Chapter 14 Ottis Goes Into Heat
OTTIS GOES INTO HEAT
Ottis couldn’t tell when the strange feelings started.
He had been sniffing at Doc all day, discreetly, trying not to bury his nose in Doc’s armpits. Every time Doc moved his arms, puffs of scent escaped from his shirt and wafted into Ottis’ nose—pheromones, deep and rich, the sort that purred I’m a fertile alpha.
Mixed with fresh sweat and Doc’s smoky scent, the cocktail was irresistible. It made Ottis grow warm all over; it tempted him to get closer and shove his nose under Doc’s arms.
But there was an even better option: rubbing his face all over Doc’s bare armpit, to get that concentrated scent on his skin.
“Stop thinking about it,” Ottis hissed at himself.
“Stop thinking about what?” Doc asked, crinkling his eyes. He had been watching Ottis and Marcie from his spot next to the door, strong arms folded across his muscular chest.
“Um. Smell,” Ottis said. “Pit smells. They suck you in like quicksand and eat you out.”
“Eat me out?” Doc’s eyes grew crinklier.
Ottis cringed. “No! That—That wasn’t what I was thinking about.”
“What were you thinking about, then?” Doc asked, his voice dipping lower.
“I’m not thinking about anything!” Ottis squeaked. Even though his heartbeat declared him a liar. He tried to hide his face in his hands, but they still smelled like Doc.
Gods, if he thought about Doc any more, he was going to end up climbing that alpha like a tree. It would be humiliating.
Instead, Ottis distracted himself with Marcie, tickling her with his nose until she giggled infectiously.
The whole time, Doc watched them like a sexy bodyguard, his soft clothes clinging to his body.
It was dangerous, just looking at him.
Doc’s shirt was clinging so snugly to his chest that Ottis could see the way it hugged his pecs, the way his nipples pushed against it.
“You look like a feast,” he blurted. “Like a huge slab of beef that has a big bone sticking out of it.”
The words sank into his brain a moment later. Ottis curled up on the floor, horrified.
“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever said in my life,” he whispered.
But Doc laughed. “You didn’t say if you like your meat rare, medium, or well done.”
“Oh gods,” Ottis whined. “Whichever doesn’t get me eaten alive. Wait. Do I want to be eaten?”
“I’m starting to think you do,” Doc purred. “Deeply and thoroughly.”
“Why do I find that hot?” Ottis mumbled into his hands. “Is this a cannibalism kink? Marcie, your dad needs help.”
Doc laughed, deep and rumbling. It only made Ottis’ insides twinge.
He flopped onto the playmat next to Marcie. She patted his hair and squished her stuffed giraffe onto his face.
“She’s adorable,” Doc said.
“Imagine making more of her,” Ottis blurted. Then he shoved his hands over his mouth. Now was not the time to be thinking about baby-making.
Doc’s gaze snapped onto him. “You want another baby?”
Ottis opened and shut his mouth. His instincts whispered yes. The very idea made his body grow hot—Doc pinning him down, knocking his legs apart and filling him. Stuffing him so full that he screamed.
“Um,” Ottis wheezed.
Was it him, or did he feel shaky all over? Was his blood pumping harder through his veins? Were his bones growing heavy?
He squirmed and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, trying not to look at Doc’s bulge. “Um, I.”
“Sweetheart,” Doc murmured, his forehead creasing. “Are you okay?”
He crossed the room and crouched in front of Ottis.
Except this sent a flood of smells rushing out of him.
The scent from his throat, smoky and alluring.
His pheromones from his underarms, when he propped his elbows on his thighs.
And the way he spread his legs—Ottis could smell the musk of his crotch, the hint of slick and cum from earlier, that Doc’s shower hadn’t quite managed to wash away.
Doc was just crouching. With his clothes on. And Ottis’ ass was aching around Doc’s plug, fluttering in anticipation.
“Sweetheart,” Doc said again.
“I think I’m in heat,” Ottis whispered.
There was a brief silence. Then Doc drew a deep breath. “Fuck.”
It was just one word. But it was low and forceful, and every single instinct screamed for Ottis to present himself.
He began to shake, uncontrollably. Wasn’t sure what to do when blistering need surged through his veins, making him burn so hot that his clothes felt stifling.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Hang in there. Let me get some help for Marcie first,” Doc said. “Jinks!”
Hijinks came skidding into the nursery. “Yes, Probe Master? Is it Probing Time?”
“I’ll need you to watch Marcie for a while. She’ll probably respond well to dragon or wolf shapes.”
Hijinks saluted. “I’ll have Cook prep some food for her just in case. Go forth and do your masterful probing.”
“Ugh. Thanks,” Doc said, but he was already scooping Ottis into his arms.
Doc’s warmth was intoxicating. Ottis gripped the alpha’s shirt and tried to pull himself closer; he tried to open his legs to offer himself.
