Page 41 of The Feral Alpha

Rex grinned, all sharp teeth. Somehow, that made Olson’s instincts quiver under his skin, needing to be closer to his alpha.

He pressed the gentlest kiss to Rex’s mouth, his skin tingling from the friction of Rex’s soft, soft lips.

Rex rumbled and leaned in; Olson sealed their mouths together, slipping his tongue along the seam of Rex’s lips. “This is a kiss,” he whispered. He pulled Rex closer, showing him how to move his lips, how to slide them and part them and tease them with his teeth.

Rex growled, his eyes growing hooded, his pupils dilating.

“Mine,” Rex whispered into Olson’s mouth.

Olson’s body grew warm. The more they kissed, the deeper Rex pushed his tongue into him, the harder his pulse fluttered, his insides aching for his alpha. It was almost overwhelming, how good Rex smelled. Olson wanted to cover himself in Rex’s scent, he wanted them pressed skin to skin.

He wanted Rex holding him down, spreading him open, thrusting deep into him.

“Okay. That’s enough for now,” Olson gasped, pushing Rex off. “I need to get back to work. But you can claim me when we get home.”

Rex rumbled, reaching between them to rub Olson’s bulge. Gods, he was shameless.

“You can either wait in here until I close shop, or you can wait with me at the bar, but you can’t hit anyone else.”

Rex grunted, following him out of the office.

Olson only realized that Rex had lost one of his earplugs when they got back; he had to look for the box of earplugs he’d bought and put a new one in Rex’s ear, before returning behind the bar.

The patrons watched them warily; some gave Rex approving nods.

“Kid’s got your back,” one of his other regulars said with a toothy grin.

“I’m thinking about claiming him as my alpha,” he admitted.

“Don’t think. Do it.”

Olson laughed.

He felt Rex’s gaze on him all night. Hot, heavy, patient. It sent a shiver down his spine; it made his body thrum with awareness. It made him want to mix his drinks better, it made him want to interact more with his customers, to prove that he was good at what he did.

And every so often, Olson glanced back at Rex, giving him a smile so he’d know he hadn’t been forgotten.

“Here,” Olson said, sliding a plate of wings toward him. “In case you’re hungry.”

Rex had pulled out one of his earplugs; he licked his lips and stared at Olson. “Hungry.”

Not for wings. Olson blushed.

Somehow, his body felt a little heavier. A little hotter. As the night drew on, Olson’s bones began to ache. Every time he turned to peek at Rex, a hot little jolt shot through his insides, going straight between his legs.

It was starting to get distracting. Olson squirmed, his mouth going dry when he glanced at Rex and found Rex’s gaze hooded, Rex’s tongue flicking over his lips.

Then Rex began reaching down, his arm jerking in a telltale rhythm that had Olson leaking slick.

Olson bolted out from behind the bar and slid himself between Rex and the next patron, plucking the earplug out of Rex’s ear. “No touching your cock in front of other people,” he said urgently.

“Olson touch?”

“No! Keep it in your pants. You can also go to jail if you touch your cock where other people don’t want to see it.”

Rex narrowed his eyes. “Olson touch.”

“Later. When we get home. I promise I’ll make it good.”