Page 194 of His Forsaken Alpha

A smile formed on his lips. He’d thought their chances to experience another lost. Wynter hadn’t had a heat in many cycles, but reunited, it returned. A gift he’d not been expecting.

“Oh gods,”Wynter mumbled. “Am I… I’m in heat, aren’t I?”

“I think so,” Cav said softly against his omega’s ear. He grasped Wynter’s ass with both hands and lifted, angling his cock against the warm slick at the entrance to his omega’s hole. Lifting his hips, he thrust deep, both of them sighing once fully bound.

They rocked on that swing, Cav cupping his omega’s ass and lifting, thrusting, and lifting again. Wynter mewled his pleasure, lifting both arms over his shoulders to clutch Cav’s. He held on as Cav filled his love over and over again.

“Oh Cav… oh, baby…yeah,right there…oh, fuck…”

Sweat beaded Cav’s brow as he pushed his omega closer to the edge—all while holding on to his tenuous control. The heat itself had strung him tight. It wouldn’t take long before he’d orgasm and blast Wynter’s womb with seed.

“I want your baby, alpha,” Wynter crooned, his head lolling back. “Fill me with your baby, Cav.”

Wynter screamed seconds later, the muscles wrapped around Cav’s cock tight as he strained. It sent Cav over the edge, as well. His knot swelled, locking them together as he filled his mate’s womb.

Wynter collapsed against him, gasping for air. Cav struggled himself.

They sat there quietly, bound in the dark under the stars.

“It’s been almost a year since my last heat,” Wynter finally said. “If that’s what this is.”

Cav kissed Wynter’s earlobe. “I sensed it might be… but that baby talk convinced me it was. We get another heat to play with.”

Wynter chuckled. “A mild one, if it is.”

“Well, we’re neither one a young man. A full heat might kill me.”

“Don’t say that,” Wynter scolded. “You’re going to live forever, remember?”

Cav chuckled. “I’ll do my best, my love.”

Wynter turned and sought a proper kiss before resting his head on Cav’s chest. “I said it was mild, but technically… the full moon istomorrownight. I don’t have anyHeat Represswith me. I thought I was done with those days.”

“Tonight might be the extent of it, for all we know,” Cav said. “And if it is, we treasure this little moment and smile.”

Wynter stiffened against him.

“What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?”

“No,” Wynter said. “A thought just came to me.”

Cav paused, waiting to hear.

“If I’m having a heat… does that mean I—” He stopped. “No. No. Not possible.”

Cav’s mind exploded as he realized what Wynter was suggesting. “A fifty-three-year-old omega is highly unlikely to get pregnant. But it’s not impossible.”

“Don’t you dare,” Wynter said. “I’m a grandpapa. This baby factory isclosed.”

Cav knew they were much too old to become parents. It was unfair to a child, in his opinion. If they had one, they’d be in their seventies and eighties by the time the kid went off to college. Yet, the thought of getting a chance to raise a son with his omega tugged at him in a way he knew it shouldn’t.

“If only we were ten years younger,” Wynter said, as if reading his mind. “It would’ve been nice to have a baby we could raise together.”

“The grandbabies are good enough for me,” Cav said.“Andwe can still travel all we want.”

“True,”Wynter replied with a grin. The grin faded. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to watch your son grow into a man.”

“Yeah, but at least I got to see that he did.”

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