Page 58 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter shook his head. “No. Never.”

Cavanaugh cursed under his breath before locking eyes with Wynter. “You look at me… the whole time. I want to see you. I want to see your pleasure. I want to know when it feels good.” He pressed the head of his cock against Wynter’s wet heat.

Wynter writhed, the need to be filled intensifying.

“Okay, baby?”

Wynter nodded, not completely understanding, but he wanted to. The gnawing ache within demanded satisfaction. He held Cavanaugh’s gaze as the man bore down, spearing into him, wet and ready by his slick. There was a slight pinch of pain as he passed the tight band of nerves—Cavanaugh was a big man. Big everywhere.

Yet gentle.

He slid his massive cock deeper, inch by inch, watching Wynter the entire time. The second Wynter winced, Cavanaugh stopped, giving him a second or two to grow accustomed to the thick stretch.

“Are you okay?”

As soon as the pain passed, Wynter nodded. “Yes.”

Cavanaugh moved again, gently stretching Wynter’s body wider. When they were fully bound together, his alpha remained still, caressing the side of his cheek and lower lip for a long moment before claiming his mouth with a kiss to end all kisses.

When he moved, Wynter’s whole world flipped upside down. He cried out, the sensation so foreign. The intense pleasure mounted with every stroke of Cavanaugh’s cock. Something coiled tight in his belly, more at the base of his spine. He couldn’t name it, but whatever it was, it grew stronger with each passing second—with each driving thrust. He’d come before, pumping a hand over his shaft, but this felt different somehow.

Bigger.

More explosive.

Cavanaugh kissed him over and over, swallowing his sobs of pleasure. Wynter returned those kisses with hunger, starving for the affection he’d been denied.

Cavanaugh turned him slightly, so he was almost on his side—and rested his knees over the alpha’s thigh. Cavanaugh’s cock hit new places, places Wynter didn’t think he’d ever been touched before. The something aching within grew hotter, stronger… seeking, but what he did not know. He struggled to breathe, his chest tight.

When the mysterious something finally shattered within, his body erupted into flames. His thighs began to tremble forcefully, and he feared they’d never stop, not that he wanted them to as good as he felt. Back bowed, a cry rent from his lips and his womb trembled. His cock gushed more cream, dribbling from the head as he shook violently from head to toe.

Cavanaugh followed him a few strokes later. He bellowed, his knot expanding and locking them together before he painted Wynter’s insides with hot seed. Through it, Wynter could barely breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t do anything but feel like a missile detonating within.

They soon slowed, the experience over much too quickly.

Wynter needed to return to that moment and live in it forever. Seconds of explosive pleasure were not enough. Was that what other omegas underwentevery heat?

“Again,”Wynter pleaded between gasps of air.

Cavanaugh chuckled before pressing a kiss to Wynter’s lips. “You have to let my knot ease off, which takes a few minutes. Then, we’ll need a little time to recuperate between round one and round two.”

“How many rounds can we fit in between here and there?” Wynter asked.

Cavanaugh laughed. “As many as we can, baby.” He hovered above, both arms extended. “Shit, I should’ve reconsidered this position before I came.”

“What do you mean?” Wynter asked.

“I don’t want to hurt you by moving,” Cavanaugh said.

Wynter shook his head, disbelief in his eyes.

“What?”

“I’ve… just… never had anyone care before if I was comfortable. Or not comfortable.”

Cavanaugh growled. His eyes flashed with anger. “You can’t go back to him.”

Wynter closed his eyes, wishing it were possible. “I don’t have a choice.”

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