Page 29 of The Feral Alpha

Olson wasn’t sure if he wanted Rex to see what was in there.

Rex dropped the locket, though, rubbing his face against Olson’s chest. His beard dragged against Olson’s skin in a rush of tingles. And he rubbed it against Olson’s nipple, before taking it into his mouth. Olson moaned.

He was embarrassed at how fast he got wet for this alpha. Rex licked his nipple and sucked on it, raking the points of his teeth against that sensitive nub. Olson squirmed, digging his fingers into Rex’s sides.

“Mine,” Rex whispered.

Yours, Olson wanted to reply. It was crazy how easily that word came to his lips, how difficult it was to keep it behind his teeth.

It was too soon to be making promises to a man he hardly knew. When Rex got a better grip on his life...

Oh, hell. Would Rex ever consider an omega aside from Olson? When he’d been dead set on Olson for as long as Olson had known him?

Olson’s heart fluttered again.

He swallowed those selfish thoughts, spreading his legs. Letting Rex take whatever he wanted.

Rex’s pupils dilated. “Mine.” He caught Olson under the knees and pushed his legs wide open, so his hole was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Rex buried his face between Olson’s thighs, nuzzling his cock, his sac, licking his hole. The hunger in his eyes... That was all for Olson. A half-man, half-beast ready to claim him inside.

Olson whimpered, threading his fingers through Rex’s damp hair. “Rex.”

His alpha licked his hole several times, then licked up his sac, and nuzzled his straining cock.

“Mine,” Rex whispered against Olson’s aching length, all hot breath. He closed his lips over Olson’s base and sucked, and Olson’s spine arched off the bed.

“Oh, gods,” Olson whimpered, pushing his fingers through Rex’s hair, trying not to pull, trying not to hurt him. “Please. More.”

“Pretty,” Rex said suddenly. He cupped Olson’s cock gently with his hand and rubbed his mouth over it, nuzzling it like it was his favorite thing. And he closed his mouth around his tip, giving it a long, slow suck.

Olson came hard into his mouth, wheezing, his eyes rolling back.

“Mmm,” Rex groaned.

“Fuck.” Olson hadn’t even recovered. Rex nuzzled up his body, sniffing his skin, licking and mouthing him all the way up to his shoulder. There, he closed his lips around Olson’s scent gland, and sucked.

Olson cried out, squirming, his cock throbbing even though he’d already come.

“Mine,” Rex growled, pushing his thick tip between Olson’s cheeks, stealing his breath away.

“Please,” Olson begged.

Rex’s gaze darkened. And he sank into Olson, pushing all the way inside.

9

PICKUP LINES FROM HELL

They arrived late at the Wine Shack, with come leaking down the inside of Olson’s pants.

Olson didn’t think he could look any of his staff in the eye. Just fifteen minutes ago, he’d been pinned down on his bed, Rex slowly pulling his cock out. Rex had dipped his thick fingers into Olson to slick them up with come, before wiping it all over Olson’s ass.

His insides squeezed with the memory of Rex claiming him, Rex’s knot grinding relentlessly, forcing him through release after release until he could come no more. A hot blush stained his cheeks.

Rex frowned. “Olson smell.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t show up at work smelling like sex,” Olson said quietly. He’d spritzed them both with scent suppressant right before they’d left his apartment. “I don’t need my customers taking one whiff and knowing I was coming my brains out.”

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