Page 34 of The Feral Alpha

Rex scowled. “Eat.”

“Fine.” Olson took a small bite of the burger.

Rex caught his wrist, pulling Olson’s burger-filled hands toward him so he could take another bite.

“You just want me to hold your burger for you.” Olson huffed.

Rex grinned. He plucked out one of the pickle slices and bit into it, humming with enjoyment. Then he offered the other half to Olson, his gaze bright.

“Gods, you’re something else,” Olson murmured. But he ate the offering off Rex’s fingertips. “Thank you. Remember? We say that when someone does something nice for us.”

“Thank you,” Rex rumbled.

“You’re welcome.” Olson set down the burger, spearing a broccoli floret on Rex’s fork and popping it into his own mouth.

Rex watched him. Then he took the fork from Olson and tried stabbing the broccoli, too.

When he’d succeeded, Rex bit down, flinching when his teeth crashed into the stainless steel tines. He pulled the fork out and scowled at it in betrayal.

Olson suppressed his smile. “You have to be gentle with the fork and knife. It’s not meat. It’s just helping you move the food from the plate to your mouth.”

Rex abandoned the fork grumpily, using his fingers to pick a French fry off the plate. Olson stole his fork and speared a few fries, nibbling on them.

Rex watched him. After more minutes of Olson stealing his fries, Rex took the fork back, stabbing the fries, too.

He carefully ate the fries off the fork, then stabbed the burger and tried to lift it. The burger slipped off.

Olson grinned. “I use my hands to pick up the burger. It’s easier that way.” He ruffled Rex’s hair. “Anyhow, I have to get some things done. If you need help, wait for me to come back. I’ll check in with you every so often.”

Rex nodded. Olson went to prepare the drink orders coming in from the lunch crowd. Some customers sat at the bar and chatted with Olson; they shot curious looks at Rex, and one even said hi. Rex stared warily at them and didn’t answer.

The rest of the time, Rex watched Olson unwaveringly.

Olson waited for a lull in the orders to approach Rex from the side. “I’m taking a potty break. Do you need to pee, too?”

Rex shrugged, sliding off the seat to follow him.

Olson showed him both restrooms. The small employee-only one in the back room, and the one for his customers.

“This is a bit of a strange restroom,” he said, leading Rex down the aisle and showing him the cubicles. “If you want complete privacy, use the first two cubicles. The others have holes in them.”

He pointed out the fist-sized holes in the walls of the other cubicles, most of them at hip level.

Rex frowned and reached out to touch the closest hole. Olson grabbed his hand.

“They may not be all that clean,” Olson said dryly. “We disinfect them every night at closing, sometimes more often, but it’s not a priority.”

Rex kept on frowning, trying to form words with his mouth. “Wh—?”

“Why?” Olson smiled. “It’s for people to put their cocks through, mainly. If they want sex but don’t want to know who they’re having sex with. But if someone’s drunk, they’re not allowed to use these.”

Rex looked at the glory holes again, then back at Olson. “Olson cock?”

“Funny enough, I’ve never used them myself.” Olson shrugged. “Just haven’t had the urge to mate. I guess I was waiting for the right alpha to come along.”

Rex rubbed his chest proudly. “Mmme.”

Olson dropped his gaze and blushed. “Yeah. You.”

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