Page 76 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter smiled, sighing. He rose on his elbows, rolling his hips. “Show me your pleasure, my alpha. Fill me with it.”

Wynter’s orgasms had eased some of the driving need, but it would soon return. Releases helped, but only the filling of his womb would end it. Another wave would replace it soon after, but they’d have their reprieve as soon as he knotted Wynter and erupted deep within. A part of him wondered just how long they could drag it out. How many orgasms could he rend from Wynter’s aching body before he could hold back no longer and pump his seed into his mate’s womb?

He thrust deep, quickening his pace slightly, watching as Wynter smiled at each deep surge. Cav could feel the womb’s entry opening for him. It only opened during a heat, and he realized it hadn’t on the train—not that he’d noticed then. He’d never been inside one before and knew the head would lodge there when he knotted. His seed would coat Wynter’s womb.

As it should.

Another alpha’s seed had been there. His omega had been claimed by another, leaving a babe to take root. By law, it allowed him the right to deny Wynter, yet for Cav, it wasn’t anything to cause a denial. It was almost more a challenge. He’d claim Wynter as his, removing any lingering scent of anothermale from his mate. If he’d been clear-minded and not affected by the need to rut, he might have asked himself if it was callousness to breed his mate before they’d found a way to be together.

While Wynter was legally another alpha’s.

Man’s law didn’t trump the law of nature in Cav’s mind. While some might’ve called it cheating and say Wynter was breaking a moral code, that was impossible. Wynter’s husband was the one who’d broken the code of nature, stealing what hadn’t belonged to him.

Cav had every right to Wynter’s body, and he’d ensure that alpha knew his omega had been claimed. That thought pushed him over the edge. He drove extra deep, the head of his cock wedging the cervix open. His knot swelled, locking them together, and he roared as he came, splashing his seed and filling his omega’s womb.

Pulse after pulse, jet after jet, he erupted, satisfying his omega’s body. He locked gazes with his mate, their bodiesandsouls bound in that moment. Cav’s legs trembled, his knees threatening to go out from under him. He carefully lifted Wynter and slid into the bed, draping his omega astride over his lap. Wynter shuddered against him as his seed continued to erupt within.

In the quiet aftermath, Wynter rested his head on Cav’s chest. He knew his omega could hear how quickly his heart raced. It pulsed loud in his own ears as he fought to catch his breath. Wynter did the same, his chest heaving against Cav’s. Slowly, they regained the ability to breathe somewhat normally, and Cav smiled at the quiet comfort of having his omega in his arms.

“Will it always be like this between us?”

Cav glanced down into his mate’s face, anticipation for the right answer shining in those gorgeous blue eyes. He’d never tire of seeing Wynter like that. Wide-eyed, love-drunk, and filled with his cum. He brushed Wynter’s wild hair back, smiling softly. “I’ve never had a mate before, so I can’t say for sure—but something tells me that it will.”

Wynter smiled, the sight of his satisfaction tugging at Cav’s heartstrings.“Good.”

Cav leaned down and captured Wynter’s lips, tugging slightly on the knot locking them together as he moved. Wynter moaned against his lips, yet didn’t break away, Instead, it seemed as if he pulled more, the pleasure of it threaded with equal parts pain. He rode the edge along with Wynter, reveling in their shared enjoyment of it.

When Wynter broke the kiss, he seemed breathless. He gasped for air, a satisfied, smug little smile on his face.

“Have I loved you well, my omega?” Cav asked.

“You have,” Wynter replied.

“We have days before us. Hopefully I have you smiling like that by the end of it, too.”

Wynter rose on his elbows on Cav’s chest. “I look forward to seeing your efforts.”

The arrogant tilt of his omega’s chin brought laughter. He cupped Wynter’s cheek. “You smug little chit.”

“Smug? I don’t think so. Greedy, perhaps. I want it all. You have days to show me just how good my alpha can really be.”

“I plan to rise to the challenge. Not just now, but in the months and years to come.”

“I’m glad,” Wynter murmured, grinning. The smile faded some. “Do I please you?”

Cav offered a bemused grin. “I’m currently knotted inside you. I think that says you do.”

Wynter frowned. “My alph?—”

“If you’re speaking of that other man, he’snotyour alpha,” Cav spat.

“Whatever you wish to call him,” Wynter said.

“I’d prefer he not be brought up in our bed,” Cav said. “He stole you from me, and I won’t allow him to steal one second more.”

“I only meant to explain myself,” Wynter said. “He…knots.”

Cav frowned.

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