Page 18 of The Feral Alpha

When Rex cracked his eyes open, he spotted the box of chicken forgotten on the ground. He scrambled up to grab it, carefully presenting it to his omega.

Olson sat up and blinked. “What’s this?”

He took the box and sniffed at it, before pulling open the paper flaps. His eyebrows darted up in surprise.

“Did you go into town? You didn’t steal this from anyone, did you?”

Rex growled. He tried to find the words to answer, but it was difficult.

“Jag,” he said finally.

Olson blinked again. He lifted his nose and sniffed at the air, and he seemed even more surprised. “Jag Gardner? He was here?”

Rex shrugged. He didn’t know Jag’s full name. “Jag.”

He nudged the food at Olson, crouching expectantly in front of him. Waiting for him to eat.

Olson studied him. “Have you eaten?”

Rex shook his head, nudging the box.

Olson’s gaze softened. He took a piece and bit into it, humming. “Not bad. Here. Eat the rest.”

He pushed the box back, and Rex suddenly realized how hungry he was. He crammed a piece of chicken into his mouth, then tried to hand the box to Olson.

Olson frowned. “You eat. You’re the one living out in the wilderness with no decent food.”

Rex scowled. “Food,” he said slowly. “Omega.”

Olson stared at him for a long while. “Why me? You’ve never met me aside from one time several years ago. And you didn’t even know me back then.”

Rex shrugged. He carefully balanced the box on his lap and took Olson’s wrist, rubbing his thumb over the bonding marks. One larger, one smaller.

It felt right.

“I don’t know if we should have sex again,” Olson said. “You’re... I think we should get you back to normal first. Somehow.”

Rex tilted his head, not understanding.

“No more fucking,” Olson said. “No more mating.”

“Mate.” Rex remembered the other day, with Olson beneath him. Olson moaning and writhing and begging for his cock. His body grew hot; his cock grew thick and pushed out of the tear in his pants, rising up hungrily. Rex parted his legs, showing it to Olson.

“Oh, gods,” Olson breathed, his cheeks turning pink. But he raked his gaze over that tingling length; he wet his lips.

Rex couldn’t help reaching down, squeezing himself. It felt good. And Olson didn’t look angry at all as his eyes followed Rex’s hand up and down. In fact, his pupils dilated, his breaths coming faster.

“Olson like,” Rex said. He opened his legs wider, rubbing himself proudly.

“I...” Olson swallowed, looking away. “No sex.”

Rex crammed the rest of the chicken into his mouth, gulping it down. He barely tasted it. He wanted to know why Olson had said no to mating, and yet he kept staring at Rex’s cock like he wanted it. He wanted to know why Olson was squirming, sneaking little glances back at Rex’s thickness, his blush going down his neck.

Rex closed the distance between them, watching as Olson turned toward him, his gaze dragging down Rex’s chest, back to his cock.

“Olllsonnnnn,” Rex growled. “Cock.”

Olson bit his lip and groaned. “Fuck.”