Page 28 of The Feral Alpha

He wondered what Rex looked like, beneath the beard.

Then he decided he was probably better off not knowing.

There were already too many coincidences.

He started up the shower again, nudging Rex fully under the spray so he could get all the suds washed off.

Rex reached for the washcloth. “Olsonnnn.”

“You want to scrub yourself?” Olson handed it over and shut off the shower again, so it wouldn’t wash away the soap on the terrycloth.

Except Rex pulled Olson close, and clumsily tried to scrub Olson’s neck.

Olson huffed fondly, wrapping his hand around Rex’s. “Here. I’ll show you what I like.”

He guided Rex’s hand over his body, showing Rex how much pressure to put on his skin. Rex carefully scrubbed him, his gaze intent, soaping Olson’s ears and throat and shoulders. He spent a long while gently rubbing Olson’s nipples with the washcloth, until they pebbled and Olson bit his lip. Rex scrubbed Olson’s chest next, going down his belly and over his cock.

Before he could get distracted there, Olson caught his hand, turning around. “Do my back.”

Rex made a soft growl of protest. But he scrubbed Olson’s arms and back, going all the way down to his ass.

He pushed the cloth between Olson’s cheeks, lightly scrubbing his hole. The rough terrycloth brushed against Olson’s nerve endings there, and he shivered. This wasn’t supposed to be foreplay.

But it totally was, when Rex took the cloth away and replaced it with his own fingers, probing against his entrance.

“Scrub me,” Olson moaned. “No mating ‘til we’re clean.”

“Olson clean,” Rex said.

“No, my hair and legs are still not done.” Olson squeezed some shampoo into his palm, lathering it into his hair. Rex knelt and did Olson’s legs, lifting Olson’s feet to scrub between his toes, too. Then he wrapped his mouth around Olson’s soapy tip, and made a face.

“Yeah, soap doesn’t taste good.” Olson chuckled. “Let’s get you scrubbed down a second time.”

Rex let Olson clean him again, rumbling. Except this time, he pushed Olson’s hand onto his half-hard cock, rolling his hips. “Olson clean.”

Olson snorted, trying to hide the way his body responded. “I’ll save that for last. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

Rex grinned, looking unfairly handsome. He should smile all the time, Olson thought.

He finished the second round of scrubbing and rinsed the suds off them both. Then he reached out and grabbed a towel, carefully drying his alpha. He dried himself, too.

“Now, I’m going to teach you how to brush your teeth,” Olson said. “That’s just as important as showering.”

He found a spare toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste onto it, wrapping Rex’s hand around it and demonstrating how to use it.

“Don’t swallow the foam,” Olson said. “Spit it out, and gargle your mouth.”

It took a bit of demonstration and a few tries to get Rex to understand. But they did it, and Olson inwardly cheered. “There. I just have your filthy clothes left to deal wi—”

Rex swept him off his feet. “Mate.”

Olson laughed. “Gods, you’re insatiable.”

Rex sniffed at the air, following Olson’s scent to his bedroom. He set Olson gently on the bed. Then he crowded close, covering Olson with his bare, damp body.

Olson swallowed dryly. “Pretty sure we’re not supposed to be fucking like rabbits.”

Rex toyed with the locket on Olson’s necklace, turning it around in his fingers. He didn’t open it—maybe he didn’t know how to, yet.

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