Page 72 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter rose and slid onto his alpha’s lap, unable to hold back another second. “I sense I’ll forever be safe in your arms.”

Cavanaugh wrapped him in a warm, tight embrace he never wanted to leave. When their lips met again, it was bliss. The kisses turned hungry, the height of their terror needing to be shaken by the height of their need.

A celebration that they’d survived and were still together.

When they pulled their lips apart to breathe, Wynter’s slick coated his hole. A fresh wave of need slammed into him. He dug his fingers into Cavanaugh’s sweatshirt, moaning.“Fuck…”He shook his head. “I should have one more day.”

“A lingering of your contact heat?” Cavanaugh asked before nibbling along his neck.

“I haven’t felt anything all day.”

“Panic,” Cavanaugh whispered, laying more kisses. “The shock to your system. Perhaps that paused it all?”

“Maybe,” Wynter murmured, a shiver of need racing through his body. He didn’t really care why… he simply wanted Cavanaugh to take that need away by any means possible.

“Whatever it is, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Cavanaugh said. He rose, lifting Wynter into his arms in one swift movement.

“Cav!”Wynter chuckled, shocked at the ease of being lifted. “Be careful with your hand.”

“I’m being careful,” Cavanaugh replied, striding through the house while holding Wynter’s gaze. “I’m taking you to my bed… where I’m going to ease you through this heat.”

“I need my tote,” Wynter said, glancing around the living room as they passed through. “Hopefully myHeat Represspills are still in there.”

Cavanaugh paused. “Do we really need them?”

“A full heat… is a bit intense,” Wynter said. “The medicine only takes the edge off some, but anything’s better than nothing.”

Cavanaugh changed course and snagged Wynter’s tote before returning to his original path. He deposited both Wynter and the bag at the end of the bed—which was protected under a dust cover.

“We should change the sheets,” Cavanaugh said.

“Were they clean when you put them on?” Wynter asked as he peeled back the dust cover.

“Yeah.”

“It’s good enough,” Wynter said.

“Rich boy’s going to rough it, hmm? Or is it because you don’t know how to make a bed?”

Wynter lifted his gaze and an eyebrow.

Cavanaugh chuckled.“Gods,I love seeing you heated. It’ssucha fucking turn-on.”

“Keep pushing your luck, buddy.”

Cavanaugh stole a kiss. “I plan to.”

Wynter tossed the cover into the corner and slid onto the surface, the bedding cool to the touch. He shivered, never fully being warm yet.

“Another fire, coming right up,” Cavanaugh said before he built a second in a smaller fireplace in the bedroom.

Wynter found his bottle ofHeat Repressin the mess of his tote, thankfully. While he’d love to one day share a full heat with Cavanaugh, he wanted some control. Only his first heat had been without the medication, and the memory of that experience was one of terror. He knew Cavanaugh would be kinder to him, given their time on the train, but he wasn’t in the right headspace to attempt it.

As soon as the flames rose, Cavanaugh disappeared again. He reemerged with a case of water, a large bag of trail mix, and another of protein bars to keep them fed for the days to come. His alpha deposited those at the foot of the bed before kicking off his sweatpants and dragging the sweatshirt over his head.

He stood at the end of the bed, his hard, muscled body gloriously nude, body swathed in the dancing firelight. It painted dark shadows on the dips between muscles, making him appear almost godlike. The rounded brawn shone in the light, as did the thick erection angling toward him.

“You’re striking,” Wynter whispered.

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