“It’s being prepared,” Doc said. “It’ll be ready soon.”
Ottis wriggled excitedly. “I can’t wait.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. Pack breakfasts are good,” Ottis said. “My dads like cooking for the pack; the pack house kitchen ishuge.But usually they only make a couple of dishes in bulk for the whole pack. You promised a lot of different and amazing food, just for me.”
The alpha puffed out his chest. “Of course. I want to make sure my guest is properly stuffed.”
Ottis tried to bite down his laugh, but it came out as a loud snort. “Do you want to stuff me like a turkey? Are you going to put stuffing up my ass?”
Doc froze. Then he began to laugh too. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Years ago, I watched a show where some guy lost his watch in a turkey while he was stuffing it, and he stuck his head up the turkey’s ass to look for his watch.”
“Hey, I’ve seen that show.” Doc pulled Ottis against his chest for a cuddle. “He swung around some anchovies in his socks to dry them.”
“Yuck.” Ottis gagged. “That’s so gross. I didn’t think you would have seen the same shows I did. You’reold.”
“Brat. I do have some downtime as a doctor, you know.” Doc slapped Ottis’ ass lightly.
Ottis shivered. “In between butt probing?”
Doc groaned. “Is that all you think my work involves?”
“Considering that you’re probing me right now, yes!” Ottis grinned. “Probe Master.”
Doc growled. “You may suffer some consequences if you call me that again.”
“Good consequences, or bad ones?”
The alpha raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to find out?”
“Probably not today.”
“Wise choice. Good omega,” Doc purred.
Somehow, that sent a thrill down Ottis’ spine. He gulped.I shouldn’t tell my kidnapper that I like this, should I?
In an attempt to hide his blush, he fumbled for his phone, unlocking it. Only then did he remember Doc asking for all those passwords last night.
“Oh gods,” Ottis squeaked. His ass clenched. “What kind of evidence did you find on my phone?”
“You’re squeezing tight around me,” Doc groaned, grinding into him. “I f-found your private pictures. Such a fucking sweet hole.”
Ottis’ face burned. How many of those pictures had Doc seen? “Those are terrible!”
“They’re fucking perfect. But not as perfect as seeing you in person,” Doc growled in his ear. “I want a copy of them, or just your best one. So I’ll have something to look at during my work breaks.”
Ottis choked. “You can’t possibly—At the hospital? I’m assuming you work at a hospital.”
“Yes. They have restrooms and staff break rooms.”
“Oh gods, the wolves there willsmellyour cum if you jerk off.” Ottis hadn’t known he could feel this embarrassed for someone else.
Doc lifted the bottom of his scarf, just the slightest bit so Ottis could feel his breath but not see the lower half of his face. Then he ducked his head, sharp teeth nipping Ottis’ shoulder.
“You’re a ninja with that scarf,” Ottis grumbled.
