Page 7 of The Feral Alpha

Derek tensed, ready to attack. Olson shook his head.

“He still hasn’t hurt me,” Olson said to Derek’s increasing consternation. “But feel free to follow us. I have my phone on me as well.”

Across the bar, Emmy whooped. “Time for some alpha love rod, Big O!”

Of course all the remaining patrons were watching. Of course.

“Sorry!” Olson waved at them. “We’ll be gone in a second!” He patted the alpha on the back, pushing himself up to try and catch the alpha’s eye. “C’mon, big guy. Where were you thinking of taking me?”

Derek made a choked sound.

“Take.” The alpha grinned. He turned and bounded out of the Wine Shack, down the streets of downtown Meadowfall, his bare feet pounding against the pavement.

Gods, he needed a shower. But was there even running water where they were headed?

4

MATING

The alpha ran for a long while. Olson watched as they passed into the outskirts of town, then into the forest surrounding Meadowfall.

The man made his way through the trees, taking particular turns, following a stream and then turning away from it.

Behind, Derek crashed through the underbrush.

The alpha turned and snarled. Derek held his hands up soothingly.

“Keep some distance between us,” Olson said. “I doubt you need to be too close for this, anyway.”

“You’ve never even met him before!”

“I think I know where this is headed,” Olson said dryly. “Just know roughly where I am. Don’t get too close.”

And maybe he wanted to see where this would go. Wanted to see how roughly this alpha would take him.

Olson had nothing else left to lose. He spent his days running a crew of ragtag omegas, and he spent his nights overworking himself to exhaustion. He didn’t go out of his way looking for trouble, but if trouble came looking for him in the form of a big, strong alpha who reminded him of George... Well.

There were worse things.

The alpha brought him to a rock outcrop; a hollowed-out space beneath a large overhang. There, he carefully moved Olson off his shoulders and cradled him in his arms, ducking into the hollow.

It was some sort of den, Olson realized. A rumpled, dirty blanket lay in the middle of the space, piled with rags and old clothes like a nest. To one side was a collection of fruits and boxes of granola bars. The remnants of a campfire sat closer to the den entrance, next to what looked like small animal bones.

The alpha laid Olson in his nest and clambered over him, caging Olson with his large body. Olson’s breath hitched.

“Mine,” the alpha whispered, burying his face in Olson’s neck. “Olllsonnnn.”

He mouthed wetly at Olson’s pulse, his teeth grazing Olson’s skin, his tongue sliding against it. Olson shuddered. If he closed his eyes... he could pretend that this was a very filthy, very big George on top of him.

George had grown more muscular than Olson after he’d presented as an alpha, but they’d still been teenagers back then. George hadn’t had time to grow into his full adult size.

Unlike this alpha.

This alpha was... abnormal. Olson had never seen an alpha this strong. He was all muscle, big thighs straddling Olson, the thick length in his pants straining so hard that the threads holding down his fly had already begun unraveling.

With a soft rustle, the alpha’s cock ripped right through the front of his pants, pushing out, hanging heavily between them.

Olson stared in shock. Heat rushed between his legs. And he whimpered, his fingers itching to touch that big, flushed length. Especially when precome gathered on the alpha’s tip, dripping onto Olson’s belly.

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