Somehow, Doc rearranged Ottis so his arm slid between Ottis’ thighs, grinding against his cock and ass. Ottis shuddered and panted, rocking against him. “The plug isn’t enough. It’s not long enough. Not big like your cock.”
“Fuck,” Doc whispered, his breath hitching. “Sweetheart, let me get you to bed.”
They entered Doc’s bedroom. Doc paused long enough to kick the doors shut. Then he tumbled Ottis onto his huge, comfortable bed, where it smelled like alpha, like old musk and cum. No one else had been in this bed for a long time, just Doc. It was obvious that he jerked off by himself in here.
Ottis struggled with his clothes, pressing his face against the sheets.
Doc’s breath rushed out. “Do you know that you’ve got your ass up in the air?”
Ottis didn’t know, actually. “Too busy smelling your cum,” he mumbled. But now that he knew, he lifted his ass higher, trying to get his pants off.
Doc groaned. “Let me help you.” He climbed onto the bed behind Ottis and grasped his hips, lifting him up. To Ottis’ surprise, Doc buried his face in his ass and sniffed. “You smell good. Ready.”
Ottis shuddered. Then he squawked when Doc pulled him onto his lap. Strong arms wrapped around him; thick fingers slipped under his shirt. Ottis squirmed, moaning when Doc’s hard length rubbed against his ass. “You’re so big.”
“All the better to fill you with,” Doc growled, rocking Ottis forward and pinning him. He ground against Ottis’ ass again, a sweet hard promise. Ottis tried to breathe. It was difficult when all he could think about was Doc’s cock. There were too many layers of clothes between them.
“Get it off. Get it off!” He struggled.
“Get your clothes off?” Doc pressed his face against the crook of Ottis’ neck, sniffing at him through the masks.
“Need you inside. Clothes off.”
Doc huffed. “You sure know what you want.”
“Your cock,” Ottis whined.
Doc groaned, rolling his hips to shove his bulge between Ottis’ cheeks. Ottis moaned and clutched at the sheets, trying to spread his legs wider. Doc reached around and grabbed him between the legs. Then Doc lifted him like he weighed nothing, angling Ottis’ hips higher.
If there were no clothes between them, Doc would be thrusting inside him right now.
“P-please.” Ottis’ voice cracked.
“Let me get you naked first.” Doc slipped his hands under Ottis’ shirt and stroked his belly. Then he caressed Ottis’ chest, tugging on his nipples. Ottis writhed; Doc rolled the hard nubs between his fingers, until Ottis leaked and panted, clenching helplessly around the plug.
“I’m s-so wet,” Ottis whimpered. “But it’s all trapped by the plug.”
Doc growled. He stripped off Ottis’ shirt, then grasped Ottis’ pants and underwear, yanking them down to mid-thigh.
Suddenly, Ottis was nearly naked. Doc straightened Ottis’ legs and dragged his clothes off completely, leaving him bare.
Ready to be filled.
Ottis got his knees back under himself. The plug moved, pressing against his prostate. Precum shot all over the bed.
“Mmm. I saw that,” Doc murmured. “You really like having your sweet spot massaged, don’t you?”
And he pressed down on the plug, so it ground against Ottis’ prostate. Ottis shuddered and cried out, pleasure bursting through him.
“Y-you need to take it out,” Ottis said, his voice wavering. He was shaking all over, his cock jerking each time Doc nudged the plug.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you all day,” Doc said. “Knowing you were wearing my plug, keeping my cum inside you.”
He gripped the plug’s flared base, his fingers five points of heat against Ottis’ skin. He tugged lightly. The plug didn’t move much. Ottis groaned, reaching behind and spreading his cheeks. “Please take it out. So you can see my hole. You’ll see that I’ve been good.”
Doc made a low, pleased sound. Then he pulled, the plug putting pressure on Ottis’ rim and stretching him open.
“Fuck,” Doc groaned, reaching down to palm himself. “Look at the way your pretty hole opens around my knot.”
He pulled until it was almost free. And he pushed it back in, shoving it hard against Ottis’ prostate.
Ottis came with a howl, writhing. Doc held him down and pushed the plug deeper. Then he pulled it out with a soft pop, leaving Ottis too empty.
Ottis thrashed. “Need. Need inside. Please. Please, alpha.”
Doc cursed. The next thing Ottis knew, Doc was straddling him, looming over him like an alpha come to stake his claim.
“I wanted to see you in lace,” Doc growled, cupping Ottis’ ass with his big hands and thumbing his cheeks apart. “But I don’t have the patience to let you get dressed. You need to be fucked right now, don’t you? You need my cock stretching you open, going so deep that I’ll never pull out.”
Ottis panted, his own cock throbbing. “Yes. Please!”
He needed to be held down, needed Doc inside him. But the fact that Doc was here, touching him, it eased his aching. Maybe because Ottis knew he was going to be stuffed soon.