Chapter 28
THRUST INTO COURTSHIP
Doc lifted Ottis off his lap, his gaze fixed between Ottis’ legs. With a wet, obscene sound, his cock slid out, only for cum to pour out of Ottis’ stretched hole, splattering onto the bedsheets.
“Doc,” Ottis yelped, trying to close his legs. He was too late; Doc’s cum darkened the sheets and kept on dripping.
“That’s hot,” Doc growled. He set Ottis on his knees and pushed his fingers between Ottis’ legs, sinking three into Ottis’ ass. “I love how easily you open for me, every single day.”
He crooked his fingers. More wet sounds, more pressure against Ottis’ prostate. Ottis shook like a leaf as he came again.
“Beautiful,” Doc growled, his gaze dark with desire. “Always so eager to take me inside you.”
“You feel amazing inside me,” Ottis panted. “I think you spend more time inside me than not, when you’re home. It’s like you’re not truly home until you’ve got your cock deep inside my ass, pumping me full.”
Doc’s smile was sharp and hungry. “I don’t see you complaining.”
“Well, no. It’s kind of hard to when your cock steals all my words.”
“Mmmm.” Doc flipped Ottis over onto all fours and pushed back into him, his cock stretching Ottis inside. Ottis wheezed.
“I k-knew this was why you wanted those brownies,” Ottis moaned. “So you can heal up and breed me again.”
Titan had begun experimenting with magical brownies for his bakery. Doc had volunteered to be their test subject for the healing brownies, since he was wounded. It ended up benefiting everyone.
“Can you blame me? I can’t have enough of you.” Doc pressed kisses across Ottis’ shoulders, then up his neck. He rolled his hips fitted every last inch inside, so Ottis shuddered. “You keep growing rounder with my baby. So fertile. So ready for more cum.”
He sucked on Ottis’ ear, sliding his hand down to rub Ottis’ belly.
“It’s like you’re begging for more,” Doc growled in his ear. “You keep spreading your legs for me, spreading your cheeks, showing me your little pink hole.”
Ottis moaned again. Doc’s breath hitched; he thrust several times against Ottis’ prostate, grinding so hard that Ottis came again.
“That’s it. So good for me.” Doc gave a few more thrusts, before pulling out.
“No!” Ottis whined. He hated the feeling of being so empty.
Doc grasped Ottis with his large hands and turned him onto his side. Then he lifted Ottis’ leg to open him up, nudging his tip against Ottis’ used hole.
Ottis shuddered. “I c-can’t get enough of you too,” he whimpered, trying to pull Doc closer. “Need you inside me all the time. Need you to breed me over and over.”
Doc snarled and thrust in, shoving several inches of his cock inside all at once. Ottis cried out, his own cock jerking. Doc pounded into him, deep hard strokes that had Ottis clawing at the sheets, his ass clenching as he grew close again.
“Take my cock, sweetheart,” Doc growled, burying himself to the hilt.
The louder Ottis moaned, the more ragged Doc’s breathing grew. Ottis feasted his eyes on his alpha.
Doc’s mouth hung open, his lips wet and red from sucking Ottis’ cock earlier. His scarred face was handsome and amazing every time Ottis saw it; Ottis had seen those scars often enough that they looked normal now, like just another part of Doc.
But it was these little moments, the ones where Doc lost control of his expressions, when he was chasing his pleasure with Ottis, that he looked the most unguarded.
Ottis clenched his ass just to see Doc swear, his breath punching out of him. Those blue eyes flashed red, verging on feral. And Doc’s cock swelled inside him, shifting so it was more like his dragon cock, with bumps on the top and a wicked curve on his underside.
Ottis writhed, his eyes rolling back when that new shape ground against his insides. “Yes, yes, more!”
“Mmm. You love being bred by my dragon cock, don’t you?” Doc purred, fucking in deep. “You need me massaging the cum out of you, pounding you open so you’ll take every last drop of my cum.”
Ottis grew hotter than before. “Need you to put another pup inside me. I want all your cum. Want you to hold me down and make me yours.”
With an inhuman sound, Doc pinned Ottis on his back and held his legs open, driving his cock so deep that Ottis’ eyes rolled back and he came helplessly.
“Beautiful,” Doc panted, thrusting harder.
“You take my cock so well. You’re so hungry for it.
Every time I come inside you, you beg for more, sweetheart.
You look so fucking hot with my cum dripping out of you.
Bred and ready for another round. It’s like you were made to live on my cock, taking me every day, milking my cum the moment I make it.
I want to walk around with you impaled on my cock, I want to come inside you whenever I want.
