“Go to sleep,” Doc murmured behind him.
To Ottis’ surprise, the alpha leaned in and sniffed at him. A large hand grasped Ottis’ hip lightly and pulled him backward; another hand slipped between his thighs, feeling up the drying cum on his skin. Those fingers slid between Ottis’ asscheeks and pressed firmly against his hole, rubbing it slowly.
Ottis’ breath rushed out. “Again?”
“You feel good,” Doc whispered. “Still a little loose from earlier.”
Then he slid two fingers into Ottis, stretching him, swirling his fingers around in the last of his cum. Ottis moaned.
“Good omega,” Doc said in his ear. “Perfect for me.”
He kept his fingers inside Ottis for a while, pressing lightly against his prostate, before slowly pulling them out with a wet sound.
“I’ll be back in the morning to check on you,” Doc murmured. “See how much cum there still is.”
“Probably very little,” Ottis mumbled, his face growing warm. “Sorry. I meant to keep it inside.”
“I’ll give you more to hold onto tomorrow. Get a plug for the times when I can’t knot you.”
Ottis’ body grew hot again. Doc must’ve heard his breathing change, because he rumbled, squeezing Ottis’ ass.
“Good to know you’re so hungry for it,” Doc growled. “Eager to be stuffed full of my cock. I’ll make sure to get a big load inside you.”
Ottis shuddered. “Do you actually want me to sleep? I’m going to be squirming around in bed thinking about that.”
“Mmm. Yes. I want you ready for me, first thing in the morning. I’ll give you some time to really think about how much you want my cock.” Doc pushed his fingers between Ottis’ cheeks and rubbed his hole again. Then he pulled away, and a pathetic whine escaped Ottis. “Is there anything you’d like for breakfast?”
“Sausage,” Ottis blurted.
Doc laughed. “I’ll make sure to have a big one for you. Is there anything else you’d like, besides sausage?”
“Meat?” Ottis hid his face in his hands. “No! I mean... Something that doesn’t mean your cock. Banana. No!” He groaned, humiliated. “Something like...”
“Waffles, pancakes, omelets, muffins, toast?” Doc asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.
“Yes!” Ottis said desperately. “All of the above. No, not all, that’s insane.”
“Done,” Doc said.
Ottis squinted up at him. “Really? Just like that?”
Doc shrugged. “I have a cook. I’ll put in your breakfast order.”
“Wow. I can’t wait to wake up.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. He patted Ottis’ ass, then nudged him into his room. “Sleep.”
“I’ll dream of you,” Ottis said, and blushed. That was so brazen. But Doc’s touch had left his hole tingling and wetter than before, aching to be filled.
“Good,” Doc rumbled. “I’m sure my dream self will satisfy you fully.”
Ottis shuddered and tucked himself into bed, wrapping himself up in Doc’s scent. Oddly enough, the more he sniffed at it, the better it smelled.
6
THE MORNING AFTER
Ottis was havingan amazing dream when he heard a knock. In the dream, Doc was holding him down in the forest, mating him with hard, hungry thrusts.
