Page 87 of The Feral Alpha

“Mine,” Rex growled.

He thrust his fingers into Olson a few more times, but the angle wasn’t good. So he pulled out and lay Olson on the bed, pulling off all their clothes.

Until they were completely naked, Olson’s knees tucked under himself, his ass lifted into the air.

“Please.” Olson’s voice broke.

“Give baby,” Rex growled, covering Olson with his body. “Give baby.”

Olson shuddered. “It’s not possible to put another in. My heat is already over.”

“Give,” Rex insisted, thrusting along Olson’s slippery cleft, before he fitted his tip against that loosened hole and plowed all the way inside.

Olson barely stifled his scream with his hands. He came around Rex, the scent of his come filling the air. Rex’s entire focus switched to pinning him, to breeding his omega.

He caged Olson with his body and pounded inside, deep and hard the way Olson liked it. Olson writhed, panting roughly, a flush fanning up his neck.

“Give,” Rex whispered into his ear. “Fuck. In—Into Olsonnn.”

“P-please.” Olson’s voice broke.

The harder Rex slammed into him, the more Olson came, his body sucking around Rex’s cock as it swelled.

“Come,” Rex panted. “I come.”

“Inside me.” Olson pushed himself all the way down onto Rex, needing him so much that Rex’s climax exploded through him. He buried himself as deep as he could, so he’d give Olson every drop of his come.

His knot grew, locking inside Olson with a hum of pleasure. Rex covered Olson’s belly with his hand. It was a little rounder now, stuffed full with Rex and his come, and Rex wanted it to always be like this. Them joined together, Olson’s body full of his claim.

“Fuck, that was so good,” Olson mumbled.

“More,” Rex whispered into his ear. And he rolled his hips, grinding his knot into that one spot so Olson choked on his moan, his spine bowing, his entire body shuddering in Rex’s arms.

This. This was Rex’s favorite part of mating. Making Olson feel so good. He pushed into Olson over and over, taking him through orgasm after orgasm, until Olson wrapped a trembling hand around his forearm. “Th-that’s enough. I need a break.”

Rex nuzzled him. “No more?”

“Not right now. Fuck. That was so good.” Olson slumped against the bed, his skin sweaty, his back rising and falling as he breathed.

Rex pressed soft kisses down Olson’s neck, inhaling his orchid scent. So beautiful. “Mine,” he whispered, trailing his wrists down Olson’s front, leaving his scent all over his mate.

He played with Olson’s hair; he linked their fingers together and rolled them onto their sides, smearing Olson’s come all over the sheets. “Bed smell,” he whispered. “Smell like Olsonnnn. And... and I.”

“Olson and me,” Olson murmured. “That’s the right way to say it.”

“Olson and meeee,” Rex purred, burying his face in Olson’s sweaty hair. “Olson feel good. Here.”

He hugged Olson to show him what he meant, savoring how perfectly his omega fit in his arms.

“You feel good too, you know,” Olson said, a smile in his voice.

Rex knew. Olson loved cuddling with him in bed. Sometimes he got too warm right before they fell asleep, and they slept just holding hands. By the morning, Olson would always be in Rex’s arms.

They lay together until the sweat began to cool on their bodies and Rex’s knot went down.

“We should make some dinner,” Olson said.

“I make.”

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