Page 85 of The Feral Alpha

“All right.”

Olson showed Rex how to clean Hunter again. Then they dressed him and took turns playing Peekaboo. Rex gently swooped Hunter through the air; Hunter giggled loudly and charmed them both.

Olson showed Rex how to prepare formula next. He did it all with such ease that Rex was torn between pinning him down, and stroking his scent all over Olson’s body.

“Olson... know...?” Rex waved at the bottles, at Hunter, and the apartment around them, trying to find the words he needed.

“How do I know how to care for Hunter?” At Rex’s nod, Olson grinned. “Varrick’s my brother. I’ve been helping him and Emmy sometimes so they can rest. Our dads taught us.”

Rex rumbled, nuzzling him again. “Good mate.”

Olson’s smile was so fond that Rex had to kiss him.

With some help from Olson, Rex fed Hunter with a bottle. Olson taught him how to burp Hunter next, and showed him how to wash the bottle.

It was a while before Hunter finally fell asleep. Rex watched the baby in his travel bassinet, half-expecting him to wake up crying. But Hunter just slept, his chest rising and falling, and he looked so peaceful.

“He’s fine,” Olson murmured, taking Rex’s hand and leading him away. “Let him sleep.”

They ended up in their bedroom with the door closed almost all the way. Rex pressed Olson up against the wall, all his instincts clamoring for his omega. “Olson gooood.”

Olson grinned. “You liked that? Liked me showing you how to care for a baby?”

“Good dad,” Rex growled, trailing his knuckles over Olson’s belly. “Want.”

“I know you do,” Olson whispered. He cupped Rex’s jaw and kissed him, and Rex lost himself in the taste of Olson’s mouth, the slide of his soft tongue, Olson’s scent all around him.

Now, Rex decided.

Now was a good time to impress Olson with his lines.

He slowed the kiss, squeezing Olson’s hips the way he loved. “Your mouth,” Rex murmured against Olson’s lips. “Your mouth is round and juicy when you’re singing about the magic of my love rod.”

Olson froze against him. He pulled back slightly, his eyes wide. “Wh-what?”

That wasn’t the reaction Rex had been expecting. He frowned. Maybe he’d used the wrong line?

So he tried another. “In bed, we’re like two halves of a lost treasure. The treasure is a giant eggplant and when we fit our eggplant pieces together, our meat rods bang like drums and become one.”

A furrow had appeared between Olson’s eyebrows. The longer Rex spoke, the more flabbergasted Olson became, his eyes round, his lips trembling.

Rex stiffened. “No like?”

“I...” Olson sucked in a shaky breath. Then he sucked in another, and his expression—he looked like he was torn between laughing and crying. “Those are Emmy’s lines, aren’t they? You—Oh, gods. You practiced so hard with them, didn’t you?”

Rex could only nod, his heart sinking.

“Oh, Rex.” Olson wrapped his arms tight around Rex, his shoulders shaking. He buried his face in Rex’s chest. “You—You did so good. But. But Emmy’s lines. Emmy writes terrible pickup lines. I’m sorry I didn’t think to warn you earlier. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry!”

Rex slumped. “Want... want impress Olson,” he growled, so disappointed in himself. He’d learned all the lines. He was so sure they’d have ended up in bed tangled together, Olson so pleased with him.

Olson tipped his face up, still looking so torn. Then he nudged Rex backward, and Rex’s heart sank further.

“I’m going to show you that I appreciate this a lot,” Olson murmured, taking Rex’s hand and tugging him over to their bed. “I’m going to give you some lines. Better lines. Things I like. You don’t have to learn them, but you can if you want.”

He got Rex onto the mattress and pushed him onto his back. And he slid his thigh across Rex’s hips, sitting right on top of Rex’s bulge, his weight a soothing, good pressure where it mattered.

“Relax, all right?” Olson whispered, slipping his hands under Rex’s shirt. Rex shivered. The contact between their bare skin was always exquisite. “I’m so glad you put in so much effort to learn those lines for me,” Olson murmured, leaning in to kiss Rex’s neck. He sucked on Rex’s pulse point; Rex’s hips jerked up on instinct. “Thank you,” Olson whispered, grinding down onto Rex’s cock so pleasure burst through his body, and the bad feelings began to fade. “It means so much to me that you tried so hard.”

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