Chapter 8

8

C av 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 of his 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 continue that 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?"

"Inside," Wynter whispered. "Deep inside."

As he rose to his knees, Cavanaugh braced his palms on the backs of Wynter's thighs and pushed both legs back. Wynter's round bottom was bared to him, the leaking, wet hole spasming with the need to be filled.

With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock and spread it through the glistening slick. His legs trembled, his body begging to be made one with his omega—yet he held back. Cav pressed the head of his cock against Wynter's wetness and paused. "Here?"

"Yes!" Wynter cried. "Fill me, my alpha."

Cav closed his eyes, a tremor racing up his spine.

"Breed me." Wynter whined. "Give me your babes."

Cav had never shared an omega's heat. He knew the words were simply instinct, yet they shattered his control. "I was going to suck your sweet, little cock first."

"No," Wynter begged. "Inside. Now."

Cav couldn't hold back another second. He slid in, the slick allowing him a good halfway thrust. Rearing back, he hissed, the tight hold of his omega's ass utter perfection. He drove in again, sinking almost all the way. By the third thrust, his cock pressed against the opening to Wynter's womb. He paused, body trembling, and reveled in the feel of his omega spread around his girth.

As tiny as Wynter was, his body fit Cav's bigger one like a glove.

He was made for me.

I was made for him.

They held one another's gazes as he rocked his body against his omega. Slow, even thrusts built the base of friction they both needed. Those gave way to longer ones, where his cock almost came fully out before ramming deep once more. Wynter's knees draped over his arms, hands clenched in the bedding.

It was then that he realized something. Wynter had yet to touch himself when they'd been on the train. He paused a moment, sitting on his knees, still deeply embedded inside his mate.

"Touch yourself," Cav murmured.

"What?" Wynter said, lust-drunk.

His eyes were heavy lidded with lust, and Cav was prepared to keep Wynter looking like that for the rest of their days.

"Touch your cock."

Wynter's eyes widened. "Why?"

"I want to see you touch your cock," Cav said. "While I fill your sweet hole."

"I… I can't do that."

Cav smiled. "Of course you can."

"I can't," Wynter whispered, his eyes growing wider.

"It's your body. You can do with it as you want," Cav said. "It feels good to touch yourself. Even better when you're with a lover."

Wynter held his gaze, frowning.

"You don't touch your cock when you're in heat, alone?"

"Of course I do it then. I have to or else the ache…" Wynter's face darkened with shame. "I have to."

Cav leaned closer, pressing his lips to Wynter. "I won't force you if you don't want to show me, but it would turn me on to see you adding to your pleasure." He smiled. "It shows me how you like to be touched."

"What I like? I like you jamming that big dick into me."

Cav grinned. "You're going to get plenty of that, no worries." He stole another kiss before he rose again, eyeing Wynter's cock. Rocking back and forth slowly, he reached for the shaft, wrapping his fingers before stroking in time to the thrust of his cock.

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 the tip, 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 his erection. 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 me very proud to call you mine."

Wynter smiled, sighing. He rose on his elbows, rolling his hips. "Show me your pleasure, my alpha. Fill me with it."

Wynter's orgasms had eased some of the driving need, but it would soon return. Releases helped, but only the filling of his womb would end it. Another wave would replace it soon after, but they'd have their reprieve as soon as he knotted Wynter and erupted deep within. A part of him wondered just how long they could drag it out. How many orgasms could he rend from Wynter's aching body before he could hold back no longer and pump his seed into his mate's womb?

He thrust deep, quickening his pace slightly, watching as Wynter smiled at each deep surge. Cav could feel the womb's entry opening for him. It only opened during a heat, and he realized it hadn't on the train—not that he'd noticed then. He'd never been inside one before and knew the head would lodge there when he knotted. His seed would coat Wynter's womb.

As it should.

