Page 188 of His Forsaken Alpha

“My love for you is practically indestructible. You can dream all you want now,” Cavanaugh said. “And we can make as many of them come true as humanly possible.”

Wynter leaned in and captured Cavanaugh’s mouth. He poured his love into his alpha, hoping Cavanaugh understood just how much he adored the man. When they parted, Wynter reached out and caressed his alpha’s stubbled cheek. “Youarethe dream come true.”

Cavanaugh stole another kiss. He lifted his head, his eyes sleepy and love-filled. “I want us to be mated.Officially.To stand in front of our son and his family, my brothers and yours… and for them to see how madly I love my omega. And how much he loves me.” Cavanaugh searched his face. “But only if it’s also what you want, too.”

“Of courseI do,” Wynter said.

“I’ve looked back on that time we spent here and realized how pushy I’d been. I wanted to save you from an unhappy life, but I never asked. Itoldyou not to go back to him. Itoldyou that you were staying with me. Itoldyou how life was going to be. I didn’t see it then. I only saw that you were in pain, and I wanted to save you from it—and I didn’t see I was as bad as the rest of them.”

“No… you werenot.You’re the only man who’s ever shown me an ounce of love and respect. You wanted me safe, and sure, maybe you were a little overzealous, but you only wanted me happy. Never compare yourself to those monsters. You’renothinglike them.”

“Even so… I don’t want you to wear this ring if you’re not ready. I can close it up and shove it back in my pocket and wait until you are. And if you never are, that’s okay, too—as long as you promise to stay in my life this time, I’ll be fine.”

Wynter caressed his cheek, sensing Cavanaugh sought a guarantee of some kind. Proof Wynter wouldn’t disappear again. Wynter had already taken too much. If that was something he could give, he damned well would. “You’re a good man, Wilder Cavanaugh. You deserved so much better than you got. I’ll never think I’m worthy of your love… but if you’re willing to make me yoursofficially,then I can’t imagine wanting anything more.”

Cavanaugh’s smile glittered brighter than the diamonds on the ring. He popped it from the box and slid it on Wynter’s outstretched finger.

It was a perfect fit. Just as Cavanaugh was to him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like it’s wearer,” Cavanaugh said. He leaned in for another kiss.

And another.

“Can we move this inside?” Cavanaugh asked. “I suddenly feel the urge to get my omega naked and in bed.”

Wynter nodded. “Let’s go.”

Cav had waitedeons to show his omega the rebuilt cabin, yet as he drew Wynter through he no longer had the patience to stop and smell the roses. He cast a look over his shoulder,momentarily reveling in the awed expression on his mate’s face, but that was the limit of his patience. Cav needed to once again share his mate in his bed, in the same spot they’d first made whispered promises in the dark. Promises they were finally fulfilling.

“It’s beautiful,” Wynter murmured, wonder in his voice, as Cav quickly peeled clothing from his body.

“Ummhmm,” Cav mumbled, focused on one thing and one thing only. Having Wynter under him.

Before he finished, Wynter lifted his chin with one fingertip.“It’s beautiful.Almost exactly as it was before.”

Cav held Wynter’s gaze, nodding. The need was consuming, so much that there was no spare energy left for more than one thing.

“Cav?”Wynter asked, frowning.

“I need you,” Cav growled. “Now.” He lifted a trembling hand to Wynter’s cheek. “Please.”

Wynter’s expression softened, and his irises widened. Cav inhaled, the sudden scent of slick filling the room only adding to the urgency within. He had to claim his mate, or he might lose his mind then and there.

Once he removed the last of his omega’s clothing, he gently pushed the man back on the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged at his belt, towering over his naked omega lying in wait, watching his every move. Wynter reached down, stroking his thickening cock, hips rising to meet the languid motions of his hand. A pearl of fluid rose to the tip, glistening in the low light coming from the bathroom. He dragged his shirt over his headand knelt before removing his pants, needing to taste his mate’s need as much as he needed air in his lungs.

Wynter whined as he lapped it up, and then writhed as he laved his tongue over the glans and down the velvet length. Sucking the head between his lips, he blindly tore at the closure on his jeans and ripped the zipper down, freeing his own cock as he shoved them and his boxers past his hips. He stroked both their cocks, one in each hand, while sucking the tip of Wynter’s.

His own shaft pulsed and throbbed in his palm, the need to claim screaming in his veins—but he needed to know his mate knew pleasure before he turned greedy. Moving the hand on Wynter’s shaft to the small sac below, he massaged it as he drew the rest of the length to the back of his throat, suckling the way he knew Wynter loved.

His omega keened, writhing on the bed. The second he released his own cock and pressed a couple of fingers against the slick-filled entrance, Wynter pleaded for more. All too eager to comply, he stretched his omega’s hole, readying his mate for what came next.

Wynter sank his fingers into Cav’s hair, holding tight. His breaths came in short gasps between sobs and moans. He knew his mate was close to the edge. Cav would’ve loved to draw it out and leave his love there on that edge for hours—but that would have to come another time. He wanted his cock deep inside his omega, but not before he ripped screams from the man’s throat.

And he did just that seconds later. Wynter’s back bowed as he orgasmed, a rush of cream filling Cav’s mouth. Cav drained him dry, lapping up every drop of his omega’s pleasure before rising to his feet.

Wynter’s long, platinum blond hair fanned out over the bed, almost giving an angelic appearance. His body shimmered with a fine coating of sweat, adding to the mystical beauty. How he’d gotten so godsdamned lucky to be bound to the most gorgeous creature on earth, he’d never know—but he’d gone through hell to get ahold of his angel, that was for sure.

Their torment was finally over, and it was time to rejoice in one another until the end of their days. Once he’d kicked out of his pants and boxers and tore his socks from his feet, Cav knelt on the mattress, and it dipped under his weight. He dragged Wynter closer to the center, giving him space to lift those lithe legs and bare the slick-coated entrance his body craved.

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