Page 64 of The Feral Alpha

He slid a sheet of paper in front of Rex. Rex squinted at the scribbling. “What... What...?”

“It’s words you can use in bed.” Emmy wriggled his eyebrows excitedly. “They’ll get Big O sooo hot for you.”

Rex sat straight up. He did want to impress Olson, a lot. He wanted to impress Olson all the time, except right now he was sorely lacking in things he was better at than his omega.

But if he knew some good words in bed, Olson would be pleased, right?

So he pointed at the first line on the paper, looking to Emmy in question.

“These are all pickup lines,” Emmy said proudly. “And they’re guaranteed to work. You’ll just have to repeat them after me. The first line is, ‘My wriggly tentacle will wriggle into your body and we will wriggle together into a good mess on the bed.’”

It... didn’t sound very arousing. But maybe Olson secretly liked this?

“My... My...” Rex tried to get his mouth around the words.

“Here, I’ll record them for you and you can play them over and over. Give me your phone.”

Rex handed it over—it was a complicated thing that he barely knew how to use. Olson had said it was the simplest one he could find, but it didn’t feel that way.

Emmy poked at several buttons. Then he held the phone to his face and turned the sheet of pickup lines toward himself, covering his baby’s ears. “‘The color of your mouth is also the color of your butthole. But I think it’s also the color of my love stick. Should we compare them to see if we’re fated mates?’”

That actually made Rex blush. He imagined saying it to Olson, and Olson shyly agreeing to let Rex open him up.

By the time he pulled himself out of that thought, Emmy was already halfway down the page.

“‘Your butt is better than the best bread in the world. It wraps around my love sausage like a tentacle and it squeezes out all my love juices so we make a juicy sandwich.’”

Rex wasn’t sure about that one, either. But he had to practice saying multiple words in a row, and these would help, right?

Emmy finished off the list. “Here,” he said, handing the phone back. “I recorded them all as their own clips, so you can pick one, like this, and press this button to play it. Or you can drag this little bar to skip ahead to hear the juicy bits.”

He showed Rex how to use the phone, then patted him on the shoulder.

“I’ll come back to teach you all the bad words,” he whispered loudly.

The bad words? Rex really wanted to learn those.

He made sure the volume wasn’t too loud on his phone, then played through all of Emmy’s pickup lines to find two he liked best. The first, he’d practice with. The other, he’d use to court Olson.

Slowly, he tried to shape his mouth around those words. “In... In the day...”

Olson stepped out of the office, suddenly. Rex hurriedly folded Emmy’s pickup lines in half, then quarters, to hide them in case it ruined the surprise.

Olson stopped next to him in a rush of orchid. Was it Rex, or did he smell sweeter than before?

“Hey,” Olson said softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Rex’s mouth. “Doing okay?”

Rex nodded, nudging the writing practice he’d been working on before Emmy’s interruption. “I—I’m writing,” he said hesitantly.

Olson beamed and rubbed his back affectionately. “You’re doing great, you know. I’m so proud of you.”

But Rex didn’t want Olson to be proud; he wanted Olson to be impressed.

“I’ll let you work on it,” Olson said gently. “I think Jag and his friends will be here soon.”

That made Rex nervous, but he hid it. “O—Okay.”

He watched Olson disappear into the kitchen, lowering the volume on his phone before playing the sound clip again. He tried to repeat all the words. “In the... In the day... your... your eyes... are like... big glass... balls... When... When I... shake my... big banana... your eyes... shake... along... with it...”

---