Page 74 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Inside,” Wynter whispered.“Deepinside.”

As he rose to his knees, Cavanaugh braced his palms on the backs of Wynter’s thighs and pushed both legs back. Wynter’s round bottom was bared to him, the leaking, wet hole spasming with the need to be filled.

With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock and spread it through the glistening slick. His legs trembled, his body begging to be made one with his omega—yet he held back. Cav pressed the head of his cock against Wynter’s wetness and paused. “Here?”

“Yes!”Wynter cried. “Fill me,my alpha.”

Cav closed his eyes, a tremor racing up his spine.

“Breed me.”Wynter whined. “Give me your babes.”

Cav had never shared an omega’s heat. He knew the words were simply instinct, yet they shattered his control. “I was going to suck your sweet, little cock first.”

“No,”Wynter begged. “Inside. Now.”

Cav couldn’t hold back another second. He slid in, the slick allowing him a good halfway thrust. Rearing back, he hissed, the tight hold of his omega’s ass utter perfection. He drove in again, sinking almost all the way. By the third thrust, his cock pressed against the opening to Wynter’s womb. He paused, body trembling, and reveled in the feel of his omega spread around his girth.

As tiny as Wynter was, his body fit Cav’s bigger one like a glove.

He was made for me.

I was made for him.

They held one another’s gazes as he rocked his body against his omega. Slow, even thrusts built the base of friction they both needed. Those gave way to longer ones, where his cock almost came fully out before ramming deep once more. Wynter’s knees draped over his arms, hands clenched in the bedding.

It was then that he realized something. Wynter had yet to touch himself when they’d been on the train. He paused a moment, sitting on his knees, still deeply embedded inside his mate.

“Touch yourself,” Cav murmured.

“What?” Wynter said, lust-drunk.

His eyes were heavy lidded with lust, and Cav was prepared to keep Wynter looking like that for the rest of their days.

“Touchyour cock.”

Wynter’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“I want to see you touch your cock,” Cav said. “While I fill your sweet hole.”

“I… I can’t do that.”

Cav smiled. “Of course you can.”

“I can’t,” Wynter whispered, his eyes growing wider.

“It’syourbody. You can do with it as you want,” Cav said. “It feels good to touch yourself. Even better when you’re with a lover.”

Wynter held his gaze, frowning.

“You don’t touch your cock when you’re in heat, alone?”

“Of course I do it then. I have to or else the ache…” Wynter’s face darkened with shame. “I have to.”

Cav leaned closer, pressing his lips to Wynter. “I won’t force you if you don’t want to show me, but it would turn me on to see you adding to your pleasure.” He smiled. “It shows me how you like to be touched.”

“What I like? I like you jamming that big dick into me.”

Cav grinned. “You’re going to get plenty of that, no worries.” He stole another kiss before he rose again, eyeing Wynter’s cock. Rocking back and forth slowly, he reached for the shaft, wrapping his fingers before stroking in time to the thrust of his cock.

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