Page 161 of His Forsaken Alpha

“It explains just how arrogant you were.”

“Arrogant?”Wynter fought another smile and rapped him on the chest.“Youwere being a jerk. You brought out the worst in me that day.”

Cav laughed. “Yes, Iwasbeing a bit of a jerk, but for good reason.”

“And what reason was that?” Wynter demanded.

“I liked seeing your face get red and your eyes sparkle with irritation. Getting you mad was a turn-on, for some freaky reason I still don’t understand.” Cav lifted Wynter’s palm to his lips where he dropped a gentle kiss. “The madder you got, the hotter you got.”

“That’s so wrong.”Wynter whispered, smiling broadly.

Cav’s breath caught in his lungs. He collected both sides of Wynter’s face, fighting back a tide of emotion. “I think that right there was the first real,truesmile I’ve seen you share with mesince that heat we shared together. Definitely the first one where you haven’t tried to hide your face from me.” He pressed a gentle kiss on Wynter’s lips. “The first time you smiled at me on the train,that’swhen I knew for sure that I was lost. I thought you were the most remarkable man I’d ever laid eyes on when you smiled at me that first night.”

“I wish I was still that version of myself. Young and beautiful.”

“I don’t. Now… you’re even more beautiful than you were then,” Cav said, his words soft spoken. It wasn’t a lie. Wynter wasbreathtaking.He struggled for breath when he looked at his omega, and that was all the proof he needed. The love they had for one another was never lost, just lying in wait.

Wynter’s eyes shone with tears. “I will admit… I find this older, rugged version of my alpha much more alluring,as well.”

“Me?” He joked, ticking Wynter’s side lightly.“The old fogey?”

Wynter dodged his hand but wasn’t fast enough. He giggled and writhed closer to Cav, until they were pressed close, no air between them. That nearness made it even harder to breathe. He stared down at his petite mate, their size difference suddenly glaring. His chest puffed out, the inner alpha part of him pleased beyond measure.

“Myold fogey,” Wynter whispered, smiling—but the smile quickly faded.

Cav drew one of Wynter’s hands to his lips for another kiss. He dropped one on Wynter’s pulse, just above the old scars. Wynter moaned low in his chest, his eyes narrowing and getting a sleepy look.

“Iamyours. I’vealwaysbeen yours, since that first minute together on that train.”

A tears welled on Wynter’s lower lashes. “And I’ve always been yours. In my heart and soul— and mind—it was always you.Onlyyou.”

Cav lowered his head to capture his omega’s lips. It wasn’t their first kiss since reuniting, but the emotion behind it had shifted and cemented, both of them knowing where that kiss might end. There was no more denying it. No more waiting.

That night, they’d once again be joined as one.

He tasted the want and need on his omega’s lips, sure Wynter was right there with him. That desire swelled over him, heightening his own and pulsing in his blood. His cock thickened, the head pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Wynter’s grew harder, too, jabbing into Cav’s thigh as his omega slowly rutted against his leg.

Cav dragged his lips away, though he didn’t want to. It was just long enough for him to urge Wynter toward the bedroom. As they walked, his mate ahead of him, he slid Wynter’s tunic the rest of the way off and let it float to the floor wherever it might land. Wynter turned to face him, his body a feast for the ravenous. Cav planned to sample every inch, from the top of his omega’s head to the sweet little toes at the bottom.

Yanking Wynter’s bottoms and briefs down past the hips in one fluid motion, he growled with pleasure. Seeing his omega’s leaking cock bobbing up and down only added to it. He reached out and caressed the length from base to tip before grasping the shaft and gently squeezing, massaging the drips of seed into thevelvety flesh. Reaching around with his other hand, he slid two fingers along the cleft and into the slick wetting the rim.

Wynter’s head fell back with a gasp, his red, swollen lips opening. The following whimper when he slid the tips of his fingers in dragged him closer to the edge. Slowly, he fingerfucked his mate, testing how tight Wynter gripped his fingers. His mate’s body drew him in, swallowing his fingers to the bottom knuckle. He slid out and added a finger before guiding them inside once more.

His mate stiffened for a second, and he nearly stopped. Only the keen of pleasure kept him in motion. A few more thrusts of his fingers and Wynter cried out, his cock spurting untouched, wetting Cav’s thigh.

“Fuck,”Wynter barked, glancing down and gripping his shaft. He pumped his hand again, directing his cum away from Cav’s jeans.

Cav’s fingers pulsed inside him, squeezed tight. Wynter convulsed, a last bit of cum dribbling from the tip of his shaft before he melted against Cav.

“I’m sorry,” Wynter said, his face in Cav’s shirt.

“For what?”

“Coming on your pants. Coming in a matter of seconds—before you’ve even taken off your clothes. Take your pick.”

Cav lowered his free hand and collected some of Wynter’s cum from the tip. Lifting his hand, he captured his omega’s gaze before suckling the cream from the tips. He released a groan, his cock growing harder. “There’s no reason to be sorry. My sole purpose tonight is to make you come as many times as I can.”

After Cav slid his fingers from his omega’s entrance, Wynter mewled against him, nuzzling close.

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