Page 141 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Love. Notloved.I’ve never stopped.”

“Then we either take hold of this chance now and finally find a little piece of happiness for ourselves—or we drag it out longer and continue to suffer the loss even longer. I don’t know about you, but I’m not getting any younger. I don’t want to waste another minute that I don’t have to.” Cav cupped Wynter’s cheek. “Do you?”

Wynter shook his head, smiling tremulously. “No. Not another second.”

Cav leaned even closer and pressed his lips to Wynter’s. Nearly thirty-five years separated one kiss from another, but it felt as if no time had passed at all. Somehow, Wynter ended up in his lap, hungrily drinking from his lips, their bodies not forgetting just how well they fit together. He slid one hand to the back of Wynter’s neck, locking his fingers in the silver threads and urging the kiss deeper.

Wynter moaned against his lips, writhing over his growing cock. Cav growled, the need to reclaim his mate pulsing in his blood. Warden had taken what was his not one, but twice. He needed to lay with his omega again and leave his mark for all to see.

Suddenly, Wynter jumped from his lap. His face darkened.

“What’s wrong?” Cav asked.

“I’m supposed to be in mourning. I just buried my…” Wynter chuckled. “Myhusband.”

“You weren’t his. Never were,” Cav murmured. He carefully adjusted himself in the chair to help offer some relief to his aching cock.

“I know that. And I owe him nothing,” Wynter said. “But heisVaughn’s father… and Wilder grew up assuming the same. I don’t want to alienate them right now. While I don’t have alpha senses, I suspect they might be able to figure it out if we spent tonight together?”

“It’s possible,” Cav answered, disappointment filling him. When would the waiting end?

“I don’t want to alienate my boys. Everything is so precarious right now—a minefield I’m terrified to set off with a misstep. Wilder seems to be taking everything in relative stride, but whoknows what might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?” Wynter moved closer, wrapping his arms around Cav’s neck again. “You don’t know how much I want you right now… but even so, I think we should wait.”

Cav caressed Wynter’s cheek.“You’vebeen through a lot the last few days. You’re feeling vulnerable. I won’t lie. I feel it, too. Maybe we should wait and make sure we’re ready before we take things farther. Once our minds and bodies have had time to catch up.”

A hint of disappointment washed over Wynter’s face. “True. I don’t want you to regret being with me later.”

“I would never,” Cav whispered. He rose and Wynter’s hands around his neck slid down his chest. “At least let me escort you to the guest house.” He chuckled. “My father was a Wildling and now my son has a guest house. The Cavanaughs have moved up in the world.”

“Money doesn’t mean anything,” Wynter said. “I was happier with the son of the Wildling than I ever was with the son of a rich man.”

Cav’s chest puffed with pride. He offered his arm, and Wynter tucked his hand through it. They walked out into the warm evening, the stars above twinkling across a sky of velvet. He cast a look to the side, his heart beating harder seeing his omega on his arm again. The trip was too short though. He sidled up to the front door and turned to face Wynter.

“These doors lock?” Cav asked. He glanced around in the low light. “It’s kind of dark back here.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really notice when I came out,” Wynter murmured. He opened the door and checked. “Yes. There’s a lock.”

“But it’s been sitting open all night. Anyone could be inside,” Cav said. He brushed past Wynter and flipped on the light. “I’d best check it for you.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. It’s safe out here in the F Quad.”

Cav looked over his shoulder. “And we don’t know if we’re being watched by your family. Likely not, but the chance isn’t zero, right?” He moved toward the bedroom and peeked in before moving in and checking the other doors. Everything appeared fine, yet he hated the idea of leaving Wynter alone there all night.

Especially with them not under the same roof. His protective instincts roared to life. He turned to Wynter, the offer to spend the night in his room on his tongue.

“The bed’s pretty big. It would easily fit us both,” Wynter murmured, sidling up beside him in the bedroom. “In case of trouble, you’d be right here.”

The faintest hint of Wynter’s slick hit his nose. He captured his omega’s gaze, hunger growing. Deep down, he knew they played with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I would.”

Wynter shrugged. “And we don’t have to do anything. Just sleep. I mean, we were in a hotel room all of last night alone and we didn’t jump one another’s bones.”

“Right, right,” Cav murmured, his cock thickening. “You’ve got good points there. We can control ourselves.”

Wynter fought a smile. Cav returned to the entry door, shut, and locked it. As soon as he reentered the bedroom, he smiled.

“All locked up for the night.”

The corners of Wynter’s lips curled up. “Okay.”

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