Chapter 5 A Midnight Visit
A MIDNIGHT VISIT
Ottis woke up in the middle of the night when Marcie made hungry noises.
He opened his eyes and reached for her—only to find the bed empty beside him.
In a panic, he jolted upright, then panicked more when he realized he didn’t recognize his surroundings.
“Calm down,” he whispered to himself. “Breathe.”
His lungs filled with a strong whiff of musk and cum, along with some lingering smoke. It smelled familiar. Then he moved, and his body twinged slightly between his legs.
Oh.
Doc. This was Doc’s guestroom—Doc had held him down and fucked him senseless—and Marcie was in the nursery two doors down.
His pulse slowing slightly, Ottis scrambled out of bed to see for himself that she was safe.
He slipped out of the guestroom and limped to the nursery, his wolf eyes already adjusting to the low light. And there, in the middle of the shadowy room, Marcie was sitting up in her crib, looking upset.
“Aww, hon. I’m here now.” Ottis scooped her into his arms and cradled her, letting her latch onto his nipple. She quieted and calmed down, her little face looking so peaceful that Ottis could breathe again.
I should bring her back to my room, he thought.
Then he remembered Doc’s promise. Keep my cum inside you. I’ll inspect your hole tomorrow to see how well you’ve obeyed.
So much for keeping it all inside. When Ottis looked down, he found sticky fluid smeared all over his thighs.
“She’s sweet,” a voice rumbled.
Ottis jumped.
He whirled around to find a huge man standing by the door, naked but for a pair of boxers, and a lumpy scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.
Ottis froze. “Doc?”
The man’s eyes crinkled. “That’s me.”
It felt odd, seeing his human form for the first time. Doc had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was twice as broad as Ottis, two heads taller than him. His pecs were generous, his biceps and thighs too, and his bulge was pronounced against the front of his boxers.
Where the dark, crumpled scales had been, there were matching scars on his body: deep furrows eating into smooth skin, uneven whorls that were pink and blotchy, just like the scars on Ottis’ leg.
Ottis tried not to imagine what the lower half of Doc’s face looked like. It made sense that he wanted to cover it up; Ottis tried to hide his leg from everyone, too.
“You, uh, have scars,” Ottis blurted. Then he winced really hard. “Please shut me up. That wasn’t supposed to fall out of my mouth.”
Doc chuckled. “You have scars too. But that’s not a discussion for tonight. I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
“Me?”
“Your heartbeat woke me up. Loud and nervous. It’s calmed down now, but I thought I’d check on you just in case.”
“Oh.” Ottis squinted. “I panicked because I couldn’t find Marcie. Did you think I was running away?”
Doc huffed. “Well, it’s a possibility, but a small one.” He pushed away from the wall and padded closer, peering over Ottis’ shoulder to watch a sleepy Marcie. “Were you fleeing from her alpha dad?”
“Nope.” Thankfully, it was a different alpha who had knocked Ottis up. “I was running away from my pack.”
At that, Doc raised an eyebrow. “Which pack? Crush and Titan’s? They’re the closest.”
“Yeah. They’re my brothers, and the pack keeps breathing down my neck. I’ve told them that I don’t need protection from that many alphas.”
Doc drew a slow breath. “Well. I guess that means I’m keeping secrets from my friends, and your family.”
Ottis looked up. “You know them?”
A snort. “Know them? They’re all on my phone; sometimes they fill up the group chat. But I’m closer to the older alphas; I’ve been friends with the dragons for a few centuries. Yaeger, Blade, Ace, those guys. We grew up in the same small villages.”
“Centuries?! That’s... That’s hard to imagine. How old are you?”
“Four hundred and seventy this year.” Doc shrugged. “I’ve been around.”
“No wonder you’re rich enough to build a custom mansion,” Ottis said. “You can just hoard junk from centuries ago and sell them for lots of money now, and people would buy them.”
Doc laughed. It was a nice laugh. “That’s part of what I do. I have a few storage sheds with valuable things from different time periods, or useful tools that have been cast aside in favor of better tech. Over the decades and centuries, they grew in value.”
Ottis blinked owlishly at him. “Is that your hoard?”
The alpha’s eyes crinkled. “Maybe.”
He waited until Marcie had fallen asleep. Then he leaned in, pressing closer until his lumpy scarf bumped into Ottis’ hair. Doc pulled back with a sigh.
What was that about?
“Back to bed?” the alpha rumbled.
“Yeah.” Ottis dropped a kiss on Marcie’s forehead, then carefully placed her back in her crib. He limped quietly out of the nursery and paused at the doorway to his room.
“Go to sleep,” Doc murmured behind him.
To Ottis’ surprise, the alpha leaned in and sniffed at him.
A large hand grasped Ottis’ hip lightly and pulled him backward; another hand slipped between his thighs, feeling up the drying cum on his skin.
Those fingers slid between Ottis’ asscheeks and pressed firmly against his hole, rubbing it slowly.
Ottis’ breath rushed out. “Again?”
“You feel good,” Doc whispered. “Still a little loose from earlier.”
Then he slid two fingers into Ottis, stretching him, swirling his fingers around in the last of his cum. Ottis moaned.
“Good omega,” Doc said in his ear. “Perfect for me.”
He kept his fingers inside Ottis for a while, pressing lightly against his prostate, before slowly pulling them out with a wet sound.
“I’ll be back in the morning to check on you,” Doc murmured. “See how much cum there still is.”
“Probably very little,” Ottis mumbled, his face growing warm. “Sorry. I meant to keep it inside.”
“I’ll give you more to hold onto tomorrow. Get a plug for the times when I can’t knot you.”
Ottis’ body grew hot again. Doc must’ve heard his breathing change, because he rumbled, squeezing Ottis’ ass.
“Good to know you’re so hungry for it,” Doc growled. “Eager to be stuffed full of my cock. I’ll make sure to get a big load inside you.”
Ottis shuddered. “Do you actually want me to sleep? I’m going to be squirming around in bed thinking about that.”
“Mmm. Yes. I want you ready for me, first thing in the morning. I’ll give you some time to really think about how much you want my cock.
” Doc pushed his fingers between Ottis’ cheeks and rubbed his hole again.
Then he pulled away, and a pathetic whine escaped Ottis.
“Is there anything you’d like for breakfast? ”
“Sausage,” Ottis blurted.
Doc laughed. “I’ll make sure to have a big one for you. Is there anything else you’d like, besides sausage?”
“Meat?” Ottis hid his face in his hands. “No! I mean... Something that doesn’t mean your cock. Banana. No!” He groaned, humiliated. “Something like...”
“Waffles, pancakes, omelets, muffins, toast?” Doc asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.
“Yes!” Ottis said desperately. “All of the above. No, not all, that’s insane.”
“Done,” Doc said.
Ottis squinted up at him. “Really? Just like that?”
Doc shrugged. “I have a cook. I’ll put in your breakfast order.”
“Wow. I can’t wait to wake up.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. He patted Ottis’ ass, then nudged him into his room. “Sleep.”
“I’ll dream of you,” Ottis said, and blushed. That was so brazen. But Doc’s touch had left his hole tingling and wetter than before, aching to be filled.
“Good,” Doc rumbled. “I’m sure my dream self will satisfy you fully.”
Ottis shuddered and tucked himself into bed, wrapping himself up in Doc’s scent. Oddly enough, the more he sniffed at it, the better it smelled.