Another alpha's seed had been there. His omega had been claimed by another, leaving a babe to take root. By law, it allowed him the right to deny Wynter, yet for Cav, it wasn't anything to cause a denial. It was almost more a challenge. He'd claim Wynter as his, removing any lingering scent of another male from his mate. If he'd been clear-minded and not affected by the need to rut, he might have asked himself if it was callousness to breed his mate before they'd found a way to be together.

While Wynter was legally another alpha's.

Man's law didn't trump the law of nature in Cav's mind. While some might've called it cheating and say Wynter was breaking a moral code, that was impossible. Wynter's husband was the one who'd broken the code of nature, stealing what hadn't belonged to him.

Cav had every right to Wynter's body, and he'd ensure that alpha knew his omega had been claimed. That thought pushed him over the edge. He drove extra deep, the head of his cock wedging the cervix open. His knot swelled, locking them together, and he roared as he came, splashing his seed and filling his omega's womb.

Pulse after pulse, jet after jet, he erupted, satisfying his omega's body. He locked gazes with his mate, their bodies and souls bound in that moment. Cav's legs trembled, his knees threatening to go out from under him. He carefully lifted Wynter and slid into the bed, draping his omega astride over his lap. Wynter shuddered against him as his seed continued to erupt within.

In the quiet aftermath, Wynter rested his head on Cav's chest. He knew his omega could hear how quickly his heart raced. It pulsed loud in his own ears as he fought to catch his breath. Wynter did the same, his chest heaving against Cav's. Slowly, they regained the ability to breathe somewhat normally, and Cav smiled at the quiet comfort of having his omega in his arms.

"Will it always be like this between us?"

Cav glanced down into his mate's face, anticipation for the right answer shining in those gorgeous blue eyes. He'd never tire of seeing Wynter like that. Wide-eyed, love-drunk, and filled with his cum. He brushed Wynter's wild hair back, smiling softly. "I've never had a mate before, so I can't say for sure—but something tells me that it will."

Wynter smiled, the sight of his satisfaction tugging at Cav's heartstrings. "Good."

Cav leaned down and captured Wynter's lips, tugging slightly on the knot locking them together as he moved. Wynter moaned against his lips, yet didn't break away, Instead, it seemed as if he pulled more, the pleasure of it threaded with equal parts pain. He rode the edge along with Wynter, reveling in their shared enjoyment of it.

When Wynter broke the kiss, he seemed breathless. He gasped for air, a satisfied, smug little smile on his face.

"Have I loved you well, my omega?" Cav asked.

"You have," Wynter replied.

"We have days before us. Hopefully I have you smiling like that by the end of it, too."

Wynter rose on his elbows on Cav's chest. "I look forward to seeing your efforts."

The arrogant tilt of his omega's chin brought laughter. He cupped Wynter's cheek. "You smug little chit."

"Smug? I don't think so. Greedy, perhaps. I want it all. You have days to show me just how good my alpha can really be."

"I plan to rise to the challenge. Not just now, but in the months and years to come."

"I'm glad," Wynter murmured, grinning. The smile faded some. "Do I please you?"

Cav offered a bemused grin. "I'm currently knotted inside you. I think that says you do."

Wynter frowned. "My alph?—"

"If you're speaking of that other man, he's not your alpha," Cav spat.

"Whatever you wish to call him," Wynter said.

"I'd prefer he not be brought up in our bed," Cav said. "He stole you from me, and I won't allow him to steal one second more."

"I only meant to explain myself," Wynter said. "He… knots. "

Cav frowned.

"In all honesty, I don't care if it feels good for him. I don't want him in my bed, especially now."

"He won't be again."

Wynter trailed a finger over Cav's nipple. "I want you to enjoy our time together. But if he knots, I can't use that as a gauge to know you're satisfied." He lifted his gaze. "Did I please you?"

"Did you please me?" Cav asked, floored the question needed to be posed. "Utterly. Immensely. I've never been with anyone who's pleased me more than you have. You've done no wrong, and I sincerely doubt you ever could. Especially if we don't bring him up again while I'm inside of you."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I…" Wynter lifted his gaze. "I just want to make you happy. I know I don't have much understanding of the act between mates… so I need to know if I'm making any mistakes."

