Page 62 of The Feral Alpha
He slipped his hand under Olson’s shirt to touch his bare skin, bringing his own unbitten wrist to Olson’s lips.
Olson made a soft, choked sound. “N-not here! Not right now!”
He covered his face with his hands, moaning softly. “I didn’t—I swear I’m not trying to—Oh, gods.”
“You’re... much older than Rex,” Rex’s dad said slowly.
Olson cringed, hunching his shoulders like he was trying to shrink into himself. Rex growled at his dad.
His dad shook his head and sighed, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Worster, and back at Rex. “I never understood why Rex never looked like either of us. Even though my omega swore up and down he’d never slept with anyone else. But I remember the day Rex told me who he wanted to marry. We’d never seen you before, Olson. Rex didn’t even know until he saw you. And he went up and bit you, and said he was going to marry you. I thought he’d gone insane.”
Olson grimaced. “I would’ve stopped him if I’d known. As it is, it’s the only way I realized who he was when he showed up last week, because there can’t be two Rexes both biting me without my permission.”
Rex’s dad sighed, studying Rex. “I’m not going to keep you away from him. But I would like to visit you both more often, if that’s okay.”
Olson nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“Also...” Rex’s dad paused. “I trust you not to take advantage of him.”
Olson looked like he might faint.
“If anything, Rex would be the one taking advantage of Olson,” Mrs. Worster said dryly. “Biting Olson twice without his permission? If he’s anything like George, he’ll be the one convincing Olson to do his bidding.”
Olson squirmed. “So you don’t... mind...?”
Mrs. Worster’s gaze softened. “We haven’t spoken recently, but I remember you in your younger days, Olson. I remember when we lost George. If this is life’s way of giving you a second chance with your alpha, I don’t think you’d waste it. I know you’ll take good care of him.”
Ever so slightly, Olson relaxed in Rex’s arms.
There was still something about his expression that said he was keeping a secret, but Rex wasn’t about to push him for it in front of their visitors.
“I’d like to hear more about your George,” Rex’s dad said.
“Oh, he and Olson met when they were nine. At ten, George proposed.” Mrs. Worster laughed. “They were inseparable all the way until they were seventeen, when George died.” She grew sober.
Olson winced. “Um, I don’t mind if you guys exchange stories,” he said quietly. “But I’d really rather not listen to it all right now.”
Mr. and Mrs. Worster smiled. They eyed Rex, then his dad. “We won’t stay for long today. I’m sure this is quite a shock for Ge—for Rex.” To Rex’s dad, they asked, “How about a coffee?”
“Sure.”
They exchanged hugs again—Rex very reluctantly released Olson to hug them back—before finally leaving, their voices trailing off outside the apartment.
Olson turned and curled his fingers into Rex’s shirt, his shoulders slumping. “That was exhausting.”
Rex kissed him softly. Then he scooped Olson into his arms and brought him to their bed, carefully undressing him.
Olson cracked a smile. “You don’t have to—”
Rex was getting better with clothing now. Especially removing Olson’s without damaging them. “Mine.”
He got out of his own clothes and joined his omega in bed, pulling their bodies flush, skin to skin. Olson moaned and snuggled closer.
When he held Rex this time, it was all comfort. Olson pressed his face against Rex’s chest, just breathing quietly.
It was nice like this, too. Just having his omega in his arms, feeling him breathe.
Both of them alive.