Page 86 of The Feral Alpha

Rex growled. “Want impress,” he muttered. “Want... want Olson think... think I good.”

He blushed at that. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was good at so little right now.

Olson gave him a warm smile, cupping his face and kissing him softly on the lips. “I know you’re good. You don’t have to impress me, you know.”

“Want,” Rex insisted. “Important.”

Olson’s gaze softened. “You impress me plenty. In bed. And with how much you care for me.”

Rex grumbled, but the weight in his heart eased.

Olson pressed kisses all over Rex’s face, soft, wet touches that distracted Rex with how plush his mouth was. Olson nipped at his lips and jaw; he kissed down Rex’s neck and tugged up his shirt, kissing down his chest and his stomach, down the line of hair delving into his pants.

Having Olson’s mouth anywhere near his cock... it always made him hard with remembered pleasure.

Olson moaned softly, rubbing his face against Rex’s bulge. Bliss whispered up Rex’s spine.

He growled and held Olson down against him. And he bucked his hips up, grinding into Olson’s face.

A soft, helpless sound fell from Olson’s lips. His pupils dilated; he clutched at Rex, his chest heaving.

It occurred to Rex, suddenly, that maybe he didn’t need words to impress Olson.

That he didn’t need words to make Olson want him, just like how Olson somehow understood his broken sentences and never once judged the way he spoke.

Rex cupped Olson’s face with his palm; he rubbed Olson’s soft mouth with his thumb, and pushed it between his lips. With a moan, Olson dragged his damp tongue over the pad of Rex’s thumb; he hollowed his cheeks around Rex and sucked, slow and sweet in a way that made Rex’s cock hurt.

“Want,” Rex groaned, pulling his thumb out so he could shove his pants down. Olson’s mouth always felt good around his fingers, but they made him want Olson’s mouth on his cock, licking and sucking as though he wanted Rex to cover him in come.

The moment his cock left its confines, it strained toward him, aching and musky and big.

“Big cock,” Rex whispered. “For Olson.”

Olson gave a soft whimper, his pupils dilating further. It made Rex’s instincts rumble with pride. He pulled Olson back down, rubbing himself against Olson’s soft cheek so Olson would smell like his cock.

Olson blushed prettily. He nuzzled Rex’s hard length like he couldn’t get enough of it. He closed his fist around its base and trailed hot, wet kisses up its length, giving its tip a slow, wet kiss and lick, before he took it into his hot mouth.

Rex’s growl ripped out of him. He pushed into Olson, needing to fill his omega. But that wasn’t enough. He slid his fingers into Olson’s hair to hold on, and he began thrusting up, pushing into Olson over and over, showing Olson how he’d fill his hole later.

Olson began panting. He loved this part, too. He tried to take more of Rex inside; he sucked hungrily, his lips stretched obscenely. Pleasure hummed through Rex; his cock felt like a raw bundle of nerves. “Olllsonnnn.”

Olson slid his mouth off Rex’s cock and blushed. “Yours.”

Rex’s heart skipped. That was the first time Olson had said it.

He trembled with desire—desire to claim Olson, desire to spread Olson open and push in deep, to hear Olson cry out as he came.

Olson pressed more soft kisses down Rex’s length; he closed his mouth around Rex’s base where his knot would swell, sucking an open-mouthed kiss into his skin. Rex snarled, bucking against his face, his instincts needing to claim.

But not yet. Rex held himself back so he could watch his omega. Olson’s beautiful fingers squeezed around his cock; his tongue flicked against Rex’s skin, his lips dragging softly. He played with Rex, his incredible mouth sliding up and down, until Rex thought he might burst.

Rex lost control of himself. He grabbed Olson under his arms and hauled him up, pushing his hand down the back of Olson’s pants. Down his underwear, between his cheeks, to where he was completely wet.

All for Rex.

Rex pushed his fingers roughly inside, so Olson gasped and arched, his body opening.

Rex found that special spot. And he pushed hard against it, so Olson thrashed against him, his eyes glazed over as his entire body grew taut, and he came.

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