"You've made none." Cav smiled. "Instinct takes care of a lot of things, my love. Our bond as mates even more. The fact you wish to please me—that in and of itself opens you to me." He brushed a thumb over Wynter's lower lip. "Is there anything I did that displeased you?"

"Torturing me and making me wait sucked, if I'm being honest. You made me beg for it."

Cav grinned.

Wynter fought a smile. "You find it funny that I suffered?"

Cav's knot abated, allowing him to slowly slide from his mate's heat—though he didn't truly wish to. They needed a break between, though, and he'd not abuse Wynter's body any more than required. He rolled them both to their sides, facing one another. Once he got Wynter's head on a pillow and wrapped in the bedding for warmth, he slid comfortably beside his mate and warmed himself, too.

"I did not find it funny that you suffered, my love."

"Then why did you make me beg?"

"Building anticipation raises your pleasure. Had I simply stuck it in and had my way, what fun would that have been?"

Wynter lifted a brow. "I was needy."

"And I took that need and amplified it before finally giving you what you desired. Sensual torment can heighten the experience."

"We always want what we can't have, hmm?" Wynter asked.

"Not that we can't have it. It was merely delayed."

Wynter smiled. "So, if I were to keep you from touching me next time, that would heighten it for you?"

"Perhaps," Cav said, grinning. "Though I'd like to see you prevent me from touching you."

The wicked little smile on Wynter's face made him sense he should've kept his mouth shut. When his omega scooted to the edge of the bed, reached for something on the floor, and returned topside with a massive dildo, Cav was confused.

"Perhaps on the next round, I use the toy from my tote bag instead of your cock to satisfy my need?"

"Good gods," Cav said, taking the monster in hand. It was just slightly larger than his own cock. "This is what you typically play with?"

Wynter grinned. "I ordered it from a catalog that caters to omega's needs. It's hard to determine size from a picture, and I had no idea it would be this big."

Cav chuckled. "Yet you used it anyway?"

"A little, at first. I could only take about half. Slowly, I've been able to take more and more. I can't take it all yet, but close."

"And here I thought you were a prim little prince, scared to touch his own body. Now you show me monster cocks hidden in your bag?"

Wynter's face fell. "Have I crossed a line?"

Cav frowned, shaking his head. He caressed Wynter's cheek. "No, my love. I was only teasing. I want to see what brings you pleasure." He pressed a soft kiss to Wynter's lips. "I can't wait to see how you use this. Imagining it has my cock hard."

Wynter grinned, biting his lower lip.

Cav had already seen a few of Wynter's shy smiles that he tried to hide with that biting of the lip. It was hot as fuck and thickened his cock even more. Wynter rose to his knees, his hips rolling, and Cav realized he was thickening, too. His mate was already headed into another wave of need.

"This heat—contact or otherwise—has been so strange," Wynter murmured.

"How so?" Cav asked, stroking Wynter's small cock.

Wynter gasped, eyelids sliding closed before he opened them again. "I've felt in control. Well, mostly. I've not been lost to it."

"Your actual heat begins tomorrow, right?"

Wynter nodded, lifting his hips ever so slightly to meet Cav's strokes.

"I'm glad we had time before, to learn one another's bodies while we were both mostly coherent. Hopefully you trust me to take care of you—and you can relax some when the time comes that you lose your mind." He pressed his lips to Wynter's. "You're safe with me."

"I know," Wynter whispered. "Cav…"

"It's okay, baby," Cav whispered. "I know… you need."

Wynter nodded, his body trembling violently.

"Show me," Cav murmured, handing over the cock. "Show me how you use him."

Wynter hesitated a moment, searching Cav's face.

"I want to see everything that brings you pleasure."

