Page 42 of The Feral Alpha

Rex rumbled and leaned in, pressing his face against Olson’s neck. Then he licked Olson’s scent gland, and Olson had to bite down his moan.

“Later,” Olson growled.

Rex grinned and watched as Olson retreated behind the bar.

They made it to closing somehow. Olson banged a ladle loudly against a large pot. “All right, you folks. Time to clear out. I’m ready to go home.”

“Got a hottie waiting?” One of the remaining patrons smirked.

“Yes. So go home.” If Olson had known he’d ache this much for Rex tonight, he would’ve done the staff roster differently. As it was, he did his cleanup duties distractedly, more so when the bar cleared and Rex came up behind him, sliding his hands around Olson’s waist.

Olson groaned. “Just a bit longer. Fuck.”

“Mate,” Rex growled in his ear. “Cock.” He pressed his bulge against Olson’s back.

Olson’s body ached. His feet hurt from standing all day, but even that didn’t stave off his need.

He hurried his staff through their duties and locked up, sighing when he finally sank into the driver’s seat of his car. “Fuck. Now we can go home.”

“Mmmm. Ollsonnnn.” Rex leaned over the center console and snuffled at his neck, grazing it with his teeth. Then he closed his mouth over Olson’s scent gland and sucked, and Olson almost came right there.

“Rex,” he moaned, clutching his alpha. “Wait. Just. Let me get us home. Then we mate.”

Rex pulled away reluctantly, rubbing his own bulge, his gaze locked on Olson. He began pulling his cock out of his pants. And it jutted up, thick and hungry with a sheen of wetness at its tip. Olson bit down his whimper, his slick soaking through his pants.

It was so difficult to drive when he could smell Rex in the car, along with the scent of his cock. His musk.

At least Rex remembered that he wasn’t supposed to touch Olson while he drove.

The moment they stepped out of the car, Rex slung Olson over his shoulder, pushing his fingers between Olson’s thighs. “Mine.”

Olson panted. It felt so good when Rex touched him there. “Home. Get us home.”

He wasn’t even going to say anything about Rex’s cock jutting out of his clothes. There was no one around this late, anyway. No witnesses to see Rex dripping precome everywhere.

Rex cupped Olson’s bulge and squeezed. It made him writhe; he clutched at Rex, trying to grind himself into Rex’s touch. “I need us to get home,” Olson said raggedly. “Home to mate.”

Rex growled. He had to have touched Olson’s slick by now; it was still leaking out. Olson’s body grew hotter by the second.

Instead of bringing him home, Rex shoved his fingers between Olson’s cheeks, grinding the wet fabric of his briefs against his hole. Olson cried out. “Rex, please. Home now.”

Rex growled, finally heading for the apartment. Olson barely remembered to lock his car.

At the front door, Rex turned so Olson could fumble with his keys, perched on Rex’s shoulder like he was.

Except Rex got his fingers around Olson’s bulge and squeezed; Olson almost dropped his keys.

“F-fuck. J-just let me open the door,” Olson whined, throbbing in Rex’s hand.

“Olson cock,” Rex purred, rubbing his bulge over and over until Olson thrashed on his shoulder, panting and bucking.

“Fuck. Gods, Rex. I need you inside.” His voice broke.

“Mmm.” Rex grasped Olson’s thighs. With Olson still draped over his shoulder, he pulled open Olson’s legs and squeezed Olson’s cock, shoving his thumb against Olson’s covered hole.

Olson came hard, writhing, digging his fingers into Rex’s shirt. “Fuck. Fuck! Too many clothes. Get inside the apartment. I need you inside me.”

“Mmm. Yessss. Cock for Olllsonnnnn.”

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