12. Breeding Olson

Rex’s cock hurt.It hurt so much, he pushed Olson flat on the bed, grinding between Olson’s sweet, perfect cheeks. “Mine. Mine.”

Olson smelled amazing. More amazing than he usually did. His scent went into Rex’s lungs and straight to his balls, and he grew so hard, he needed to be buried in his omega.

“Rex, I—”

Rex pushed him harder against the mattress. Olson choked on his moan, his ass lifting, his musk growing so thick that Rex felt drunk on the intensity of it.

Without any warning, Rex pushed his fingers into Olson’s dripping hole. Olson’s body spread immediately for him, warm and tight. Like it was begging to be filled with his come. Rex groaned, twisting his fingers inside, searching for the spot that had made Olson’s eyes roll back and his entire body spasm.

He found it. And he pressed down hard, so Olson jerked and screamed. The scent of his come flooded the air.

Yes. This was what Rex lived for. He held Olson down and kept on pressing against that spot, rubbing it and pushing against it until Olson thrashed and cried out brokenly, his hole clenching tight around Rex’s fingers, his breathing coming in ragged gasps.

Rex had made Olson feel good. It sent pride swelling through his chest, at the same time his cock ached for his mate.

He wanted to hear Olson’s pretty sounds again. So he kept Olson pinned; he pushed Olson’s legs wider apart. And he shoved more fingers into Olson’s fluttering hole, stretching him open, going straight for his pleasure spot.

The moment he touched it, Rex hooked his fingers hard. Olson screamed, his legs shaking as he came violently all over the bed.

Rex swallowed his saliva. His mate was amazing. So beautiful. So perfect.

He pounded his fingers into Olson over and over, admiring the way Olson trembled, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his balls pulled taut like Rex’s did when he was about to come.

Rex reached between Olson’s legs, rubbing his neglected cock. Olson made a choked-off sound.

He realized that he could angle Olson’s cock down. And even backward. Olson didn’t make any sounds like he was in pain, so Rex leaned in, closing his mouth around Olson’s flushed tip.

A helpless sound fell out of his mate. Olson liked this. Rex sucked Olson’s cock deeper into his mouth, at the same time he mashed his fingers against Olson’s sweet spot.

Olson screamed. His come spilled into Rex’s mouth, bitter and musky. And Rex sucked on him for more, except there was none. Olson began shoving at Rex’s head.

“T-too much,” Olson whimpered, his legs shaking so badly. “F-fuck. S-so good.”

Rex bathed Olson’s tip with his tongue. He sucked on it lightly—Olson cried out again—and a few more droplets leaked out. When Rex pulled off, he found Olson’s cock flushed a pretty red. He rubbed it lightly; Olson shuddered beneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Olson buried his face against the mattress, his legs opening even wider, his fingers digging into his asscheeks, spreading them.

The sight of his loosened hole drove Rex wild. His balls ached with all the come they’d made; his cock grew even thicker.

Something yanked behind his stomach. His heart began to pound, a hot, aching need flooding his veins. Rex panted for breath, his cock so hard it hurt. All he could smell was Olson. All he could taste was Olson’s musk, his desire.

He needed to pin Olson down and mount him, he needed to put his cock inside Olson’s hole. Over and over until he filled Olson with his come, then made him scream with his knot.

And he wanted to do it again and again. Until Olson’s hole gaped when Rex pulled out. Until Olson dripped with come, Rex’s marking in the most intimate parts of his body.

He was on top of Olson before he knew it, pinning Olson down by his shoulders, pushing his tip against Olson’s stretched hole.

“Mine. Mine.”

“Th-there’s s-something,” Olson gasped, but he writhed and pushed his hips up, offering himself to Rex. “I—Fuck, I c-can’t remember.” Olson’s voice broke. “I need. Need your cock. Fuck you feel so good.”

Then he shoved his ass onto Rex’s cock like he was trying to take him in, and Rex lost his hold on his human side.

He plowed into Olson’s tight body, fucking in with one smooth stroke, opening Olson up inside.

Olson screamed, thrashing, his ass clenching so tight that Rex’s vision whited out.

He pinned Olson down and fucked him through his release. Olson wheezed and shuddered, his body sucking hungrily on Rex’s cock, begging for his come. Rex groaned. He sank his teeth into Olson’s shoulder—not his scent gland, but close. And he held Olson down, slamming every last inch into Olson’s body.

Olson’s spine bowed. He came again, his entire body spasming, his nails clawing into the bed.

Rex could only see his mate now. Could only smell Olson. Feel his exquisite, beautiful body.

He had to breed his mate. Pump him full of seed. Hold him down, make him feel good with his cock and knot.

“Mine, mine, mine.” Rex pressed his wrists to Olson’s skin, rubbing his scent all over his mate. “Mine.”

He kept pounding into Olson, hard, driving thrusts that made Olson jerk forward before Rex pulled him back and fucked right in. Olson gasped and panted, his hair matted with sweat, his entire body squirming.

When Rex reached around, he found Olson completely hard, his tip wet with come.

Olson wanted a baby, didn’t he?

Rex was going to give him one. More than one.