The corners of Wynter's lips curled up. He positioned the dildo, lifting his hips high as he moved atop it. He had to nearly stand on the surface of the bed to get the right angle before sliding down a good three-quarters of the way. Cav sat up, resting his back against the headboard and stroking his cock, enjoying the show. Wynter rose again and took almost the rest of it on the next downward thrust, his hole already well-stretched by Cav's cock. He settled above the fake knot at the base of the dildo.

His gaze flew to Wynter's. The sight of that dildo filling his mate tugged at the edges of his control. Cav did his best to hold back as his mate rode the fake cock, moaning and whimpering at the pounding his ass was getting from it.

Wynter seemed lost to the act of seeking pleasure. His eyelids fell closed while he caressed his shaft with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. When he reopened to Cav, his eyes shone with glassy need, the hunger rising. Cav sensed it would soon not be enough. Wynter's heat would demand more. Until then, he refused to move. He'd lay witness to Wynter's wanton wickedness and revel in it.

Cav could see the head of the dildo pressing against Wynter's gut when his omega leaned back and tightened the muscles there. He wondered if his own had appeared the same way—and he'd was determined to find out soon enough. Wynter moaned, quickening over the shaft, sobbing as the heat amplified, growing higher and hotter.

"Cavanaugh…" Wynter whimpered and that was all he needed to say.

Cav released his cock and scrambled closer, pressing Wynter to lie back on the bed. The monster dildo was still lodged deep. He gripped the base and fucked his omega with it a time or two. Wynter's tight ass locked on it, making it harder to move. Cav hissed, his cock jerking at the feel of it against the shaft. He'd experienced the tight hold of Wynter's asshole, but seeing it used on the dildo made it hotter.

A thought crossed his mind. Wynter at first seemed almost virginal and inexperienced—but this was an omega who'd had a lover and even given birth. He eyed the thick impalement and wondered if it might be possible…

Pushing the dildo up, he pressed the head of his leaking cock beside it—where it disappeared inside Wynter's body. He slid the tip through Wynter's slick, coating himself well, before pressing back against the strained hole. Cav sank in a couple of inches.

"Oh shit," Wynter said, eyes wide.

"Does it hurt?"

Wynter didn't respond.

"Is it too much?" Cav demanded. He didn't want to cause harm—yet he wouldn't deny them pleasure, either, and make assumptions due to his mate's silence.

"No," Wynter whispered, body trembling harder. "Oh gods… that feels so fucking good."

Cav lifted his chin, excitement sending his heart racing. He held Wynter's gaze, watching for signs of discomfort, and slowly slid deeper.

Wynter's breath caught, his eyes rolling back in his head. Cav gasped, his cock spasming with delight. Gradually, he sank deeper, pausing whenever he saw signs of pain. Eventually, his little omega had both cocks imbedded deep within.

"How's that feel?"

"It's too much," Wynter sobbed.

Cav slid out.

"No!" Wynter commanded.

Cav froze, struggling with his control—yet the tone in his omega's voice had hold of him. Call it instinct or his protective nature, but Cav was the one enslaved to Wynter's need. "If it hurts… or doesn't bring you pleasure… we stop."

"I shouldn't want two," Wynter said, eyes shining. "But it feels so good."

"Shouldn't isn't a word we use, you and me. If something feels good, and we both want it—we do it. No shame, my love. None."

Wynter searched his face before relaxing. He nodded.

Cav slid back in, as deep as he could with the thick knot on the dildo in his way. He eyed Wynter's stretched hole and shuddered from the sight.

"Fuck me," Wynter whispered. "Ruin my hole with that fat cock."

Cav gasped at the dirty speak, turned on by it. "Fuck, Wynter," he murmured, wincing at the wave of raw need spiraling low in his belly. He moved into better position and slid the dildo above his dick before pounding his mate's slick channel, moving the other cock in time with his own.

Wynter thrashed under him, moaning louder and louder with every thrust. He reached down, stroking his own cock and pinching his nipple again, so lost to the shamelessness that Cav wondered if he'd created a little monster. He smiled, glad if he had. Cav had traveled the world and seen things few had when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Wildlings tended to be exhibitionists, fucking in public. Often with more than one locked together. He'd seen alphas sharing an omega many times on his travels and had longed to try it himself—though he'd never had the nerve. The opportunity, sure, but never the nerve. The dildo gave him a little taste, one on the safer side, just him and his omega.

