Page 99 of The Feral Alpha

Olson moaned into his pillow. Rex paused. Had he woken his mate? Olson got cranky if he woke too soon, and Rex didn’t want to make him angry.

So he slid slowly in and out, careful not to wake his omega. He pushed in all the way until he was fully buried, and Olson gave a shudder.

“Yes,” Olson moaned into his pillow.

“Olson?” Rex whispered.

Olson didn’t answer. Was he sleeptalking? He did that sometimes.

Rex leaned over to peek at Olson’s face, but Olson’s eyes were still shut. He was completely hard, though, his cock straining and leaking. Rex couldn’t help reaching for it, lightly stroking that hot, sensitive length. It was one of his favorite parts of his omega.

With his own cock still buried deep, Rex pumped Olson slow and firm, until Olson’s hips began to buck and he grew even wetter inside. Like he was begging Rex to fuck him through the bed.

Rex ached. He needed to move. He rocked into his omega, in and out. He pulled out halfway to see the vague outline of his cock, before pushing it all back in. Making its own space, claiming Olson inside.

Yeah, Rex really liked that thought. Claiming Olson, making Olson feel good. Leaving a big load of come inside his body, and mating him until his hole grew loose and open, stretched by Rex’s cock.

Later, Olson would stand up, and Rex’s come would leak down his thighs like the most intimate marking.

Rex pulsed inside his omega, his balls squirming with need. He pinned Olson properly. And he began to thrust, each stroke sending bliss through his veins. He imagined coming inside his mate; he imagined Olson waking up to his mating.

They’d done this in the past, Olson and George. Rex had seen it several times in his dreams.

He covered Olson with his body and pushed deeper, getting close to the edge. The thought of his come inside Olson always drove him wild; he bit lightly on Olson’s nape and sucked on his skin; he fucked Olson’s cock into his fist.

Olson made a soft sound and came. Rex paused, panting, just to feel the pulsing in his fist, just to smell the bitter scent of Olson’s come in the air.

“Olson?” he whispered.

Olson’s breathing had quickened, but he seemed to be still asleep. Rex rumbled, starting to thrust again.

He imagined giving Olson all of his come, putting a third baby inside, and he tumbled over the edge, his knot swelling inside his omega.

And now his come might take inside Olson’s body.

Rex growled with satisfaction, rolling his hips, grinding hard against Olson’s prostate so he jerked beneath Rex. Rex pushed on it again, over and over so Olson began moaning.

“Mine,” Rex growled in his ear, pushing his knot deeper. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Fuck,” Olson moaned. With a snuffle, he jerked, his breathing changing.

He was awake.

“Mine,” Rex whispered, grinding so hard against Olson’s sweet spot that Olson clawed at the bed, coming hard.

Rex didn’t let up on him. He held Olson down and kept on fucking in, using his knot to massage Olson’s prostate until Olson screamed, and came a third time.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Olson moaned, his body clenching. “Rex?”

“Mate,” Rex growled in his ear, pushing deeper again. “Take knot. Give you baby.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Olson groaned into his pillow. “I want your knot.”

“Mmmm. I give knot. Fuck with knot.” Rex sank it in, letting his weight take him all the way down. Olson shuddered, clutching at the sheets, coming again.

Rex lost track of how many times he made Olson come. He stayed inside long enough that he needed to come himself, and he filled Olson with a second load, never once pulling out.

“Lots of come,” he whispered in Olson’s ear. “Fill Olson with come. Breed Olson.”