Page 57 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Yes,”Wynter panted.

“Can I touch you elsewhere?” his alpha asked.

“Where?” Wynter asked, closing his eyes—and knowing exactly where he wanted to be touched.

“Where do you ache the most, baby?”

Baby.The endearment was infantile, yet when Cavanaugh said it, it sent a thrill through him. “All over,” Wynter admitted. “Everywhere.” He arched his back, slick dripping down the backs of his thighs.“Please.”

Cavanaugh slid off the edge of the bed, kneeling at Wynter’s feet before lifting a hand to stroke the hard length inches from his lips. When his tongue shot out and lapped up the bit of cream on the end of Wynter’s cock, he nearly came on the spot. “What are you doing?”

Cavanaugh looked up at him, his eyes darker with dilated pupils. “Has no one kissed you here?”

“No,”Wynter replied, gasping. “I didn’t know…” He knew little about sex, only what bits he’d shared in his mated bed. Warden shoved his face into the mattress, climbed on top, and ruttedover and over again until the heat was mercifully over. “Is that what real lovers do?”

“That and more,” Cavanaugh replied, his fingertips just barely stroking him up and down.

“Teach me,” Wynter begged.

“It would be my honor,” Cavanaugh murmured before drawing the head of Wynter’s cock between his lips.

Wynter’s entire body tensed, the sensation unreal. Cavanaugh sucked, licked, and nibbled, taking him all the way down to the root. The alpha’s nose nestled in the small patch of white-blond hair at the base of his cock, drawing him deep.

Keening, Wynter orgasmed, shattering as he erupted in Cavanaugh’s hot mouth. He sank his fingers into the man’s hair, holding on as he bucked, his body no longer under his own control.

He’d wanted wild, and wild was what he got.

Cavanaugh drank of him, swallowing his passion through it all—and when Wynter finally stilled, legs quivering—his alpha gently drew him closer for a kiss, sharing the taste of that lust.

“How was that?” Cavanaugh asked as their lips parted.

Wynter chuckled, words failing him.“Good.”

“Just good?” Cavanaugh asked, one brow rising. A hint of a smile played over his lips.

“I can’t…” Wynter panted, still trying to catch his breath. “I don’t have the words.”

Cavanaugh nipped at his lips, quick, successive kisses.

“More, please…” Wynter pleaded, the kisses not enough. Already he wanted more, even though he wasn’t sure what more looked like.

Cavanaugh chuckled before kissing him again, his taste still on his alpha’s tongue. He was gently lowered onto the bed, and Cavanaugh rose up over him. When Cavanaugh lifted one of Wynter’s knees and moved between his thighs, he frowned.

“What are you doing?”

Cavanaugh froze, frowning. “I’m going to make love to you.” He held Wynter’s stare as he pressed the head of his throbbing cock at the spot where his slick flowed like honey.

“How?”

Cavanaugh cocked his head to the side, appearing confused.“How?What do you mean?”

“Um… shouldn’t I be on my stomach? Face down?”

Cavanaugh closed his eyes and tightened his jaw, appearing angry.

“I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing,” Wynter whispered.

“Does he not even look at you when he’s rutting atop you?”

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