Chapter 6 The Morning After
THE MORNING AFTER
Ottis was having an amazing dream when he heard a knock. In the dream, Doc was holding him down in the forest, mating him with hard, hungry thrusts.
“I’m going to breed you and put pups in your belly,” dream-Doc growled in his ear. His cock was thick and big, absolutely perfect. “And you will come nonstop on my cock.”
Another knock broke him out of that dream, leaving him wrapped up in soft sheets and nothing in his ass.
Ottis panted, feeling around for an alpha. Where was Doc? Why wasn’t his cock inside?
“Ottis?” A third knock.
He felt so empty. “Where’re you?”
Something clicked. Footsteps sounded. The blankets peeled back over his head, and a huge alpha towered over him.
“I was going to ask if you’re ready for breakfast, but I guess you’re not.” Doc sounded amused. He was dressed, with a different lumpy scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose.
“You were inside me,” Ottis whined. “And now you’re not. Rude.”
Doc’s eyebrows shot up. “Rude?”
Ottis nodded. “You were just inside me. Just now. Then you woke me up and you’re not inside anymore.”
Maybe he sounded pathetic, but Doc growled. “Mmm. And what was I doing in that dream?”
“Trying to breed me.”
Doc’s breath rushed out. “Is that something you want?”
“Want your cock.”
“Fuck.” Doc tossed aside the sheets, leaving Ottis naked and squirming. He didn’t waste any time getting on the bed, or getting hard.
Before Ottis knew it, his hips were being gripped by large hands, hauling him onto his knees. Doc groaned and grasped his cheeks, spreading him.
“You’re soaked,” Doc rasped. He pushed thick fingers into Ottis’ hole, dipping in and pulling out, stretching his rim as though he was looking inside. Then fabric rustled, and a wet tip pushed against Ottis’ hole.
Doc slid his cock home, every last inch of it.
Ottis came with a cry, stuffed full of cock. “Yes, yes, yes. S-so gooood.”
“When I kidnapped you, I didn’t think you’d be this desperate for my cock,” Doc said breathlessly. He pounded in with quick, hard thrusts that made Ottis’ body sing.
“More,” Ottis begged.
Doc gave him more. He reached around and gripped Ottis’ cock, fucking him into his fist. Ottis came again and again, clenching around that thick length until Doc lost control, shoving him against the bed and slamming in deep.
When Doc came, it felt like a release. Like Ottis was finally getting something he craved. He shoved his hips against Doc, wriggling and squirming so Doc would stay inside and give him all his cum.
“You—” Doc slipped his arms around Ottis and hauled him against his chest, so his cock sank deeper. “You’re so hungry for me.”
His voice was gravelly. Then the base of his cock swelled, forming a large, round knot that locked them together. It pressed sinfully against Ottis’ prostate.
“You want this,” Doc murmured, holding Ottis down and rolling his hips. His knot ground against that sensitive spot; Ottis screamed. “Shh.”
Doc clapped his hand over Ottis’ mouth. Then he shoved his knot deeper, so Ottis thrashed, pleasure flooding his body. It was almost too much, being knotted like this. Having pleasure crash through him over and over, until Ottis finally went limp.
Ottis sagged against the bed, floating in a daze.
“Was that good for you?” Doc covered Ottis with his own body, his warmth soaking into Ottis’ back.
“V’ry good,” Ottis slurred. “Like you put a magic stick in my ass and turned it on forever.”
There was a pause. The words sank in.
Ottis curled into the sheets, horrified. “I didn’t mean to call you a magic dildo! Oh gods.”
“But you called my cock a magic dildo.” Doc sounded amused.
“Oh, fuck me and my gaping hole.”
“I already did.” The alpha laughed, faint vibrations carrying through Ottis’ bed. “I’m not offended. In fact, it feels like a compliment.”
Ottis peeked over his shoulder at Doc’s face. Except Doc leaned out of sight, wrapping his muscular arm around Ottis’ waist.
“You’re funny,” Doc whispered somewhere behind his ear.
For a moment, no one moved. Then fabric rustled, and warm breath fell on Ottis’ nape.
Ottis’ eyes widened. Doc’s breath grew warmer, as though he was breathing onto Ottis’ neck without the scarf.
Then he leaned closer yet, touching the point of his nose to Ottis’ neck, a brush of uneven skin.
Ottis’ eyebrows almost touched his hairline. “Did you take off your scarf?”
Doc jerked away, sitting upright.
When Ottis dared to peek again, the scarf was back around Doc’s face.
Huh, he thought.
“Sorry,” Doc said. “Thought I was going to sneeze.”
It was obviously a lie, but Ottis wasn’t going to call him out on it.
“You can sneeze on me, you know,” Ottis said. “I promise I won’t be grossed out by snot. Marcie’s done a lot worse.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “You’re a brave soul.”
