Page 80 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter was already lightly snoring when his knot faded. Cav carefully extracted himself and slid from the bed, almost too weak to walk. After pulling a couple bottles of water from the case, he guzzled half of the first on his way to the other side of the bed. Lifting Wynter’s head, he urged his omega to drink some and was able to get a little in. On his way back to his side, he snagged a couple of protein bars and then returned to bed, depositing his goods on the nightstand for later.

His omega curled up in his arms, snuggling close. Cav smiled inwardly, knowing happiness beyond any other in that moment. The logical side of his mind roared, still trying to deny what he felt, calling it a chemical reaction and immediate addiction—and even if that’s all it was, he didn’t want to detox.

He stared down at his omega in his arms, resolute in his desire to have the man as his. One way or another, he’d have his mate in his arms until the end of time.

9

Wynter awoke—if he could call it that—the intensity of a true heat hitting hard. He sobbed, the need within a sucking hole, demanding to be filled. Without waking Cav, he climbed atop his mate and sank down the man’s already hard shaft, moaning as he was filled. Slick leaked copiously from his body, making the coupling easy. As soon as he had Cav’s cock balls deep, the alpha’s eyes popped open, a growl of delight rising from the man’s lips.

He met Cav’s gaze, sure he would soon lose his mind. Until then, he rode his mate’s big cock, their moans and mewls in perfect time to every slick slide. Cav’s grip on his hips grew tighter, almost painful, yet it only added to his need.

When Cav flipped him over and pounded his poor hole, he cried tears of joy. He egged his alpha on, the innate words pouring from his lips as he begged for satisfaction, and the child a breeding would cause.

Somewhere, underneath the animalistic need, Wynter was there, hearing and experiencing it all while the other part of him was in control. Cav was rough with him, but never too rough,as if the man instinctively knew where the line was drawn and respected it. At one point, he was turned to his hands and knees, but never was his face shoved into the bedding. No, Cavanaugh pulled him back, angling his lips, and kissing him deeply as they fucked.

And they fucked.

Over and over again.

The first couple of days, there were only minutes between the chaotic rounds of sex. By the next, they’d calmed some, hours between waves of need. Hours they spent sleeping or whispering secrets to one another. His body grew swollen, his womb filled with Cav’s seed. He could see his belly poking out from it.

By the end of another day, he awoke in the early hours, flung over Cav’s hard body in the messy bed. He wasn’t sure how many days had passed other than it had been more than one. They’d begun in the dark. He remembered the light of day and another night. If it was gray outside, that was a second day. Or maybe a third? Time had blended together.

All he truly remembered was the best sex he’d ever experienced—and from an adoring alpha. He smiled into the crook of Cav’s neck, happier than he’d ever been in his life. Every inch of him was sore, but in a delicious way that only drove the need for more. He whimpered, realizing they weren’t done. Not yet.

Cav slept deeply, a hint of a snore as he breathed in. Wynter closed his eyes, attempting to hold off and allow his mate to sleep longer. They were both exhausted, and considering Cav was doing most of the hard work, the man had to be even more so. He stretched, begging his body to still, but as the minutespassed and his slick dribbled copiously, he knew it would not be ignored.

Even in sleep, Cav’s body seemed to sense Wynter’s heat. His cock grew harder by the second, his hips moving slightly, as if trying to feed Wynter’s need. Instead of waking his alpha, Wynter rose onto his knees and pressed his ass against the tip, sinking down on Cav’s length inch by inch—just as he had in those first moments. He rather liked being on top and having that control.

He’d never been given it before.

His alpha’s eyes popped open, those strong hands clenching his hips as he bore down.

“Fuck,baby,” Cav said, his voice deep and sleep filled.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Wynter murmured, rolling his hips uncontrollably against Cav’s strong grip, which was preventing him from fucking his mate. “I was going to let you sleep.”

Cav released one hand, using it to scrub his face and eyes. “No way I’m sleeping through this, my love. Your body feels too good around my cock.”

Wynter chuckled, hovering above Cav. “So why don’t you let go so I can have what I need?”

Cav released his other hand, holding both up in a signal of surrender.

Wynter sobbed before he rode his mate’s cock as he’d intended. In that position, he was able to choose the angle, depth, and speed—and it was amazing. He flattened his palms over Cav’s chest and abused his mate’s cock. He looked down and got lost in his alpha’s gaze as he worked his hole over that thick shaft.

Realizing it drove Cav mad, he leaned back, arching his back. Using one hand, he rubbed the head of Cav’s cock as it pressed inside his womb, squeezing his belly tight to show it off even more. A guttural growl came from Cav, his fingers once again digging into Wynter’s hips. Cav pumped up heavily, meeting his thrusts and making them all the rougher.

Wynter loved the sensation of Cav hitting his trembling womb. Days into the heat, his body was already well primed—as was Cav’s. It didn’t take long for them to reach the apex. Again, they both came together. He’d lost track of how many times it had happened. Wynter rushed over the edge first, and Cav followed him over, the knot forming within seconds.

Their cries filled the small bedroom already overloaded with the scent of their sex. Wynter’s body was full of Cav’s seed. It dripped from him and coated his inner thighs and ass. After they parted, his womb remained swollen with it.

He collapsed on Cav’s chest, sucking in air to fill his burning lungs. Exhausted, he fought to keep his eyes open and experience every second of his alpha’s claiming. Locked in place, he felt the jets of cum splashing inside, seeking the egg inside his womb. He reveled in the natural dominance of it.

When it had been Warden, he’d hated it.

With Cav, he craved it.

Perhaps that was simply the fact they were fated for one another or was it that Cav’s body better satisfied him? Cavanaugh was bigger in every way. More muscled.

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