Page 75 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter’s eyes widened even more, his pink lips opening into a circle. He shuddered under Cav’s touch, his cock jerking. Within a few more strokes, Wynter came—hard. Cum shot from thetip, coating Cav’s fingers and palm. He urged Wynter higher, drawing out every last droplet before lifting his hand to suck it clean.

“Fuck,you taste good.”

Wynter observed him as he suckled the cum from his fingers, eyelids growing heavy again. When he was done, Cav lifted his omega’s legs and braced his palms on either side of Wynter’s head. He drove them harder than before, his hips pistoning between his omega’s thighs. Wynter mewled under him, his body rising to meet him thrust for thrust.

Out he popped, backing away. Wynter whined, trembling in the middle of the bed.

“Come back to me…”

Cav grabbed Wynter’s ankle and dragged him to the edge of the mattress. He stood at the side and slid back deep, his cock gripped by his omega’s tight muscles. He held Wynter’s ankles forward, spreading his omega’s legs up and wide so he could watch his shaft disappear in that fertile hole again and again.

Wynter’s soft cock soon grew hard again, leaking with newfound need. Cav was desperate to see Wynter touch himself, for some reason, and when he noticed one hand slowly snaking down, he smiled.

“It’s okay. You can do whatever you want,” Cav whispered. He pressed a kiss to the inside of one of Wynter’s arches as he pumped deep into his omega, all while watching that hesitant hand slide lower.

When he slid over his length the first time, Wynter’s back arched and he pulled his hand away, as if singed by the feel of hiserection. He sought Cav’s gaze, as if seeking permission—even though it had already been freely given.

“Grasp the base,” Cav whispered.

Wynter shuddered, closed his eyes, and sobbed with need. He reopened to Cav, and after a few more thrusts of cock inside his sweet hole, he reached down again and gripped the base of his cock.

“Stroke it,”Cav directed, his voice low, deprived of the commanding tone he’d typically use with a lover. Ignoring the desire for more pulsing in his veins, he was careful with his pleas. “From base to tip and back again. Just as I did.”

Cav slowed his thrusts, needing to focus on Wynter’s hand.

Wynter did as instructed, sliding his hand to the tip and back down. He gasped from the pleasure of his own touch and made it harder for Cav to breathe.

How could something so simple send him so far over the edge? Was it the fact he knew how starved Wynter was for passion that he wanted to ensure his mate would never lack for it again? That thought implied he’d not be there to offer it, so he refused to linger over it.

“Again,”he murmured.

Wynter stroked himself again. And again. Minutes later, his hips rose to feed his shaft into his clenched fist. Cav continued to thrust slowly, matching the pace of his omega’s hand. He watched the wonder and awe spread over Wynter’s face as the caresses quickened. Cav made mental notes on the tempo. Reaching out, he wrapped one hand around Wynter’s, gauging the tightness of the grip.

He wanted to know everything that brought his mate pleasure so he could provide nothing but.

Wynter’s head whipped back and forth on the pillow, his heartbeat speeding. Cav could feel the pulse around his cock as it rose, and he smiled, knowing his mate neared another orgasm. Reaching forward, he pinched one tight peak, adding to Wynter’s pleasure.

His omega screamed as he came the second time. Cav pulled out and scrambled down, covering his mate’s cock with his mouth. He lapped up every drop, swallowing it as it coursed hot over his tongue. Wynter’s fingers threaded through his hair, pulling tight. He fed his cock into Cav’s hungry mouth before collapsing against the bed, panting.

Cav licked the remnants of Wynter’s release before rising above again. He smiled down at his omega. “I think you enjoyed that.”

Wynter’s face grew redder—which was saying a lot in the midst of his pleasure—and he turned away. Cav refused to allow it. He tugged Wynter’s chin forward and captured his mate’s stare. “Never be ashamed of feeling good.”

“Sex… has…” Wynter closed his eyes. “It’s never felt good before.”

“Look at me.”

Wynter slowly opened his eyes.

“From what you’ve told me, there’s been shame surrounding this act and that’s all you’ve ever known. Between us, there is no shame. Your happiness—and your pleasure—is all I will ever seek from you.”

Of course there was more he wanted. He wanted his omega’s joy. His smiles.

His love.

Wynter’s eyes shone with tears. “That’s all I want of you, too. Your happiness. And to make you proud of me.”

“Oh, my omega, you make mevery proudto call you mine.”

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