“Well, if you’ve got a pup as amazing as Marcie, you’d think the same way.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm.”
Doc rumbled. “Well, you’ll have to introduce us properly.”
Vaguely, that sent a spike of alarm through Ottis. “Are you going to kidnap Marcie? Wait. You’ve already kidnapped us both.”
Doc squinted at him. “I’m not going to separate you from your baby, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Oh, phew.” Ottis relaxed, the sudden tension draining out of his limbs.
“Sorry, I didn’t think a child would be involved when Hijinks wrote the contract. That’s why it isn’t in there. But I can provide a revised version, if you’d like.”
“That’s very considerate of you. I’d like that.”
Doc straightened, looking... pleased? It was hard to tell with only his eyes visible. He plastered himself against Ottis’ back, running his huge hand down Ottis’ side. “Hijinks will have the amended contract ready in a bit.”
Ottis hadn’t heard any confirmation from the butler, but maybe Doc didn’t need it since Hijinks could hear them anyway.
He relaxed further, stretching out his hearing. Marcie’s quiet breathing meant that she was asleep, and Hijinks was bustling around muttering to himself. There was someone else in the kitchen, accompanied by the soft clang of pots and pans. “Breakfast?”
“It’s being prepared,” Doc said. “It’ll be ready soon.”
Ottis wriggled excitedly. “I can’t wait.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. Pack breakfasts are good,” Ottis said. “My dads like cooking for the pack; the pack house kitchen is huge. But usually they only make a couple of dishes in bulk for the whole pack. You promised a lot of different and amazing food, just for me.”
The alpha puffed out his chest. “Of course. I want to make sure my guest is properly stuffed.”
Ottis tried to bite down his laugh, but it came out as a loud snort. “Do you want to stuff me like a turkey? Are you going to put stuffing up my ass?”
Doc froze. Then he began to laugh too. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Years ago, I watched a show where some guy lost his watch in a turkey while he was stuffing it, and he stuck his head up the turkey’s ass to look for his watch.”
“Hey, I’ve seen that show.” Doc pulled Ottis against his chest for a cuddle. “He swung around some anchovies in his socks to dry them.”
“Yuck.” Ottis gagged. “That’s so gross. I didn’t think you would have seen the same shows I did. You’re old.”
“Brat. I do have some downtime as a doctor, you know.” Doc slapped Ottis’ ass lightly.
Ottis shivered. “In between butt probing?”
Doc groaned. “Is that all you think my work involves?”
“Considering that you’re probing me right now, yes!” Ottis grinned. “Probe Master.”
Doc growled. “You may suffer some consequences if you call me that again.”
“Good consequences, or bad ones?”
The alpha raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to find out?”
“Probably not today.”
“Wise choice. Good omega,” Doc purred.
Somehow, that sent a thrill down Ottis’ spine. He gulped. I shouldn’t tell my kidnapper that I like this, should I?
In an attempt to hide his blush, he fumbled for his phone, unlocking it. Only then did he remember Doc asking for all those passwords last night.
“Oh gods,” Ottis squeaked. His ass clenched. “What kind of evidence did you find on my phone?”
“You’re squeezing tight around me,” Doc groaned, grinding into him. “I f-found your private pictures. Such a fucking sweet hole.”
Ottis’ face burned. How many of those pictures had Doc seen? “Those are terrible!”
“They’re fucking perfect. But not as perfect as seeing you in person,” Doc growled in his ear. “I want a copy of them, or just your best one. So I’ll have something to look at during my work breaks.”
Ottis choked. “You can’t possibly—At the hospital? I’m assuming you work at a hospital.”
“Yes. They have restrooms and staff break rooms.”
“Oh gods, the wolves there will smell your cum if you jerk off.” Ottis hadn’t known he could feel this embarrassed for someone else.
Doc lifted the bottom of his scarf, just the slightest bit so Ottis could feel his breath but not see the lower half of his face. Then he ducked his head, sharp teeth nipping Ottis’ shoulder.
“You’re a ninja with that scarf,” Ottis grumbled.
Doc huffed. But he straightened his scarf and leaned away, his knot going down.
Ottis whined. “Already?”
“I have to check on breakfast,” Doc said.
Unlike wolf alphas, dragon alphas could control whether they had a knot in their human shape. The dragons’ human forms did not have a knot; to achieve one, they borrowed the knot from their dragon in a partial shift.
“Here.” Doc held up a sparkling pink butt plug that Ottis had not noticed earlier.
It was round with a narrow neck and a flared base, slightly smaller than Doc’s knot had been.
Doc dipped his fingers into Ottis to gather some cum, smearing it all over the plug.
Then he grasped Ottis’ ass and spread him, slowly easing the plug inside.
Pleasure hummed through Ottis’ body; he clutched at the sheets and moaned. The widest part of the plug took some patience to ease inside, then it finally popped in, locking inside him.
Ottis came hard, trying to breathe.