Page 55 of The Feral Alpha

Olson bit his lip, burying his face against Rex’s throat. “I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you somehow.”

Olson didn’t have the skill to break into a kidnapping ring. But if he’d known, if he’d just known...

He remembered Rex as a child fiercely trying to claim him. Had Rex not been kidnapped or tortured... he’d have no trouble convincing Olson of his identity.

Olson trailed his fingers over Rex’s chest, pressing kisses all over his skin. “Let me—Let me look at you.”

He tugged up Rex’s shirt; Rex helped to shrug it off.

The scars looked even worse now. Olson shuddered. He eased Rex down against the bed; he kissed all of Rex’s scars, his heart aching.

“Olllsonnn,” Rex murmured, brushing away Olson’s tears.

“I’m sorry,” Olson choked. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

Rex leaned up; Olson nudged him back down. They worked off his pants, too, and Olson dropped more kisses down his scarred legs.

Unlike the movies, Olson’s tears didn’t fade Rex’s scars. They remained on his skin, bumpy, some of them healed terribly. Olson pressed his face to Rex’s hip, shaking. Feeling like crap because he’d just been living his life while Rex was elsewhere being tortured, and he didn’t even do anything to help.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Large fingers brushed through his hair. Rex petted him for a while. Then he hauled Olson up and worked off his clothes, too, until they were pressed against each other, naked.

Rex rolled Olson under him, bracing his weight next to Olson’s shoulders so he wouldn’t crush him.

He mimicked what Olson had done: pressing clumsy kisses to every inch of Olson’s body, so unblemished compared to his own.

Rex cradled Olson gently, sniffing at his skin, nuzzling him and kissing him.

Olson felt so unworthy.

He should’ve done more. He should’ve welcomed Rex as soon as he’d appeared, provided for him and kept him safe.

But it would hurt Rex more if Olson removed himself from Rex’s life. So he didn’t.

Olson wet his lips. “I’m sorry.”

Rex kissed him on the mouth, sliding his tongue inside. “Mine.”

He grew hard against Olson; his tip slid between Olson’s legs into the cleft of his asscheeks. Olson parted his knees, trembling when Rex sank home.

Rex groaned, sheathing himself all the way inside. It felt so good.

“Mine,” Rex growled, pumping deeper, harder. Olson panted and clutched at him, his legs spreading wider, his hands clutching at his alpha.

It felt like a different sort of claim. Like Rex was claiming Olson as his mate, and Olson was surrendering completely to him.

“Please,” Olson whispered, shuddering when Rex ground against that one spot and sent him over the edge.

He didn’t know how long they spent tangled together. Rex rocked inside him over and over, his thrusts growing faster, harder, his breathing rough against Olson’s neck. The thought of Rex leaving his come deep inside... It sent Olson through another screaming release.

By the time Rex came, Olson was boneless and trembling beneath him, floating in a daze.

“Y-you know you can do this whenever you want, right?” Olson said, his voice ragged. “I—I used to wake up knotted with you. And I liked it.”

Rex groaned, pushing his swelling knot deeper into Olson. “Mate Olson. When Olson sleep.”

“Yes,” Olson hissed.