Page 163 of His Forsaken Alpha

Cav chuckled. “Feed it to me and I can rectify that, my omega.”

Wynter trembled. “As you wish…my alpha.”

Cav lifted his head as Wynter leaned closer and sacrificed the unblemished tip. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth, toying it with his tongue while his omega bucked and rutted against him and his aching shaft. When he closed his jaw and his teeth grazed the skin, Wynter moaned with delight. He sank his teeth in a little harder, searching for his omega’s limits. The minute Wynter winced, he let go, licking and kissed the abraded flesh.

“More,”Wynter whispered.

Cav flipped them, pinning his omega underneath. “Oh, I plan to leave your body filled with my marks tonight.”

Wynter writhed, smiling wickedly.“A winning plan.”

A good man followed through on his promises. Cav considered himself a good man, and he wouldn’t let his omega down. Starting from the top, he leisurely worked his way to the bottom—kissing and sucking those precious toes—and all the way backup. Wynter’s body was littered with bite and nibble marks, some darker and redder than others. He paused and kissed a few of the angrier ones as he rose.

Once done, he slid higher and recaptured Wynter’s lips. His omega squirmed under him, whimpering with pleasure. “You’re not done,are you?”

Cav frowned. “I said from the top to the bottom. I think I’ve fulfilled that promise, haven’t I?”

“Only on one side, though,”Wynter murmured before pressing on Cav’s chest with both palms. “Give me room.”

Cav moved to his haunches, a grin stretching his face wide.

Wynter rolled to his belly before lifting his sweet, perfectly round ass into the air. “You missed thiswhole side,Alpha.”

Cav chuckled, but the smile faded at what he saw next. Wynter spread his cheeks, baring his slickened entrance while gripping the soft flesh tight in his fingers. Cav growled, cock throbbing with the need to be one with his mate. He gasped for air, his omega’s body calling him closer.

“Morenibbles,”Wynter pleaded.

Cav looked to that sweet, slick-coated hole and back to his mate’s face watching him over one shoulder. A promise was a promise.

Lunging, he hovered over Wynter’s back, one fist stabbed into the mattress beside his omega’s head, the other clutching the waterfall of silver-blond hair to move it out of his way. Cav started at the nape, earning more mewls and whimpers from his omega, and drifted to the shoulder again. More marks were left in his second journey south, most on the upper swells of those beautiful ass cheeks. He pressed Wynter’s hands out of hisway and took over control of their squeezing from his mate. He clutched the soft globes before leaning in and leaving a few more bite marks on the swells.

“Cavanaugh…”Wynter ground his hips against the mattress.“I neeeeed…”

Cav bit the inside of his cheek to fight off the rising growl. Wynter’s need wrapped around him, calling to his possessive side—the animal part within that needed to stake his claim. His control was tattered, as it was, and hearing the lust in his omega’s voice threatened to snap that hold.

“Iwasready to fulfil that need, but you demanded I leave no inch unnibbled, my love.”

“Cavanaugh…” Wynter glanced over his shoulder.“Please.”

Cav smiled, forcing down the alpha aggression, the demand to take. “A part of me would love to submit and give in to you, but I fear I can’t. I finish the jobs I start.”

“You’re just being cruel…”Wynter scowled.

“Only just a little.” He swatted Wynter’s ass again. “But it will heighten the pleasure if I heighten the need.”

“Torment. You can end it,” Wynter pleaded. “I give you permission to stop.”

“Oh,no,”Cav said, spreading Wynter’s cheeks apart again. He eyed the puckering flesh there, lips ready for a taste. “I won’t give in that easy.”

He lowered into a comfortable position, ready to give his full focus to his favorite part of Wynter. He lapped across the hole, reveling in the sweet slick coating it, before he circled the rim.He shoved his face between the cleft and licked from sac to under the puckered hole and back again.

“Cavanaugh!”

Cav paused a moment, nibbling on his mate’s sac. “Yes, my love.”

“I beg you,” Wynter sobbed. “I can’t?—”

Cav heard it and felt it in the trembling of his omega’s body. Overwhelmed, Wynter’s need had been driven too far. His omega was freefalling and needed an anchor. Cav rolled his omega over and slid his hand behind one knee, lifting as he moved into place. He tried to capture Wynter’s stare, but his mate’s pupils were blown, and those eyes focused on nothing.

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