Page 8 of The Feral Alpha

“Mine.” The alpha pawed at Olson’s pants, licking his lips.

“Yeah, okay,” Olson whispered breathlessly. He shoved down his pants, squirming out of his clothes until he was completely naked.

And now he felt especially vulnerable, lying under a huge alpha like that. With nothing separating that hungry cock from his body.

“Olllsonnnn.” The alpha groaned, burying his face in Olson’s neck. He huffed there, sniffing at Olson’s scent gland, licking at it. His cock pushed against Olson’s thigh, smearing precome over his skin.

Olson spread his legs, letting the musk of his slick fill the air.

The alpha groaned. He pulled away and grasped Olson under his knees, shoving his legs wide open. And he held Olson open, his grip so strong that there was no way Olson could close his legs.

It was... nice. Letting this alpha take his choice away. So Olson could just lie here and enjoy the ride without feeling guilty about anything.

“You’ll have to go slow,” Olson croaked. “I haven’t had anyone in a while.”

The alpha leaned in. He nosed at Olson’s nipples and licked them; he nuzzled and licked all over Olson’s chest, too, making his way to Olson’s pulse point, before snuffling and licking further south, Olson’s hard cock brushing against his beard.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Olson muttered, pulling the leaves and twig out of the alpha’s beard. His hair, too. Then Olson lifted his hips, rubbing his cock against the alpha’s jaw.

The man got the hint. He sniffed at Olson’s length, licking at it, sending a hum of pleasure through Olson’s body. He began licking further down, sniffing at the crease of Olson’s thigh, before rubbing his face against Olson’s cock and sac, huffing against them.

It wasn’t long before he pushed Olson’s knees further up, forcing his body to bend in half so his ass rose higher, cheeks spread, hole exposed.

Olson panted. He had a second to feel self-conscious. And the alpha licked Olson’s hole, a single wet stripe over it.

Olson moaned. He shoved his fingers into the alpha’s hair, holding him there. The man dug his fingers into Olson’s thighs and pressed his soft, wet mouth against Olson’s entrance, pushing his tongue shamelessly into it.

“Fuck,” Olson hissed. His toes curled when the alpha licked him inside. The man’s nostrils flared; he stared at Olson, pushing his tongue in again.

The alpha watched as Olson squirmed and cried out with each lick, growing increasingly satisfied. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper. Then he withdrew his tongue and closed his mouth over Olson’s hole, and sucked. Olson whined, thrashing under him.

“Please. Touch me inside.” His voice broke.

The alpha blinked at him, still sucking. Did he understand? Maybe not.

Olson grasped the alpha’s large hand and straightened his index and middle fingers. Then he pushed them down, shoved the alpha’s fingers into his hole, panting when they reached deeper than his tongue had gone.

The man groaned, pushing his fingers all the way inside. He pulled them out and stared at them, glistening with slick. And he pushed them back in, thrusting like he would with his cock. Olson wheezed. The alpha crooked his fingers experimentally; he spread them. He pushed them against Olson’s prostate, and Olson whimpered, his entire body aching.

“Cock,” Olson panted. “I want your cock.”

He sat up against the man, reaching down to grab his hot, heavy length. The alpha’s pupils blew wide. He snarled and fucked into Olson’s fist, and Olson began dripping, imagining that thickness inside him.

“Cock,” Olson whispered raggedly, rubbing the alpha there. “Just in case it’s not in your vocab yet. We call this a cock.” And he tugged on it, angling it down so its tip pressed against his hole.

The alpha growled, slamming in.

He stretched Olson unapologetically. His cock was an unyielding thickness that plowed deep and ground against his prostate. Olson cried out, trying to breathe, except the alpha filled him up so good that all he knew was the sheer pleasure of their joining.

“Mine,” the alpha rasped. He pressed in so deep that Olson’s eyes rolled back and he came, his entire body convulsing around the alpha.

The man groaned. And he began to pound inside, deep and hard like an animal.

Olson swore and dug his fingers into the alpha’s back, trying to pull him closer. Those green eyes flashed; the alpha pinned Olson down by his shoulders and began riding him roughly, his mouth falling open with his ragged breathing, his entire body taut.

“Good,” the alpha whispered. And more indulgently, “Olllsonnn.”

He kept driving his entire length inside. Over and over, until Olson shuddered and sobbed beneath him, and he came again. It was almost too much, breathing in that maplewood scent. Looking into those eyes. Thinking maybe it was George behind the mess of facial hair.