Page 59 of The Feral Alpha

“I want your knot,” Olson whimpered. “I want it deep inside.”

Rex came with a roar, his warmth filling Olson. Then his knot grew, pressing against the best spot, and Olson wheezed.

“I never want to be without your knot,” Olson said dazedly. “I always want your claim in me.”

“Yessss.” Rex growled, grinding so sinfully inside him that Olson came, and blacked out.

When he came to, he found Rex taking pictures of his belly. It was all going on record—the mess Olson had made of himself, the way Rex was still buried deep inside him.

“Gods, you’re perverted,” Olson whispered.

“Knot,” Rex growled. “Give Olson knot.”

“Mm. Your knot is perfect.”

Rex leaned in, dropping kisses all over Olson’s face. He was wearing a silly grin, all bright and happy, and it made Olson’s heart flutter.

“Hungry?”

Rex nodded.

Olson pulled over the forgotten backpack, handing Rex a granola bar and a bottle of water. He drank from his own bottle, skimming his fingertips over Rex’s abs. “We should start heading back soon,” Olson said regretfully. “I managed to get Maria to cover me for the afternoon, but we have to be back for the evening shift.”

Rex rumbled, burying his face against Olson’s throat. “Want Olson.”

“Want you too.” Olson dropped a kiss on top of his head. Then he took the camera from Rex, scrolling through the pictures he’d taken.

A lot of the pictures were the same; close-ups of his body. They weren’t anything like George’s work. But George had years to hone his craft, to incorporate the landscape into his pictures, and Rex was only just starting out.

It was also extremely flattering to know that all Rex cared about was taking pictures of Olson, and not the landscape around them.

“I’ll show you the pictures you took in your previous life,” Olson murmured, handing the camera back to Rex and brushing his fingers through Rex’s hair. “You were really good, you know. Definitely my favorite photographer.”

Rex nuzzled him, pressing kisses all over his face.

Was it possible for Rex to become a functioning human? To know how to read and write, or hold down a job?

Was it possible for him to be a good dad?

Olson’s stomach fluttered with nerves.

No, he wasn’t going to tell any of their parents that he might’ve conceived. Not yet. Olson was worried about handling it all himself; he didn’t need more voices adding to those in his head.

17

MEET THE PARENTS

Rex wasn’t nervous, but Olson was. Very much so.

Olson kept pacing in the living room, wringing his hands and glancing at the wall clock.

Rex tried to hold his hand. Olson wriggled it free and kept pacing.

It felt so wrong, but Rex didn’t how to help. “Olsonnn. Why?”

“So much can go wrong.” Olson cringed. “They might not believe me. They might think I’m trying to take you away from them. They might take you away—”

Rex wrapped his arms around Olson, dragging him to the couch. There, he wrapped his legs around Olson, too, and held him so he couldn’t move.

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