“I’m going to breed you and put pups in your belly,” dream-Doc growled in his ear. His cock was thick and big, absolutely perfect. “And you will come nonstop on my cock.”
Another knock broke him out of that dream, leaving him wrapped up in soft sheets and nothing in his ass.
Ottis panted, feeling around for an alpha. Where was Doc? Why wasn’t his cock inside?
“Ottis?” A third knock.
He felt so empty. “Where’re you?”
Something clicked. Footsteps sounded. The blankets peeled back over his head, and a huge alpha towered over him.
“I was going to ask if you’re ready for breakfast, but I guess you’re not.” Doc sounded amused. He was dressed, with a different lumpy scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose.
“You were inside me,” Ottis whined. “And now you’re not. Rude.”
Doc’s eyebrows shot up. “Rude?”
Ottis nodded. “You werejustinside me. Just now. Then you woke me up and you’re not inside anymore.”
Maybe he sounded pathetic, but Doc growled. “Mmm. And what was I doing in that dream?”
“Trying to breed me.”
Doc’s breath rushed out. “Is that something you want?”
“Want your cock.”
“Fuck.” Doc tossed aside the sheets, leaving Ottis naked and squirming. He didn’t waste any time getting on the bed, or getting hard.
Before Ottis knew it, his hips were being gripped by large hands, hauling him onto his knees. Doc groaned and grasped his cheeks, spreading him.
“You’re soaked,” Doc rasped. He pushed thick fingers into Ottis’ hole, dipping in and pulling out, stretching his rim as though he was looking inside. Then fabric rustled, and a wet tip pushed against Ottis’ hole.
Doc slid his cock home, every last inch of it.
Ottis came with a cry, stuffed full of cock. “Yes, yes, yes. S-so gooood.”
“When I kidnapped you, I didn’t think you’d be this desperate for my cock,” Doc said breathlessly. He pounded in with quick, hard thrusts that made Ottis’ body sing.
“More,” Ottis begged.
Doc gave him more. He reached around and gripped Ottis’ cock, fucking him into his fist. Ottis came again and again, clenching around that thick length until Doc lost control, shoving him against the bed and slamming in deep.
When Doc came, it felt like a release. Like Ottis was finally getting something he craved. He shoved his hips against Doc, wriggling and squirming so Doc would stay inside and give him all his cum.
“You—” Doc slipped his arms around Ottis and hauled him against his chest, so his cock sank deeper. “You’re so hungry for me.”
His voice was gravelly. Then the base of his cock swelled, forming a large, round knot that locked them together. It pressed sinfully against Ottis’ prostate.
“You want this,” Doc murmured, holding Ottis down and rolling his hips. His knot ground against that sensitive spot; Ottis screamed. “Shh.”
Doc clapped his hand over Ottis’ mouth. Then he shoved his knot deeper, so Ottis thrashed, pleasure flooding his body. It was almost too much, being knotted like this. Having pleasure crash through him over and over, until Ottis finally went limp.
Ottis sagged against the bed, floating in a daze.
“Was that good for you?” Doc covered Ottis with his own body, his warmth soaking into Ottis’ back.
“V’ry good,” Ottis slurred. “Like you put a magic stick in my ass and turned it on forever.”
