Page 73 of His Forsaken Alpha

And all mine.

His fingertips ached to touch what was his. Rising to his knees, the robe slid off his shoulders and pooled around his elbows. Cavanaugh closed the gap between them and dragged it off, tossing it from the bed and leaving Wynter as completely naked as he.

A tiny draft washed over his skin, causing a chill, but Wynter wasn’t sure it was from the cold—or the wanton need traveling in his veins.

Cavanaugh climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “I need to keep my omega warm. Whatever might I use?”

Wynter sighed as his alpha dragged him close and claimed his mouth… in preparation for the claiming of his body to come.

8

Cav didn’t know what he’d done right to deserve the omega in his arms. Sure, he’d thought himself punished in those first minutes, but he’d soon realized his omega’s walls had been up. Once he’d learned how poorly treated Wynter was, he understood why. Unloved and unwanted, the man was in pain. Pain that Cav had the power to extinguish. A few sweet words, loving arms, and kindness had shattered Wynter’s walls and shown him the real omega inside.

A soft, tender man he didn’t want to lose.

His hunger wouldn’t be abated, nor would he allow Wynter to leave his cabin, not until they’d found a way to be together.

Forever.

Wynter melted into him, lips yielding to Cav’s hunger before meeting it kiss for kiss. His omega ached to be wanted. Wynter was starving for affection, and he’d give it in spades. Never would his omega be left unwanted and unloved again.

He slid down Wynter’s body, leaving a heated trail of kisses in his slow march down. When he reached the heated, hard part ofhis omega, he paused, nuzzling just under his omega’s small set of stones. He licked the tender space between that and the slick leaking from Wynter’s puckered hole, teasing a few whimpers and moans as his reward.

Instead of taking the small cock into his mouth, he traveled farther south and knelt at Wynter’s feet. Lifting one, he sucked on a big toe, holding his omega’s gaze. He laved the ticklish underside, smiling at the small giggle Wynter shared. Cav kissed the arch, the toes, and the instep, brushing his lips up toward the ankle—and then repeated it all with the other foot. He’d always had a thing for sexy feet, and Wynter’s tiny toes were perfect.

He pressed both feet on either side of his cock and stroked himself with them, his shaft cupped by the inner arches. Some of his seed leaked onto one foot. Cav lifted it, lapping at his pre-cum while enjoying a few more toes.

Through it all, Wynter watched him. Fire burned in his eyes. Cav could tell his omega was noting every move. Every caress. Learning from them. What he liked. What he didn’t. Together, over their days and nights they’d share, they’d both get an education—one already begun on the train.

Cav continued his slow onslaught, observing the rise and fall of Wynter’s chest. Which spots made his breath quicken. Which made it hitch. Which caused a moan or delightful whimper. Wynter’s sweet mewls and whimpers were gasoline to the flames burning within. He did everything in his power to hold on to the frayed edges of his control. Wynter had been through enough over the last days—his entire life, from the sounds of things—and he wouldn’t rush or push, if he could help it.

His omega deserved a slow loving, every inch being revered and adored. Hopefully, they’d have the rest of their lives to continuethat adoration, but there was a voice in the back of his head warning that might not be the case.

He refused to imagine Wynter leaving him. He couldn’t allow it. Cav would ensure his mate was well loved, so the thought of leaving was as painful as it was for him.

Cav trailed up Wynter’s leg, pausing at the knee and kissing the back of it. When he reached the inner thigh, his omega writhed under him, keening for what he thought came next. In a moment of wicked torment, Cav ignored the aching length dripping with cum and reached for Wynter’s hand. He sucked each finger to the back of his throat—foreshadowing what he planned to follow—and then kissed up toward the shoulder. When he crossed from one shoulder to the other, he paused at each pointy nipple and sucked on those for long minutes, causing Wynter’s back to arch.

Wynter pulled him closer, feeding those tender beads to him. Cavanaugh had been told they grew more sensitive during a heat, so he gave them the attention they deserved. Suddenly, the image of them growing full with milk for his child was all he could see.

His omega, swollen with his babe. Cav shook his head, sure they weren’t ready for that, not before they had a way to be together. Was it his need to rut painting those images in his head? He released one nipple with a pop before moving to the other hand.

“Cavanaugh,”Wynter said, frustration in his tone.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I need…” Wynter shuddered, his head whipping back and forth.“Please…”

“I’m taking care of you,” Cavanaugh whispered, his cock aching to slip inside his omega. He sat with his cock lying heavily on top of Wynter’s, in the cradle of his omega’s thighs. It would be so easy to slide back and drive into that wet heat, but he refrained. He drew one slim finger between his lips, ignoring Wynter’s, and his, growing need.

Returning to those pert nipples after he’d kissed a trail up the final limb, Wynter scoffed.

“Now! I need…Cav…”

Cav moved higher, tipping Wynter’s chin up. “What do you need, baby?”

Wynter held his gaze, his expression pained. “I need you.”

“Where do you need me?”

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