Page 164 of His Forsaken Alpha

He angled his cock down, the tip nudging the entrance. “Is this where you want me, baby?”

Wynter pulled his leg higher, giving Cav more access. “Give it to me…”

Cav thrust a half an inch, barely entering, before pausing. He sucked his teeth, the clutch of his omega’s tight, hot hole almost more than he could handle so close to losing it. Once he managed a bit of sanity, he sank in deeper… and deeper still… hissing with delight… until he was fully planted deep within his mate. He lingered there, pausing any motion, and simply reveled in the joining of their bodies.

He glanced down at Wynter, glad to see a bit of lucidity had returned to his omega’s eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,”Wynter gasped, his pupils so wide his eyes almost seemed black. “But I ache…”

Cav slid out a couple of inches before burying himself once more. He closed his eyes to the pleasure of it, so good it bordered on pain. Prying his eyes open, he held his mate’s gaze as he moved in and out, their bodies coming together over and over again. The headboard pounded against the wall, the sound heightening the faster their tempo, the volume only slightly louder than the whimpers, moans, and cries streaming from Wynter’s lips.

Soon, a fine sheen of sweat coated them both, the smack of slapping skin coming a second before wood on drywall. Pausing deep, Cav rolled them, allowing Wynter to straddle him. His mate took little time to set a new rhythm, grinding against Cav while riding his cock. With his long, pale blond tresses sliding down his pale skin, Wynter all but glowed in the soft light of the bedside lamp. Once again, his mind drew the connection, to the moment thirty years before when Wynter had ridden him as the wheels clicked over the tracks.

In that moment, no time had passed. They were once again those two young lovers, bound together through time. Cav loved his mate with equal intensity, perhaps more knowing all they’d suffered to get back to that moment. His cock jerked, his balls tightening as the pleasure coiled inside every muscle, every tendon.

Cav roared as he came, digging his fingertips into Wynter’s hips as he lifted his own. He plunged deeper, his knot stretching his omega wider before the hole closed around it. The first shot of seed erupted, painting Wynter’s insides. Wynter’s hole tightened around him, a scream tearing from his omega’s lips.

Cum blasted his abdomen and he reached down to milk every drop of cum from Wynter’s shaft, just as his omega’s greedy hole did him. A sigh fell from Wynter’s lips before he collapsed on top of Cav’s chest, his hair cascaded around them.

Cav gasped for air, they both did—locked together once more. He lay there in the aftermath, a sense of rightness seeping into his skin. When he could breathe better, he reached for a lock of Wynter’s silken hair and toyed with it over his fingertips, delighting in the sensation.

Wynter lifted his face, chin between Cav’s pecs, a timid smile hinting on his lips. But Cav also saw worry—which he’d not leave to linger. He brushed some of the hair back from Wynter’s face and smiled softly. “Are you okay?”

His omega smiled and nodded, not a single word expressed.

Though, he didn’t need words. He saw the love in his omega’s eyes.

“I wasn’t too rough on you?”

“No.” Wynter snickered. “I’m more worried about Wilder’s wall—I wonder if we woke the neighbors?”

“Given thatour sonis our neighbor, I’d rather not imagine that.”

Wynter cringed, pointing over his head.“Stop!I meant the ones back there.”

Cav chuckled. Perhaps in the morning he might feel shame, but in that moment, it was the furthest thing from his mind. “Was it as good as before?”

“Better,” Wynter said.

“Oh?I know I can’t keep up with a twenty-eight-year-old. A thirty-eight, maybe, but not the old me.”

Wynter rose on his elbows. “That past version of us was living a fantasy. They thought they had forever, but they were so verywrong. It’s no longer a fantasy for this version. We finally have a future to look forward to.”

Cav’s lips curled upward. He traced the plains of Wynter’s cheek and moved on to his omega’s soft lips. “Took us long enough,” his whispered.

“We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“We do… I figure we’ve got about thirty more years left to make up for the past thirty,” Cav said.

“Will you still want me when I’m eighty?” Wynter asked, grinning.

“I’ll want you when you’re a hundred. A hundred-ten. A hundred-twenty…”

“I don’t think I want to livethatlong.”

Cav wrapped his arms around Wynter. “Few get the chance. But as long as we’re still mostly coherent, can hold one another’s hands, and can kiss each other good night, I’ll take another seventy years with you.”

“That would put you over a hundred-and-thirty,”Wynter said. “Old man.”

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