Page 56 of His Forsaken Alpha

Cavanaugh walked to the door—to test the lock. He turned back to Wynter but passed by. He closed the blinds to the large outer window, the dim light inside just showing the barest of outlines. When Cavanaugh turned on the wall sconce on low, barely illuminating the darkened space, they stared at one another, the simmering attraction ratcheting higher.

They were alone in the dark.

The outside world was gone.

No one could see.

It was just the two of them and the all-consuming need simmering between them. Cavanaugh pulled out one of the benches that apparently converted into a makeshift bed, giving them more than ample room to lie together.

“You’ve done this before,” Wynter whispered.

“Slept on a train, yes. Slept with an omega I barely know? No.” Cavanaugh closed the gap between them. “I don’t make a habit of bedding mated omegas, either.” He swallowed thickly, jaw tight. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“Yes. I do,” Wynter whispered. Even if he’d wanted to stop, it was too late for that. He’d gotten a little taste and there was no way he could survive not knowing how it felt to be loved fully—with passion and tenderness.

He lived a passionless existence, and it was killing him. While he couldn’t be sure Cavanaugh would be tender with him, he sensed he could trust the man soul deep. Wynter had to know what he’d lost in those scrambling moments, scared and afraid of what was happening to him. With Cavanaugh, it was his choice.

He chose to burn.

Mistake or not, it was his decision, not one forced upon him. The power in that was heady.

Cavanaugh dragged him closer and continued to remove the rest of their clothes. Piece by piece disappeared, and finally they both stood facing one another, with no barriers between them. Cavanaugh’s gaze drank him in, running all over his body.

“You can look all you want,” Wynter whispered. “As long as you touch me before I die.”

Cavanaugh yanked him closer. He sat down on the fold-out bed and drew Wynter between his splayed thighs, their heights near matching. Wynter slid his palms over Cavanaugh’s muscled shoulders, his body so different than the only other one he’d seen besides his own.

Warden was soft and fleshy. Cavanaugh was hard and angular. The alpha’s hands were rough, with callouses. His squeezes were almost painful, the strength in his grip, his arms… and even his lips, heady. His alpha was big and bold and brash… and for all Wynter’s complaining, the perfect match for him.

Their arguing had been unsettling, perhaps their innermost parts recognizing the connection and subconsciously fighting against it. It had also been a form of flirtation, he sensed. It had jacked them both up and led them down that path to where they found themselves—naked and alone.

Wynter trailed his fingertips over the strong muscles of his alpha’s upper arms, the skin so warm it nearly burnt the flesh there. Sweat dotted Cavanaugh’s brow. Seed pearled at the head of his massive shaft.

He clearly burned for Wynter.

Yet he simply sat there, watching.

Waiting.

“Do I not please you?”

“You do,” Cavanaugh murmured, his voice as rough as his hands.

“Then why haven’t you forced me down on that bed and taken what you wanted of me?”

Cavanaugh closed his eyes, his body trembling. When he reopened them, Wynter saw the banked fire there. “I think you’ve experienced enough of alphas forcing you to do anything.”

Wynter gasped, eyes widening. He held back a sob, his chest tight. Cavanaugh held back to…protect him?No man had ever sheltered him like that… not even his own parents and most assuredly, not Warden. “And what if Iwantyou to force me under you and have your way with me?”

He’d never wanted it before… yet it was all he could think about with his alpha. Histruealpha.

“Isthat what you want?” Cavanaugh asked, his fists bunching in the hastily laid sheet over the surface of the makeshift bed. He was straining, holding back with a strength that stunnedWynter. “Or would you rather take what you need from me first?”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Wynter answered honestly.

Cavanaugh leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Wynter’s neck. And then another closer to his ear. Wynter’s head fell back, yearning for more.

“Does that feel good?” Cavanaugh whispered against his ear.

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