Page 162 of His Forsaken Alpha

“You’re going to end up spoiling me if you do that.”

“Do you havea problemwith me spoiling you a little?” Cav asked, one side of his lip curling.

“Well, we both know I came to you a spoiled brat. You run the risk of making me worse,” Wynter replied, his lips twisted in a mocking smile.

“It’ll never happen,” Cav said, wrapping his arms tightly around his mate. “I won’t let it.”

“Oh?” Wynter whispered. “And just how will you prevent that?”

“Discipline,”Cav murmured before lightly swatting Wynter’s bare ass.

As soon as the barest sting crossed his palm, he realized what he’d just said. There he went stepping into it again. He reeled back, frowning and ready to apologize. Wynter’s eyes were widened, and his mouth opened to an O.

“I meant thegoodkind,” Cav stammered. “The kind that’s… all about pleasure… or the denial of it,not pai?—”

Again, Wynter put his finger to Cav’s lips. “I know you to be a kind and loving man. Your touch has never caused me pain, andI knowit never will.”

Cav leaned closer. “The only thing I’veeverwanted was to make you happy.”

Tears glistened in Wynter’s eyes. “Every minute I spend with you… is utter joy.”

Capturing Wynter’s lips, he feasted on his mate, tasting that happiness and joy. He realized he was still addicted to the taste of Wynter. He needed to relearn all the curves and hollows, revere every inch, sampling as he went. Cav trailed kisses down his omega’s graceful neck and fought the urge to make his mark there on that tender skin. A mark so all would know the omega was finally his.

By the time Cav reached the shoulder, he could fight the desire no more. He sank his teeth in, not enough to hurt—but enough to leave his brand behind, if only temporarily.

Wynter gasped, his back arching.“Harder…”

“You just said I’d never hurt you,” Cav murmured against his omega’s ear. He paused a second to nibble on the lobe. “And you were right.”

Wynter trembled all over.“And if I want it to hurt… just a little? You would deny me?”

Cav groaned inwardly, dropping kisses on the faint teeth marks on Wynter’s smooth shoulder. He lowered to his knees, his face nearly on level with one engorged nipple. Cav drew it into his mouth and suckled, laving at the peak. Wynter clung to him, panting and desperate. The second he closed his jaw around the flesh, Wynter mewled, breathing roughly.

“Yessss… bite me… Hard!”

Cav sank his teeth in again, a little firmer than the last but not enough to cause real pain. Likely not as rough as his omega wanted, yet Wynter’s legs trembled against his knees. He feared his mate might collapse there on the spot. He released the nipple with a pop before rising and lifting Wynter into his arms. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Wynter lifted a hand to the nipple Cav had just freed and traced the marks of his teeth. “We’re not finished, are we?”

“Not even close,” Cav replied, lowering Wynter to the top of the mattress. He knelt there himself and worked his way between his omega’s thighs. “I have a full inspection to complete, and we’ve only just begun.”

Wynter grinned. “A full inspection?”

“As you said, you’ve changed. I need to log all those changes so I know where all the best spots are,” Cav murmured, finally realizing he still hadn’t undressed and his omega was bare. He dragged his shirt over his head and dropped it, uncaring where it landed. After kicking off his shoes, he peeled the rest of his clothing from his body, never breaking his stare with Wynter.

When he was done, he stood and allowed his omega to get a good look. While his travels, swimming, hiking, and adventures helped keep him fit, he wasn’t immune to the passage of time, either. His muscles weren’t as defined as they’d been at twenty-eight. There were white and gray hairs mixed in with the dusting on his chest. His six-pack was missing a couple of cans—well, maybe more than a couple. He hadn’t felt self-conscious until that moment, with his omega inspecting every inch of his naked body. He clutched the last sock he’d pulled off, unsure what to do with his hands.

Say something.

Good or bad, tell me what’s going through your mind, Wynter.

Wynter rose to his knees and crawled closer to the edge where Cav stood. He pressed both palms to Cav’s chest again and looked up.

“Exactlythe way I remember,” Wynter whispered. “My alpha… the sexiest man who ever lived.”

Cav released the breath he’d pent up, waiting for the assessment from his omega. He smiled and stole another kiss. And another. Until they collapsed onto the bed, a jumble of arms and legs as their tongues and lips clashed. Wynter rolled Cav and climbed on top, a small, victorious smile on his omega’s lips that went straight to his dick.

Wynter pointed out the already fading bite mark on one nipple and then the other nipple without. “This one seems to be missing something.”

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