Page 43 of The Feral Alpha

They managed to get into the apartment somehow, locking the deadbolt.

Rex slid Olson off his shoulder and pressed him against the door. He cupped his hand over Olson’s bulge, grinding down with the heel of his palm so Olson’s come smeared all over inside. “Mine. Mate. Mine.”

“It’s such a mess inside,” Olson whimpered. “You want to see it?”

“Mmmm.” Rex began fumbling with Olson’s pants; Olson helped him unbutton it. The zipper rasped.

The moment Rex peeled down Olson’s underwear, exposing fresh come smeared everywhere, he groaned. Rex pushed his fingers through the thatch of hair, rubbing Olson’s come into his skin. He wiped it all over his own cock. Then he angled himself down and slid their lengths together, the friction almost buckling Olson’s legs.

“Rex,” he gasped, clutching at his alpha.

“Cock,” Rex whispered, grinding them together in an exquisite rush of bliss.

Olson could already imagine that thickness pressing against his hole, stretching him open as it sank in. “Now, now, now.”

Rex scooped him up, opening Olson’s thighs around him, fitting their cocks together. Olson bit down a needy whine. Rex carried him to his bedroom, setting him gently down on the bed. Olson began kicking off his shoes. Rex hooked his fingers into Olson’s pants, stripping them clean off his body. And now he was completely bare from the waist down, slick trickling between his cheeks.

It hurt not to have Rex inside him. Olson shoved at his shirt until it came off, then flipped over onto all fours and pried apart his cheeks, showing Rex his wet, empty hole.

Rex snarled so loud, the entire building probably heard. And Olson didn’t care.

“Inside. Now.”

Rex struggled with his clothes. Olson was about to help him when Rex ripped the shirt and pants off his body, his boxer briefs tearing apart.

And now Rex was completely naked, all gorgeous muscle and throbbing cock, and Olson’s veins burned.

“Oh gods, oh gods.” He raised his hips higher, his hole quivering.

It was only then, that Olson realized why he was hurting so much for his alpha.

He’d gone into heat.

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BREEDING OLSON

Rex’s cock hurt. It hurt so much, he pushed Olson flat on the bed, grinding between Olson’s sweet, perfect cheeks. “Mine. Mine.”

Olson smelled amazing. More amazing than he usually did. His scent went into Rex’s lungs and straight to his balls, and he grew so hard, he needed to be buried in his omega.

“Rex, I—”

Rex pushed him harder against the mattress. Olson choked on his moan, his ass lifting, his musk growing so thick that Rex felt drunk on the intensity of it.

Without any warning, Rex pushed his fingers into Olson’s dripping hole. Olson’s body spread immediately for him, warm and tight. Like it was begging to be filled with his come. Rex groaned, twisting his fingers inside, searching for the spot that had made Olson’s eyes roll back and his entire body spasm.

He found it. And he pressed down hard, so Olson jerked and screamed. The scent of his come flooded the air.

Yes. This was what Rex lived for. He held Olson down and kept on pressing against that spot, rubbing it and pushing against it until Olson thrashed and cried out brokenly, his hole clenching tight around Rex’s fingers, his breathing coming in ragged gasps.

Rex had made Olson feel good. It sent pride swelling through his chest, at the same time his cock ached for his mate.

He wanted to hear Olson’s pretty sounds again. So he kept Olson pinned; he pushed Olson’s legs wider apart. And he shoved more fingers into Olson’s fluttering hole, stretching him open, going straight for his pleasure spot.

The moment he touched it, Rex hooked his fingers hard. Olson screamed, his legs shaking as he came violently all over the bed.

Rex swallowed his saliva. His mate was amazing. So beautiful. So perfect.

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