Page 20 of The Feral Alpha

Rex began slamming inside, his eyes rolling back as pleasure rippled through his body. Beneath him, Olson thrashed, his body clenching, his sounds going high and ragged.

Olson loved this. He wanted Rex buried deep inside him; maybe he wanted it all the time, too.

Then Olson’s voice broke, and he clenched hard around Rex, the bitter scent of his come filling the air.

Rex pulsed, covering Olson with his body. He’d made Olson come. He’d made Olson feel so good. His balls pulled tight; he needed to give Olson his marking. Needed to knot him, keep his come inside. So Olson knew who he belonged to.

Rex fucked in hungrily, desperate now to claim his omega. He kept pounding every inch inside, as deep as he could, their bodies slapping together.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Olson moaned. “Fuck. I love your cock.”

Rex absolutely wanted to give Olson all of his cock. He leaned in, seeking out Olson’s scent gland, his teeth aching to bite.

He barely held himself back. No more biting.

Instead, he held on tight to Olson because he couldn’t lose his omega again.

He thrust in, desperate to claim his omega, to show Olson who he belonged to, his balls growing so heavy with so much come. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Y-yours,” Olson panted, his knuckles going white as he howled, his body clamping down hard around Rex.

Rex came with a roar, his balls writhing as his come shot out, pulses and pulses of it. It didn’t seem to end even as his knot grew; he wrapped his arms around Olson and buried his face in his neck, groaning as his knot locked them together, yet more come filling his omega inside.

Then, he began to push his knot deeper. Olson swore and wheezed, his body growing tight. He loved Rex’s knot. Rex could tell, from the way he began to whimper, sweat beading on his neck as Rex rolled his hips again and again, gently pushing his knot deeper until Olson screamed, his entire body shuddering, more bitter-come scent filling the air.

So Rex pushed in again. And again. Olson trembled harder, almost shaking apart as his spine arched and his ass clenched, and more come squirted out of him.

He went limp beneath Rex, suddenly.

Rex peeked over Olson’s shoulder, suddenly afraid that he’d done something wrong.

Olson’s eyes were closed. Was he... sleeping?

Rex shook him lightly. “Olson? Olson?”

He shook Olson harder, but Olson didn’t open his eyes. How could Olson fall asleep in the middle of all that pleasure? Or... had he fainted? In Rex’s experience, fainting was never a good thing.

“Olson.” He shook his omega harder, worried now. Unsure what to do.

He began to pull out, except Olson’s body tugged on him. Rex looked at the stretched, delicate skin of Olson’s hole and knew things would get very bad if he pulled.

“Olson.” Rex pawed at his omega, suddenly wishing he had Jag here to help Olson in case something had gone wrong. “Olsonnn.”

He hugged Olson, nuzzling him, lifting him off the blanket in case he had to carry Olson out of the forest to get him some help.

Olson stirred then. He made a low noise, turning his head, and the ball of anxiety in Rex’s chest eased.

“Olson?” He shook his omega lightly.

“Mm?” Olson looked over his shoulder, bleary-eyed.

“Olson hurt?” Rex asked, ashamed to admit the possibility, “Rex hurt... hurt Olson?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” Olson caught Rex’s hand, squeezing. “I just fainted because it was too much pleasure. It’s fine. It’s good. More than good.”

Rex frowned, touching Olson’s cheekbone, his lips, just to convince himself that Olson wouldn’t faint again.

Olson cracked a soft smile, cupping the side of Rex’s head. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s really okay.”

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