Page 189 of His Forsaken Alpha

Cav held Wynter’s gaze, pausing to take stock before he lost himself in his omega.

“Come on, alpha. Show me what you’ve got,” Wynter whispered.

Cav angled the head down and sank into Wynter’s warm heat. Slick eased the passage, allowing him to slide deep on the first thrust. On the second, he was knot deep inside his mate and could die a happy man. “When I die, I want it to be right here,” Cav mumbled before kissing the inside of Wynter’s calf.

“No talk of dying,” Wynter pled. “In my mind, you’re immortal.”

If only.He could spend a million years loving his omega.

“A god,”Wynter added, grinning wickedly. “Show me how it feels to be loved by a god.”

Cavanaugh chuckled before giving it all he had. He withdrew from that delicious heat before sliding back in. On they went, Wynter lifting to meet his every thrust. Their moans and thescent of their lovemaking filled the bedroom, swirling around them in a cacophony of the senses.

Midway through, he twisted slightly to the side, allowing one of Wynter’s long legs down while holding the other aloft. He pounded into Wynter, not quite from behind, not quite from the side. Wynter turned his head, capturing Cav’s lips, as they slammed against one another, seeking the sublime.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled his ears, the resonate tempo building matched only by the racing of his heart. Wynter pulled his lips away, their gazes meeting. His omega’s pupils were blown, eyes almost black with lust. Wynter’s body trembled, thighs shaking, and he cried out again, screaming his pleasure without shame. The quivering of his muscles wrapped tight around Cav’s cock shook the last bits of control.

Cav roared as he came, sinking deeper as his knot inflated and locked them as one. Wynter whimpered again, the sound pleasing his inner predator. The pulses of seed shot from him, filling his omega’s womb.

“Oh Cav,”Wynter murmured before finding his lips again, but the kiss was short lived as they both gasped for air.

Cav curled himself around his omega, Wynter’s back to his front, their bodies spooned together. Lethargically, he caressed his omega’s silky skin, stopping between the pecs to press and feel the beating of his mate’s heart. It beat in time with his own, slowed at the same pace, as if they were synced as one.

Once both beat slow and steady, he lowered his hand and wrapped his arm around Wynter’s belly. His knot deflated, yet he didn’t rush to pull away. They were joined in spirit and wouldsoon be joined under the eyes of the law, as they should’ve been years before.

“You were in a rush tonight,” Wynter murmured, a hint of a smile on his face. “I barely had time to look at the thing you brought me here to look at.”

“Did you not enjoy it?” Cav asked, feigning indignance.

“I think you know the answer to that, my alpha.”

Cav smiled to himself and tugged Wynter closer. “We have plenty of time for you to inspect the cabin.”

“And we didn’t have plenty of time to fuck?”

“Nope,” Cav said, grinning. He pressed his nose against Wynter’s hair and drew in the clean, fresh scent. “We didn’t.”

Wynter carefully rose off Cav’s cock before rolling to the opposite side and facing him. “I’m not complaining… that was hot… but I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you that needy before.”

“Is it wrong to need my omega?”

“You misunderstand me,” Wynter whispered. “I want to know what I did to get you that hot and bothered—so I know what to do again… and again…” His smile widened.“And again.”

“You said yes,” Cav murmured thickly.

Wynter’s expression softened. He lifted a hand and brushed Cav’s hair back. “I will always say yes to you. My body is yours.”

Cav closed his eyes, the words edging on pain, yet filled with pleasure. When he reopened them, he burned the image of Wynter into his mind, the soft smile and well-fucked glow exactly what he wanted to remember to the end of their days.

Wynter leaned in for a kiss before scurrying off the bed. Cav captured his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to pee.”

Cav growled, unwilling to let go, but he did. He laid back against the pillow and listened to the quiet sounds in the bathroom. Wynter reappeared, a washcloth in hand, and he moved to the side of the bed and swiped the warm cloth over Cav’s cock.

“Isn’t my job to take care of you?” Cav asked.

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