Keep you stretched around me, ready for my next load. ”
He looked into Ottis’ eyes as he said it, sliding in and out. It was so intimate, and it made Ottis burn all the way down his chest.
“I think you were supposed to make that more romantic,” Ottis panted.
Doc huffed, his mouth curved in a sinful smile. He leaned in so close that his breath fell on Ottis’ lips, their mouths almost touching. “I love being with you more than anything else. You make my soul come alive. And you make every part of me burn for you.”
Ottis shuddered, coming again. Doc swore and pounded in, his strokes turning short and fast. With a groan, he buried himself fully, his cock pulsing as he unloaded deep into Ottis.
Gods, that was always so hot. Ottis couldn’t get enough of it. He wrapped his legs around Doc and pulled him closer, pressing kisses all over Doc’s face. “You’re amazing.”
“I want to bite you,” Doc panted, meeting his lips for a sloppy kiss. “Want to put my mark on you, make you mine.”
“Yes,” Ottis whimpered.
Doc’s breath hitched. He pressed kisses down Ottis’ jaw and mouthed at his throat, sucking a lovebite over his pulse point.
Then he made his way lower, to the crook of Ottis’ neck.
Doc scraped his teeth over that sensitive skin, pausing when he found a spot that sent pleasure zinging to Ottis’ toes.
“Th-there! P-please!” Ottis clutched at Doc.
Doc kissed that sensitive spot twice. Then he pressed the blunt points of his human teeth against it, and bit down hard.
Ottis shuddered and came. Warmth pulsed through his body from that point of connection. Almost immediately, thin, swirling lines lit up on his skin.
When wolf shifters exchanged bonding bites, patterns of lines would show up on the omega’s skin. Pink lines would form if the wolf’s mate was from the same pack, green lines if the mate was from a sister pack. Blue lines if the mate was from an outside pack.
When Ottis cracked his eyes open, he found intricate, thread-like lines all over his body, in shimmery gold.
Like Doc’s scales.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Doc licked the spots of blood off Ottis’ skin and kissed him there, rumbling as he leaned back. “What is it?”
Then he froze too. “I... don’t think I’ve seen pack lines this color.”
“Me neither,” Ottis croaked, his heart thumping. “Then again, I’ve only seen them on omegas who have bonded with other wolf shifters.”
Doc began to rumble, sweeping his hands down Ottis’ body. “So... This is my color.”
“Sure looks like it.”
They locked gazes. The intensity in Doc’s eyes would’ve sent Ottis to his knees, if he wasn’t already in bed.
“Bite me?” Doc asked, almost shyly.
“Yeah,” Ottis said. It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. “Where?”
Doc tipped his head to the side, exposing his throat. The most vulnerable part of him.
Ottis’ heart thumped. He swept his hands up Doc’s shoulders and brought them to the crook of his neck, where his scent was strongest. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Doc growled.
Ottis shuddered and leaned in, nosing Doc’s unblemished skin. He kissed that spot and pressed his teeth against it, waiting for Doc to pull away.
But Doc remained still beneath his hands, patiently waiting.
So Ottis bit down hard, breaking skin.
Doc jerked and swore, his heart skipping. Then their hearts fell into the same rhythm, and it was beyond anything he could’ve dreamed.
“Mine,” Doc rumbled, kissing Ottis on the lips. “All mine.”
“I can’t believe it was that simple,” Ottis blurted.
“Well... we still have to do the bonding circle,” Doc said. “For dragon mates. If you want.”
Ottis’ heart skipped again. They hadn’t discussed the love thing, but everything Doc had done for him these past few weeks... it hinted at a sort of care that Ottis had waited his entire life for.
“Yeah. I do,” he croaked.
Doc beamed. He closed the distance between them and brushed their lips together, kissing him slow and sweet. “You’re so precious, you know that?”
“Maybe,” Ottis said. “I just know that you don’t mind the terrible words falling out of my mouth.”
That made Doc laugh. “Those words are the best parts of my day.”
Ottis sighed, helplessly fond. “Of course.”
They exchanged a silly grin. Then Doc perked up. “I haven’t shown you the nest. It’s not perfect yet, but... Would you like to see it?”
He’d had to take a break from nest building after the fight with Sevrian, grumbling as he made a temporary nest in their bed full of pillows and blankets. For Ottis, that was more than enough.
But for Doc, and the rest of Ottis’ friends’ alphas, nest-building seemed to be an important courtship ritual, as though they had to prove just how serious they were about the courtship.
“Of course I want to see it,” Ottis said. “I’ve been watching you build it, up until you stopped letting me look.”
Doc grinned. “I had to keep the rest a surprise for you. It’s presentable now, though.”
