Page 55 of His Forsaken Alpha

“No!”Cav roared. “Stay inside and lock it.” The lock wouldn’t hold up against his strength, he was sure of it, but it was the only barrier between them. It would have to do. “A few hours… we can make it a few hours.”

Ignoring his command, Wynter opened the door wider, need glistening in his blue eyes.

Cav panted, clutching the doorframe as a lifeline.“Close it.”

Wynter shook his head. “I don’t want to.”

Cav closed his eyes. “We can’t do this.”

“Weshouldn’tdo this. There’s a difference,” Wynter murmured.

Cav took an involuntary step closer, his body and his intrinsic nature refusing to listen to his commands to stop.

Wynter backed away, panting as he caressed his hard cock through loose pants. “I need to know.”

“What? What do you need to know?” Cav whispered. Why did he bother asking the question? It would only torment them both.

“What it feels like to betrulywanted. Without bounds.” He sobbed. “Withoutdisgust.”

Disgust?Cav cringed, hating being reminded that another had claimed what was his. He moved closer before he’d even realized he had, hungry to give in to his omega’s request. He closed the door behind him, the need to rut pulsing in his veins. He dragged Wynter closer, their bodies fitting together better than they should have. He grasped Wynter by the neck, and his omega shivered.

Fear or wanting?

He’s already been forced once.

Be gentle.He released his tight hold on his omega’s neck, trailing his hand down to caress Wynter’s collarbone, and then lower. Lower.

Be gentle?What the fuck am I doing?

Leave… get the fuck out of here. Go sit on the godsdamned roof of the train if you have to!

Get out of here before you do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.

He met Wynter’s gaze again and saw longing… and a loneliness he’d felt often on his travels.

“I should go,” Cav whispered as his hand wrapped around Wynter’s hard cock, covered in too many layers of clothing.

“Yes, you should,” Wynter murmured, his voice sultry. He immediately shivered, his long, graceful neck arching, begging to be nibbled. He held Cav’s gaze a few seconds.“But don’t.”

Wynter rose to his full height as he looked up, his eyes pleading. His omega was still a good foot below Cavanaugh’s own six-five. He grasped the pretty omega by the back of the head, needing a kiss to prove what this man was to him—or not, or so he told himself. The second he slanted his lips over Wynter’s, his whole body ignited.

The omega fought him a few seconds, a weak struggle at best. Wynter’s fingers soon dug into Cav’s thin sweater, dragging them ever closer. Wynter mewled against his lips before kissing him back just as hungrily. Breathless, Cav pulled away… just long enough to unbutton the omega’s tunic.

Wynter pushed Cav’s light jacket off his shoulders. “This is insane. What are we doing?”

“We can stop,” Cav said. He would stop if his omega said so, but the hell if it would be simple. He stilled his fingers over Wynter’s buttons, but the omega didn’t stop, jumping in to help.

Wynter peeled off his tunic before dragging Cav’s sweater off. Chest to chest, they kissed feverishly. A hunger unlike anything he’d ever experienced raged through him. He needed to know his omega intimately… or else…

He might die there on the spot.

Wynter knewwhat they were doing was a mistake.

With every fiber of his being, he knew that truth—yet there was no way he could stop it from happening, either.Legally,he belonged to another, but everything within told him he belongedto Wilder Cavanaugh. He’d realized in the seconds after he’d first left the cabin and had longed for the alpha to follow.

“Take me. Make me yours,” Wynter whispered.

When Cavanaugh pulled away from him, a cry of disapproval tore from his lips.

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