“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’ heartthumped.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.