He pulled out of Ottis reluctantly, heading into the bathroom. In moments, he was back with a washcloth, wiping Ottis down first, before cleaning himself.
“You’re usually messier than this,” Ottis said.
“I don’t want to get cum all over the nest,” Doc said dryly. He sat Ottis upright and dressed him in a silk robe, before wearing one himself.
“This feels kind of official. Like we’re going to meet the parents,” Ottis blurted. “But instead of human parents, it’s a nest. A nest-parent? Will the nest ground me if I eat in it?”
Doc huffed. “Are you sure you want to think of it that way? Because then it’ll get weird if we mate in the nest-parent.”
“Ugh!” Ottis scrunched up his face in horror. “I mean, other people can do that if they want. But not me.”
Doc laughed and scooped Ottis off the bed, setting him on his feet. Together, they made their way through the mansion to the room with the balcony.
Then, Doc paused.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Ottis asked.
“Just anxious about whether it’s good enough for you.”
Ottis tangled their fingers together. “You built it. Of course it’ll be good enough. It’ll be perfect, Doc.”
Doc exhaled, gazing softly down at him. “Let’s see what you think, then.”
He opened the door and gestured Ottis forward.
Inside, a magnificent nest took up most of the room. Low wood walls held together a huge pile of pillows and blankets. Sprigs of baby’s breath were gathered in little vases along the wood walls, and four tall posts held up a sheer pink canopy, crisscrossed with golden fairy lights.
Ottis drew a slow breath, limping toward the nest. It was even more beautiful than the half-built nest he had seen, with its walls sanded smooth and polished to a shine. Doc had added rounded cabinets stuffed full of snacks and books.
“I’ve smoothed down the edges so Marcie won’t hurt herself in there,” Doc said, his eyes wide and hopeful.
“This is amazing,” Ottis whispered. He took a flying leap and landed in the middle of the pillows. “Oof! It’s like a sea of clouds!”
“You like it?”
“I love it!” Ottis flopped around like a fish, flinging his limbs everywhere. All he felt was fluffy softness. “It’s like I’m in heaven. We should get you and Marcie in here. Then we’ll have a cuddle pile and everything will be great.”
Doc beamed. “Let me get Marcie.”
Before he could take more than a few steps, Hijinks showed up at the door with Marcie and Hotcart, beaming excitedly. “Aww, am I not allowed in the nest?”
Doc scrunched up his face. “That would be so awkward. Especially if you start reading pickup lines.”
The butler quickly tucked a pink book behind his back.
Ottis snickered.
Hijinks sniffed disdainfully. “It’s just as well that you gave me enough time to duck in here and get it ready.” He waved at the fairy lights and the baby’s breath bouquets.
Doc scrutinized him. “You hid pickup lines in here, didn’t you?”
“I did nothing!” Hijinks cackled and flounced away, leaving Marcie in Hotcart’s cargo basket.
Doc sighed, heading over to scoop Marcie out of the shopping cart. “Hey, Hotcart. You may hang around, but please don’t crash into any walls.”
The cart flipped its wheels and wriggled. Marcie babbled at Doc, grasping his shirt. When Doc brought her close to his face, Marcie tried to stuff a macaroni up his nose.
“Ugh,” Doc said, but he laughed and brought Marcie over to Ottis. “Do I want to know where that macaroni has been?”
“Probably not,” Ottis said ominously.
Doc waded through the pillows back to Ottis’ side, handing Marcie over. “There, back with your dad.”
“Actually,” Ottis said, his heart skipping. Doc looked at him curiously. “I was wondering if you wanted to be Marcie’s dad, too.”
Doc’s entire face lit up. “You’d want me to be?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
Doc grinned and his gaze turned soft. “Thank you, sweetheart. That means so much to me.”
He gathered them both in his arms and kissed Ottis softly on the lips. Then he turned to Marcie, his breath stuttering.
“Hey, Marcie,” Doc began.
Marcie turned to him and shoved another macaroni into his mouth. Ottis laughed.
“Well, I guess that’s a happy Father’s Day gift?” Doc began to chew on the pasta, except Marcie plucked it back out of his mouth and began to wave it around.
Ottis curled into Doc’s side, clutching his stomach as he laughed harder. “This is going to be great.”
“Says you,” Doc said, but he leaned back against Ottis, cuddling Marcie closer. “Now, all we need is a kick from the other little one, and everything will be great.”
He slipped his hand into Ottis’ silk robe to touch his belly, his smile so warm that Ottis’ heart fluttered.
“Soon,” Ottis said breathlessly. “I think we’ll feel a kick soon.”