“Yes. He came with me willingly when I offered him a kidnap contract,” Doc said with a stiff shrug. “In case you wanted to know how to do things legally.”
“He’s an omega. He doesn’t deserve a say,” Sevrian said. “The only place he belongs is under my heel—”
Doc snarled. With a flash of his blade, he cut down a few men.
“Take him down!” Sevrian yelled, jabbing his finger at Doc.
The invaders swarmed around Doc like a terrible donut with lots of spiky weapons. Ottis held his breath as Doc blocked their strikes and took them out a few at a time, each sweep of his sword severing muscle and tendon.
But there were still so many enemies. What if one of them got in a lucky strike?
What if one of them injured Doc fatally?
Ottis swayed on his feet, horrified by the possibilities.
Sevrian’s voice rang out again, like Ottis’ worst nightmares come to life.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” the terrible alpha crooned. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten me, Ottis.”
Ottis tried to shake off that nasty feeling.
“That’s fucking creepy,” Doc growled.
“Ottis is mine,” Sevrian said. “He’s just lost without me guiding him.”
Ottis gagged. “That’s disgusting.”
Doc tilted his head. “He says you’re disgusting.”
“He was mine first,” Sevrian sneered. “He doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
“Is that how you treat all omegas?” Doc snarled. He took down more enemies with a whirl of his sword. Even from a distance, Ottis could see the way Doc was tensing up, fury in every limb.
Athirdwave of people came in through the hole in the hedge. It was too much for one man.
“Hijinks,” Ottis whispered. “What do we do?”
“I’m coming in,” Hijinks said, with a few sound effects like he was doing some kung fu strikes. “Watch out, you jerks!”
Something heavy rolled, like a set of gates sliding open. When Ottis peered through the window, he found a blunt pink tip pushing out from the front of the mansion.
It wasn’t an ordinary pink tip.
It was huge. It was as wide as Ottis was tall.
And it keep pushing out like there was more and more of it—a cylindrical, flesh-colored thing withveinsall over it.
“Is that...” Ottis choked. “Is that a cock?”
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THE PEEN CANNON
“It’s the cock cannon,”Hijinks crowed. “Itstands uptovigorous thrusting.”
Ottis’ brain broke a little. Yeah, he knew there was a big fight going on.
But the mansion had acock.
