Page 45 of The Feral Alpha

Rex pushed all the way in and covered Olson with himself, growling in his ear, “Mine.”

His cock began to swell, his balls so heavy and tight with come. Rex’s need grew so much that he lost track of everything else, hauling Olson onto his cock, his thrusts going short and uneven as he began to chase his own release. So he could pump Olson full of come.

Olson clenched around him again; that hauled Rex over the edge. His eyes rolled back as pleasure exploded through him, his come jetting deep into Olson’s body.

He held Olson down, pushing himself all the way in. Making sure his come got deep inside.

His knot began to grow. Olson panted, his neck red, his nails digging into the sheets. Then Rex pushed deeper, and Olson’s spine arched.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Olson was coming again. The scent of his come was so thick in the air now, so full of pleasure.

Rex panted, holding Olson safely in his arms. And he kept pushing his knot into his omega, over and over so Olson shook apart, whimpering and moaning as he came around Rex’s knot, then came again.

He was so beautiful. So amazing, his body accepting Rex, receiving pleasure from him. Rex dragged his wrists over Olson, burying his nose in Olson’s hair to breathe him in.

Just that his cock began to ache; Rex growled and rocked shallowly inside Olson, his balls growing heavy with even more come.

This hadn’t happened before. He didn’t know why he needed to come again. But coming meant another load for Olson; Rex liked the thought of that.

He held Olson down, fucking deep into him as Olson whimpered and thrashed.

This time, it took longer. But Rex rode his omega until his balls tightened again, and his cock swelled even harder. He pinned a writhing Olson down, snarling as he filled Olson with a second load.

“Mine.” Rex pushed his knot deeper. “Mine.”

All his instincts roared with satisfaction.

“Th-this was th-the best fuck of my life,” Olson whispered into the bed, completely boneless. He smelled so satisfied. Like a well-claimed mate.

Rex wrapped his arms around Olson and turned them onto their sides, savoring their closeness. He nuzzled Olson’s hair; he dragged his wrists down Olson’s front, covering Olson in yet more maplewood scent.

When Rex’s knot went down, he didn’t pull out immediately. His come began trickling out, though—there was so much of it that it leaked out around him. That wasn’t good.

So Rex withdrew slowly, using his fingers to scoop up his come, pushing it back into Olson’s gaping, wet hole. Then he pushed his cock back in, to keep all of his marking inside his omega.

“Fuck, you’re lewd,” Olson murmured. Rex peeked over his shoulder and found Olson’s eyelids half-closed, his breathing slow and even.

Something metallic glinted against the sheets.

When Rex picked it up, he realized it was the little metal disk on Olson’s necklace.

Olson mumbled something and stirred, but didn’t open his eyes.

Carefully, so he didn’t pull too hard on the necklace and hurt his mate, Rex brought the disk over Olson’s shoulder.

The disk was shiny like a mirror on one side, a little wider than his thumb. There was a little notch on the edge of it, and a hinge on the opposite side. Similar to the lunch boxes that Jag sometimes brought to Rex in the forest.

Could it open?

Rex picked at the locket, sucking in a breath when the two halves separated.

There was a ring inside, white gold with a thin turquoise band. And a faded picture.

Of a man.

He stared at the photo, his heart thumping.

“Olllsonnnn,” he whispered, sliding the locket back over Olson’s shoulder, letting it drop onto the bed in front of his omega.