Still, I catch a brief, assessing glance from Dr. Lee. He definitely heard it and notices that I’m fixated on Salt’s nipples. The corner of his mouth lifts in a faint smirk, as if the bastard knows exactly what’s happening here, what he’s doing, and what this is all meant to provoke.
Salt keeps his eyes stubbornly fixed on the floor.
Dr. Lee steps closer to him and says, "I’d like to examine your glands now, all right?"
Salt gives a short nod.
I have the words right on the tip of my tongue, that there’s just one small problem, becauseIdo not agreeto this, but with extreme effort I hold myself back.
Dr. Lee’s slender fingers move in a slow circular motion over the surface of Salt’s left nipple.
The cool touch makes the tip tighten instantly.
His fingers keep moving, pressing lightly, and I realize a low, drawn-out warning growl is slipping from my throat. And this also is one that a beta can understand well.
Both Salt and Dr. Lee know its meaning.
Stop what you’re doing.
Dr. Lee ignores me anyway, his other hand reaching for Salt’s second nipple.
Salt turns his head to the side, his cheeks flushed, his eyelids squeezed shut.
"Stop it!" I blurt out, completely against my will. I didn’t plan to say it, it just popped out.
"Of course," Dr. Lee says, to my absolute shock, and immediately steps back.
Wow. What the hell? The fucker reacted to my words not my AO call, kinda making his point.
Still, there’s no reaction from Salt, his body tense like a bow.
"Everything looks good. Slight nipple enlargement in betas is a positive sign when it comes to fertility activation," he states in a clinical tone.
I’m boiling inside. This whole situation is wrong, simply wrong. Twisted. Unethical.
And I genuinely feel sorry for Salt for having to go through this.
"Please lie down on the table now and remove your pants," Dr. Lee says neutrally.
And it happens again.
Salt freezes. His lips press tight, and his eyes drift back to the floor.
Dr. Lee waits, and in the heavy silence I can hear Salt’s galloping heart.
It looks even worse this time. He seems paralyzed by sheer nerves, his body as if it has turned to stone.
Wow, this is kind of surprising. With his bold, almost aggressive attitude, he reacts like this to the idea of being naked? Where is this coming from? It feels almost contradictory to his personality.
So I take a small step toward him. My chest almost brushes his arm.
The purring worked well before, so I decide to do it again, making the sound warmer and lower, deeply vibrating.
It resonates through the room, filling it with a soothing hum.
Salt slowly lets his eyes fall shut.
There is stillness in the room.