Wynter's back arched and he came, firing his cum onto Cav's chest. Cav roared as Wynter's inner muscles tightened around him and the dildo. Seconds before his knot formed, Cav whipped the dildo out and plunged the few extra inches allowed to him. The head of his cock wedged into Wynter's womb seconds before the knot locked them together and the first jet of his seed warmed his omega's insides.

Cav roared again, the first eruption making his arms shake. He rolled them, collapsing back before he lost the ability to remain upright. Wynter straddled atop him. He arched his back, still coming as Cav pulsed inside. It was then that Cav saw it. The tip of his cock pressing out when Wynter bore down and tightened his gut.

He ran a reverent hand over the spot, smug satisfaction filling him. Wynter crested, sweat coating his face as he gasped for air. Once he'd gotten a few lungfuls, he looked down on his abdomen where Cav held him. "What're you doing?"

"Gimme your hand," Cav said instead.

Once Wynter did, he pressed his omega's hand to the spot where the tip of his cock rested. He grinned up at his mate, pleased.

"I don't understand," Wynter whispered.

"Can't you feel my cock?"

Wynter chuckled. "You're twice my size with a cock almost as big as my toy. Have no doubt. I can feel your cock and your knot. Everywhere."

Cav grinned even more by that answer. "I'm being an idiot. It's just… exciting to see the end of my cock pressing against your belly."

"Ahh," Wynter said. "Well, that's not just the head of your cock. It's my womb, too."

Cav realized Wynter was right. Wrapped around the head of his cock was Wynter's babymaker. A sudden shame hit him. He had no right to mark Wynter full of his seed. Not yet. "We should've used condoms."

Wynter's smile faded. "I didn't bring any. Do you have some?"

"No," Cav said. "I wasn't anticipating company. This isn't right…"

Confusion washed over Wynter's face.

"No, this isn't wrong, either…" Cav said, pausing, wanting to ensure he spoke the right words. "Getting you pregnant now isn't fair to you. Before we can push for a detachment from your husband."

"Oh," Wynter murmured. "For a minute, I thought you were saying you didn't want to share my heat."

"I do. Very much so. And one day, we'll have children, too, but we've only just met and have obstacles in our path. I hate the idea of adding more obstacles just yet."

"You have no condoms. Nor do I. What do we do?" Wynter winced. "Will you leave me here alone?"

"No," Cav said. "I wouldn't do that to you, even if it might be the smarter choice for us. I can't leave you here to suffer alone."

"I don't want you to leave me," Wynter whispered. His lids hung heavily. He showed signs of fatigue. Cav felt it, as well.

"I won't. Get some rest," Cav murmured, urging Wynter to lower his head. The next day, Wynter's heat would hit full steam and they'd be lost to it. Over the days to follow, they'd only get minutes to hours between to rest. The first day was usually the worst, or so he'd heard. As more passed, the longer the gaps between waves. They needed to take advantage of the breaks their bodies allowed.

Wynter was already lightly snoring when his knot faded. Cav carefully extracted himself and slid from the bed, almost too weak to walk. After pulling a couple bottles of water from the case, he guzzled half of the first on his way to the other side of the bed. Lifting Wynter's head, he urged his omega to drink some and was able to get a little in. On his way back to his side, he snagged a couple of protein bars and then returned to bed, depositing his goods on the nightstand for later.

His omega curled up in his arms, snuggling close. Cav smiled inwardly, knowing happiness beyond any other in that moment. The logical side of his mind roared, still trying to deny what he felt, calling it a chemical reaction and immediate addiction—and even if that's all it was, he didn't want to detox.

He stared down at his omega in his arms, resolute in his desire to have the man as his. One way or another, he'd have his mate in his arms until the end of time.