Page 105 of The Feral Alpha

“Much better since you first met Rex,” Olson agreed. “He’s been settling in. We’re doing great.”

Nate nodded. “And your due date?”

“Soon. Really soon.” Olson rubbed his belly, which had been giving some practice contractions over the past couple days. “Rex has set up a nursery, and our parents have been plying us with all the baby-related things we can think of. Some we can’t even identify, but we’ll figure it out.”

Nate laughed. “Just don’t let your friends dump thirteen children on you to babysit all at once.”

Olson gasped. “Did they really?”

“They were trying to get Tay and I together.” Nate grinned. “Might’ve worked.”

“Thirteen,” Rex said, glancing at Olson.

“No, we’re not having thirteen kids,” Olson said flatly.

“I don’t recommend it,” Nate said with a dry smile. “Anyway, I’m off. It’s been busy at the fire station lately. Gotta catch me some shut-eye and then get up and be a dad.”

“Thanks again,” Olson said sincerely.

“Thank you,” Rex added.

Nate nodded and left, and Olson snuggled into his alpha. “How’re you feeling?” Olson murmured.

Rex sucked in a deep breath. He blinked several times like he was trying to get his thoughts in order. “Safe now,” he finally said, rubbing his chest. “Maybe... no more nightmare?”

“Gods, I hope so. I just want you to have some good sleep. Get some good dreams.”

“I have good dream.”

“Well, more than you already have. Can’t have too many good dreams.”

“You are good dream.” Rex grinned and pressed a kiss to Olson’s mouth. “I wake up. Find you. Is all good dream.”

Olson huffed, his lips pulling into a smile. “I guess our life is like a good dream. But it’s all real, you hear? None of that weird dreaming-in-a-coma thing. This is actually real.”

“I know.” Rex understood—they’d been watching TV together, shows that Olson could pause whenever Rex had questions. They had inside jokes now, things born from watching the same shows together, lines they quoted at each other from their favorite movies.

It was a lot like the relationship Olson used to share with George.

Rex scooped Olson off the couch and settled him on his lap, dropping kisses down Olson’s neck. He skimmed his lips up to nip at Olson’s ear, his breath hot on Olson’s skin.

“I love it when you bend over and show me your pretty hole,” Rex whispered.

One of the lines Olson had taught him to say.

“Gods,” Olson whispered, his breath rushing out of him.

“I want to open you with my fingers, and then my cock. Stretch you wide and give you every inch.” Rex licked his lips. Over his shoulder, Olson found his alpha with his eyes dark, his mouth pulled into a half-smile.

Olson moaned, squirming. “Fuck, you say those lines at the worst times.”

Rex raised his eyebrows. “Bad time?”

They’d mated in the office several times by this point. None of which was appropriate since Olson was supposed to be working.

Olson huffed, smiling at his alpha. “Someone could need me for something,” he said. “But otherwise I always love having you inside me.”

Rex rumbled with pleasure, reaching between Olson’s legs—not that Olson could see anything because his belly was so round.