Page 44 of The Feral Alpha

He pounded his fingers into Olson over and over, admiring the way Olson trembled, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his balls pulled taut like Rex’s did when he was about to come.

Rex reached between Olson’s legs, rubbing his neglected cock. Olson made a choked-off sound.

He realized that he could angle Olson’s cock down. And even backward. Olson didn’t make any sounds like he was in pain, so Rex leaned in, closing his mouth around Olson’s flushed tip.

A helpless sound fell out of his mate. Olson liked this. Rex sucked Olson’s cock deeper into his mouth, at the same time he mashed his fingers against Olson’s sweet spot.

Olson screamed. His come spilled into Rex’s mouth, bitter and musky. And Rex sucked on him for more, except there was none. Olson began shoving at Rex’s head.

“T-too much,” Olson whimpered, his legs shaking so badly. “F-fuck. S-so good.”

Rex bathed Olson’s tip with his tongue. He sucked on it lightly—Olson cried out again—and a few more droplets leaked out. When Rex pulled off, he found Olson’s cock flushed a pretty red. He rubbed it lightly; Olson shuddered beneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Olson buried his face against the mattress, his legs opening even wider, his fingers digging into his asscheeks, spreading them.

The sight of his loosened hole drove Rex wild. His balls ached with all the come they’d made; his cock grew even thicker.

Something yanked behind his stomach. His heart began to pound, a hot, aching need flooding his veins. Rex panted for breath, his cock so hard it hurt. All he could smell was Olson. All he could taste was Olson’s musk, his desire.

He needed to pin Olson down and mount him, he needed to put his cock inside Olson’s hole. Over and over until he filled Olson with his come, then made him scream with his knot.

And he wanted to do it again and again. Until Olson’s hole gaped when Rex pulled out. Until Olson dripped with come, Rex’s marking in the most intimate parts of his body.

He was on top of Olson before he knew it, pinning Olson down by his shoulders, pushing his tip against Olson’s stretched hole.

“Mine. Mine.”

“Th-there’s s-something,” Olson gasped, but he writhed and pushed his hips up, offering himself to Rex. “I—Fuck, I c-can’t remember.” Olson’s voice broke. “I need. Need your cock. Fuck you feel so good.”

Then he shoved his ass onto Rex’s cock like he was trying to take him in, and Rex lost his hold on his human side.

He plowed into Olson’s tight body, fucking in with one smooth stroke, opening Olson up inside.

Olson screamed, thrashing, his ass clenching so tight that Rex’s vision whited out.

He pinned Olson down and fucked him through his release. Olson wheezed and shuddered, his body sucking hungrily on Rex’s cock, begging for his come. Rex groaned. He sank his teeth into Olson’s shoulder—not his scent gland, but close. And he held Olson down, slamming every last inch into Olson’s body.

Olson’s spine bowed. He came again, his entire body spasming, his nails clawing into the bed.

Rex could only see his mate now. Could only smell Olson. Feel his exquisite, beautiful body.

He had to breed his mate. Pump him full of seed. Hold him down, make him feel good with his cock and knot.

“Mine, mine, mine.” Rex pressed his wrists to Olson’s skin, rubbing his scent all over his mate. “Mine.”

He kept pounding into Olson, hard, driving thrusts that made Olson jerk forward before Rex pulled him back and fucked right in. Olson gasped and panted, his hair matted with sweat, his entire body squirming.

When Rex reached around, he found Olson completely hard, his tip wet with come.

Olson wanted a baby, didn’t he?

Rex was going to give him one. More than one.

He was going to knot Olson, and make sure he had enough come for it to take.

Rex’s instincts roared at that thought.

“Mine,” Rex growled, snapping his hips forward, making sure he filled Olson completely. With each slide of his cock, a needy sound punched out of his omega. Rex tried to hit that spot inside that Olson loved so much. Olson shuddered. Rex huffed against his neck, breathing in his scent. He leaned back to admire the shape of Olson’s body; he pried apart Olson’s cheeks to see the way his own cock stretched Olson with every thrust. The way Olson’s rim clung to Rex as though it didn’t want to let go.