Page 79 of His Forsaken Alpha

“No!”Wynter commanded.

Cav froze, struggling with his control—yet the tone in his omega’s voice had hold of him. Call it instinct or his protective nature, but Cav was the one enslaved to Wynter’s need. “If it hurts… or doesn’t bring you pleasure… we stop.”

“I shouldn’t want two,” Wynter said, eyes shining. “But it feels so good.”

“Shouldn’tisn’t a word we use, you and me. If something feels good, and we both want it—we do it. No shame, my love.None.”

Wynter searched his face before relaxing. He nodded.

Cav slid back in, as deep as he could with the thick knot on the dildo in his way. He eyed Wynter’s stretched hole and shuddered from the sight.

“Fuck me,” Wynter whispered. “Ruin my hole with that fat cock.”

Cav gasped at the dirty speak, turned on by it.“Fuck,Wynter,” he murmured, wincing at the wave of raw need spiraling low inhis belly. He moved into better position and slid the dildo above his dick before pounding his mate’s slick channel, moving the other cock in time with his own.

Wynter thrashed under him, moaning louder and louder with every thrust. He reached down, stroking his own cock and pinching his nipple again, so lost to the shamelessness that Cav wondered if he’d created a little monster. He smiled, glad if he had. Cav had traveled the world and seen things few had when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Wildlings tended to be exhibitionists, fucking in public. Often with more than one locked together. He’d seen alphas sharing an omega many times on his travels and had longed to try it himself—though he’d never had the nerve. The opportunity, sure, but never the nerve. The dildo gave him a little taste, one on the safer side, just him and his omega.

Wynter’s back arched and he came, firing his cum onto Cav’s chest. Cav roared as Wynter’s inner muscles tightened around him and the dildo. Seconds before his knot formed, Cav whipped the dildo out and plunged the few extra inches allowed to him. The head of his cock wedged into Wynter’s womb seconds before the knot locked them together and the first jet of his seed warmed his omega’s insides.

Cav roared again, the first eruption making his arms shake. He rolled them, collapsing back before he lost the ability to remain upright. Wynter straddled atop him. He arched his back, still coming as Cav pulsed inside. It was then that Cav saw it. The tip of his cock pressing out when Wynter bore down and tightened his gut.

He ran a reverent hand over the spot, smug satisfaction filling him. Wynter crested, sweat coating his face as he gasped for air.Once he’d gotten a few lungfuls, he looked down on his abdomen where Cav held him. “What’re you doing?”

“Gimme your hand,” Cav said instead.

Once Wynter did, he pressed his omega’s hand to the spot where the tip of his cock rested. He grinned up at his mate, pleased.

“I don’t understand,” Wynter whispered.

“Can’t you feel my cock?”

Wynter chuckled. “You’re twice my size with a cock almost as big as my toy. Have no doubt. I can feel your cockandyour knot.Everywhere.”

Cav grinned even more by that answer. “I’m being an idiot. It’s just… exciting to see the end of my cock pressing against your belly.”

“Ahh,” Wynter said. “Well, that’s not just the head of your cock. It’s my womb, too.”

Cav realized Wynter was right. Wrapped around the head of his cock was Wynter’s babymaker. A sudden shame hit him. He had no right to mark Wynter full of his seed. Not yet. “We should’ve used condoms.”

Wynter’s smile faded. “I didn’t bring any. Do you have some?”

“No,” Cav said. “I wasn’t anticipating company. This isn’t right…”

Confusion washed over Wynter’s face.

“No, this isn’t wrong, either…” Cav said, pausing, wanting to ensure he spoke the right words. “Getting you pregnant nowisn’t fair to you. Before we can push for a detachment from your husband.”

“Oh,” Wynter murmured. “For a minute, I thought you were saying you didn’t want to share my heat.”

“I do. Very much so. And one day, we’ll have children, too, but we’ve only just met and have obstacles in our path. I hate the idea of adding more obstacles just yet.”

“You have no condoms. Nor do I. What do we do?” Wynter winced. “Will you leave me here alone?”

“No,”Cav said. “I wouldn’t do that to you, even if it might be the smarter choice for us. I can’t leave you here to suffer alone.”

“I don’t want you to leave me,” Wynter whispered. His lids hung heavily. He showed signs of fatigue. Cav felt it, as well.

“I won’t. Get some rest,” Cav murmured, urging Wynter to lower his head. The next day, Wynter’s heat would hit full steam and they’d be lost to it. Over the days to follow, they’d only get minutes to hours between to rest. The first day was usually the worst, or so he’d heard. As more passed, the longer the gaps between waves. They needed to take advantage of the breaks their bodies allowed.

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