ever lived under his roof. I spent two years in foster care. A few weeks before my eighteenth birthday, they found my maternal grandfather. He was a decent man, but I only had a year of learning from him before he passed away,” he says, looking up at me.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, rubbing my arms, like I’m the one who needs comfort.
“I’m crying because I’m sorry you ever had to go through that, but when I look at you, Forrest, I don’t see a broken boy who didn’t experience love. I see a strong, wonderful, protective man. A man I love,” I say as his rich eyes take a glassy sheen to them.
“You’re not your past, you’re not your father, and you will be the Alpha this pack needs—that I need. I love you and I’m so thankful to have you in my li?—”
I don’t even get the words out as Forrest’s fingers tangle in my hair and his lips crash against my own. His kiss is all-encompassing and my heart thunders against my chest as he kisses me like I’m his last breath.
“I love you too,” he says in between kisses as I spread my legs further and make room for his large frame.
My grip is firm on his shirt as he cradles my head and kisses me with passion. He’s my pack’s lead Alpha. This is my house. I have a fucking pack.
It makes me want Forrest to bond me right here and now, but I know I need to be patient. I want the moment we solidify our pack to be perfect, something we all deserve.
“I’m gonna fuck you in every room in this house. I want every single room to smell like my sweet perfect Omega,” he tells me, and isn’t that just the most romantic thing an Alpha could ask for?
Thankfully, he only has a pair of shorts on and I’m tugging on the hem, and quickly wrapping my hand around his warm, thick length.
He’s impatient, sliding the over-sized T-shirt up my thighs and ripping my panties at the seam. I’m dripping wet on his desk and he likes it as he slides the head of his cock along my entrance before grabbing my ass and shifting my body until he’s buried deep inside me.
I wrap my legs around him, holding his shoulders as he moves his hips, fucking me deep and slow.
Forrest’s grip on my ass is tight and needy, and I feel wanted and desired. As his knot presses against my entrance with every thrust, I realize that I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Well, almost.
“Knot me. Please. I need it,” I beg.