Page 35 of The Feral Alpha

Except he didn’t want to have a wall between their bodies; he wanted Rex to hold him sweetly when they fell into bed together.

Rex caught Olson’s chin, tipping his face up. And he looked tenderly into Olson’s eyes, rubbing his thumb over Olson’s lips. “Mine,” he whispered.

Nope, not answering that. Olson caught Rex’s wrist and nuzzled his palm. “C’mon. I need to pee.”

He stepped into a cubicle, unsurprised when Rex crowded in behind him. “No mating,” Olson added.

He had to reach around Rex to lock the door. Then he undid his pants, huffing when Rex wrapped his arms around his waist.

Before he could tell Rex to release him, Rex peeked over Olson’s shoulder, and dropped his arms so he could watch Olson piss. Olson blushed.

“I don’t think most alphas do this,” he mumbled.

Rex sniffed his hair and rubbed his sides, still watching.

When Olson was done, he flushed the toilet. Except Rex began fumbling with his pants, too, pulling out his cock like Olson had done.

There weren’t many places to look. Olson ended up watching Rex piss, and Rex rumbled with pride.

Rex flushed the toilet after. Olson nodded in approval. “You learn fast.”

Rex grinned. “For Olsonnnn.”

Olson couldn’t help himself. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Rex’s cheek. Rex gave a pleased growl.

The next stop was the sink. Rex remembered how to wash his hands with soap—Olson had taught him this before they’d left the apartment, because his hands had been covered in slick and come.

He pressed his wet hands to Olson’s shirt, leaving his large handprints on Olson’s body.

“Mine,” Rex rumbled.

Olson sighed. “Of course you have to mark me again.”

Rex nodded. “‘Course.”

“Back to work,” Olson said. “And you... back to watching me, I guess.”

Rex’s smile curled his toes.

An hour later, Olson emerged from the storeroom to find Rex sitting at the bar with Emmy and his baby.

Colorful squares of paper littered the counter in front of them. Rex had his fist wrapped around a marker, painstakingly dragging its tip across a blue square, his forehead wrinkling in concentration.

When he saw Olson approaching, Rex covered his drawing, his ears turning pink.

Olson didn’t need to get close to see what they were drawing. There was only ever one thing Emmy used those squares for, anyway.

“Oh, gods, Em,” Olson groaned. “Are you—”

Emmy beamed. “We’re making butt blessings!”

“You’re not supposed to do that on your shift,” Olson grumbled. But Emmy was teaching Rex how to put pen to paper, and Olson hadn’t had time to do that yet.

Even if Emmy was accomplishing it through terrible dick drawings.

Olson stopped across the counter from Rex, reaching over to cover Rex’s hands with his own. “Show me?”

Rex looked embarrassed and worried.

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