Chapter 17 Give Me The Face-Suck
GIVE ME THE FACE-SUCK
Ottis’ heart stopped. “You’re kissing me,” he blurted against Doc’s soft lips.
Doc froze, his warm breath puffing against Ottis’ skin. “Should I stop?”
“No!” Ottis yelled. And winced, because that was definitely too loud. “I want the face-suck. Give me the face-suck!”
The words settled between them like heavy stones.
Ottis gaped in horror. “Oh gods. No. Please tell me I didn’t say that after a first kiss.”
Doc huffed, his chest hitching. But he was brushing his fingers into Ottis’ hair, angling his head closer. Their lips met in a delightful rush of friction.
Ottis had not received many kisses in his life. Some alphas had kissed him with too much spit; some had wagged their tongues in his mouth like something out of a terrible porn movie.
And then there was Doc.
Doc kissed him carefully, just a brush of lips at first, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to do this.
Ottis pressed closer. And Doc growled, sealing their mouths together.
Their kiss burned hotter when Doc parted his lips and stole Ottis’ breath; Doc flicked his tongue against the seam of Ottis’ mouth, pressing in when he moaned.
From there, their kiss turned into an inferno.
Doc tightened his fingers in Ottis’ hair and slanted their mouths together, the next thrust of his tongue sending a jolt down Ottis’ spine.
“Beautiful,” Doc growled into his mouth, devouring Ottis with his lips and tongue and teeth. “Mine.”
Ottis shuddered, sagging as his body obeyed his alpha completely. Someone was making mewling sounds. Him. He didn’t have control over his voice anymore, not when Doc’s tongue tangled with his, tasting him and sliding against him, just as intimate as when Doc touched him between his legs.
“Eat me,” Ottis gasped.
Doc huffed against his lips. And the next kiss sent molten pleasure through Ottis’ veins.
“Mine,” Doc rasped, sliding his palm down Ottis’ back. “Mine,” he said again, rolling their hips together. “Mine,” he rumbled, flipping them so Ottis was pinned beneath him. “Mine.”
“Yes, please,” Ottis said breathlessly into his mouth. “You turned my mouth into a sentient body part. I think it’s making sounds without my permission. It might have grown a brain of its own.”
Doc broke the kiss and pressed their cheeks together, laughing so hard that his entire body shook. “Oh, s-sweetheart. The th-things that fall out of your s-sentient m-mouth. Hahaha!”
Ottis whimpered. “My humiliation knows no bounds.”
But a secret part of him swelled with pride, that he had managed to make Doc laugh.
He opened his mouth, about to say, Do you trust me enough to show me your face now?
Except Hijinks’ voice rang out sharply from downstairs.
“Probe Master. Someone’s lurking at the exterior north boundary. A few someones.”
Ottis’ stomach dropped. “Who?”
Doc was already getting out of bed, fabric rustling. When he turned on the lights, the medical masks were back on his face.
Ottis couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
Hurriedly, Doc pulled on his clothes and left the bedroom. Ottis dragged on his shirt and pants, limping after him.
“Stay with Jinks, sweetheart,” Doc said at the front door. He stepped into a pair of boots and pulled on a pair of heavy gloves.
Ottis wanted to protest. He could hear a few people on the edge of Doc’s territory, and Doc was going to investigate them alone.
Years of living with his alpha brothers had taught him that it was better to ask for forgiveness, than permission.
With that in mind, Ottis waited for Doc to head out. When Doc had made it halfway down the driveway, Ottis shrugged off his clothes, shifted into a wolf, and followed him.
Outside, the sky had darkened to a deep bruise purple. Ottis hadn’t thought they’d spent much time in Doc’s bedroom, but it seemed that the blackout curtains had messed with his perception of time. Either that, or his heat had.
He trotted on the asphalt driveway to hide his footsteps. Just beyond the tall hedge separating Doc’s lawn from the street, Ottis heard three heartbeats. Strong ones, alpha hearts. But they weren’t attacking yet. Just lurking.
It sent a sick, oily chill down Ottis’ spine.
When he was ten yards away, Doc turned, narrowing his eyes at Ottis.
Busted.
“I’ll just be backup,” Ottis said under his breath.
“Nothing that’ll endanger you,” Doc breathed. He waited until Ottis nodded. Then he scrambled up the side of the hedge, sticking his head over it. Doc roared.
Ottis’ instincts shivered at the sound. Maybe it was meant to chase away their enemies, but all Ottis wanted was to obey that voice. Doc’s roar sounded good.
A gunshot cracked through the air, shooting ice down Ottis’ veins.
Doc had dropped back down. He was—He was fine, striding toward the iron gates with no hitch in his movements. The shot had missed him.
Ottis barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief. Doc pulled out an iron poker from under the hedge, opened the gate, and slipped out of it.
“Who sent you?” Doc growled.
Guns clicked. Ottis panicked. Doc only had an iron poker and he was facing down guns.
Ottis wanted to distract the bad guys to give Doc an advantage, but he didn’t want to end up distracting Doc too. What should I do?
He hurried to the gate and peeked out of the gap Doc had left in it. More lurkers had shown up, five of them. Just that no one sent this many people to lurk. They were here to mount an attack.
Doc had to know that. And yet he dodged between the enemies, narrowly avoiding being shot as he swung the poker down whip-fast and cracked a few wrists. He was moving faster than Ottis expected, for how huge he was.
The men shouted. Gunshots popped. Doc twisted out of the way before someone could shoot him, picking up a fallen gun.
Then he was firing, dropping the men one by one.
Ottis saw the moment Doc ran out of time.
Doc was aiming for the two men left standing in front of him. Except one of the fallen men was moving sluggishly, reaching for a gun.
Ottis leaped through the gate and flung himself forward, his bad leg twinging as he forced it into motion.
“Ottis!” Doc hissed.
A shot went off. Ottis kept moving, twitching when he smelled iron in the air. Blood.
Had Doc been shot?
He sank his teeth into the fallen, sneaky man, ripping his flesh apart so the gun fell from his hands. At least the man couldn’t shoot Doc anymore.
Then another shot went off.
This time, fire burned across Ottis’ shoulder. He yelped and scrambled back to the gate.
The fighting continued behind him. When Ottis reached safety and turned around, he was almost afraid to look.
Doc stood alone in the middle of the street, bodies scattered around him.
Ottis breathed a sigh of relief. Doc was fine.
“Are you hurt?” Doc rumbled, striding over. “I heard you yelp.”
“I...” Ottis twisted around, trying to see. His shoulder twinged. “Maybe.”
Doc’s voice dropped to a growl. “Sweetheart. I told you to stay safe.”
Crap, was he angry? Ottis gulped. “I’ll, uh, I’ll wait in the mansion,” he said after giving Doc a quick once-over. Doc smelled a little like blood, but there was too much blood around to tell if any of it was coming from Doc.
“Go,” Doc growled.
Ottis hurried back to the mansion with his tail between his legs. He strained his ears to keep track of the situation out there, listening when Doc made a call. A police car pulled up shortly after.
Ottis shifted back into a human, wincing at the bleeding graze wound on his shoulder.
Oh, Mother Moon. What if Doc sends me away because of my disobedience?