He was going to knot Olson, and make sure he had enough come for it to take.

Rex’s instincts roared at that thought.

“Mine,” Rex growled, snapping his hips forward, making sure he filled Olson completely. With each slide of his cock, a needy sound punched out of his omega. Rex tried to hit that spot inside that Olson loved so much. Olson shuddered. Rex huffed against his neck, breathing in his scent. He leaned back to admire the shape of Olson’s body; he pried apart Olson’s cheeks to see the way his own cock stretched Olson with every thrust. The way Olson’s rim clung to Rex as though it didn’t want to let go.

Rex pushed all the way in and covered Olson with himself, growling in his ear, “Mine.”

His cock began to swell, his balls so heavy and tight with come. Rex’s need grew so much that he lost track of everything else, hauling Olson onto his cock, his thrusts going short and uneven as he began to chase his own release. So he could pump Olson full of come.

Olson clenched around him again; that hauled Rex over the edge. His eyes rolled back as pleasure exploded through him, his come jetting deep into Olson’s body.

He held Olson down, pushing himself all the way in. Making sure his come got deep inside.

His knot began to grow. Olson panted, his neck red, his nails digging into the sheets. Then Rex pushed deeper, and Olson’s spine arched.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Olson was coming again. The scent of his come was so thick in the air now, so full of pleasure.

Rex panted, holding Olson safely in his arms. And he kept pushing his knot into his omega, over and over so Olson shook apart, whimpering and moaning as he came around Rex’s knot, then came again.

He was so beautiful. So amazing, his body accepting Rex, receiving pleasure from him. Rex dragged his wrists over Olson, burying his nose in Olson’s hair to breathe him in.

Just that his cock began to ache; Rex growled and rocked shallowly inside Olson, his balls growing heavy with even more come.

This hadn’t happened before. He didn’t know why he needed to come again. But coming meant another load for Olson; Rex liked the thought of that.

He held Olson down, fucking deep into him as Olson whimpered and thrashed.

This time, it took longer. But Rex rode his omega until his balls tightened again, and his cock swelled even harder. He pinned a writhing Olson down, snarling as he filled Olson with a second load.

“Mine.” Rex pushed his knot deeper. “Mine.”

All his instincts roared with satisfaction.

“Th-this was th-the best fuck of my life,” Olson whispered into the bed, completely boneless. He smelled so satisfied. Like a well-claimed mate.

Rex wrapped his arms around Olson and turned them onto their sides, savoring their closeness. He nuzzled Olson’s hair; he dragged his wrists down Olson’s front, covering Olson in yet more maplewood scent.

When Rex’s knot went down, he didn’t pull out immediately. His come began trickling out, though—there was so much of it that it leaked out around him. That wasn’t good.

So Rex withdrew slowly, using his fingers to scoop up his come, pushing it back into Olson’s gaping, wet hole. Then he pushed his cock back in, to keep all of his marking inside his omega.

“Fuck, you’re lewd,” Olson murmured. Rex peeked over his shoulder and found Olson’s eyelids half-closed, his breathing slow and even.

Something metallic glinted against the sheets.

When Rex picked it up, he realized it was the little metal disk on Olson’s necklace.

Olson mumbled something and stirred, but didn’t open his eyes.

Carefully, so he didn’t pull too hard on the necklace and hurt his mate, Rex brought the disk over Olson’s shoulder.

The disk was shiny like a mirror on one side, a little wider than his thumb. There was a little notch on the edge of it, and a hinge on the opposite side. Similar to the lunch boxes that Jag sometimes brought to Rex in the forest.

Could it open?

Rex picked at the locket, sucking in a breath when the two halves separated.

There was a ring inside, white gold with a thin turquoise band. And a faded picture.

Of a man.

He stared at the photo, his heart thumping.

“Olllsonnnn,” he whispered, sliding the locket back over Olson’s shoulder, letting it drop onto the bed in front of his omega.

The soft thump must’ve caught Olson’s attention; he cracked his eyes open, glancing at the open locket.

Then he jerked upright, closing his fist around the locket. “You—”

Rex wrapped his arms around Olson, hugging him tight. “Mine.”

Olson seemed to swallow hard. “The—The man here. This is my alpha.”

A rumble came out of Rex’s chest; he nuzzled Olson harder. “Mine.”

“Are you not jealous?”

Rex shrugged and pulled Olson back down so they could cuddle together. “Sleep.”

Olson turned with a frown, watching Rex closely. Rex smiled and rubbed his nose against Olson’s shoulder.

Like everything Olson was, this too felt right.

Rex closed his fingers around Olson’s wrist, rubbing his thumb over the bonding marks there. “Mine.”

Olson’s breathing hitched. Ever so slowly, he relaxed, covering Rex’s hand with his own. “This is all... too good to be true. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Rex tangled their feet together and wriggled his toes. “No shoe.”

A snort. “It just means that I keep expecting something bad to happen.”

Rex growled, wrapping his arm and leg around Olson. “Protect.”

“Well. Hopefully that’ll be enough.” Olson sighed and pulled Rex more snugly against himself. “For now, we pretend that everything is going to be fine.”