Ottis’ eyes grew round. “Really?”
“Did you think I’d say no to having my scent all over you?”
Ottis purred, putting the hoodies back. He picked out some T-shirts that fitted him, loose sweatpants, underwear, and socks. He was so tiny; all his clothes would rip if Doc tried to wear them.
Then Ottis headed to the section with lace underwear, and Doc gulped.
Those full lips curved into a smile. “I heard you swallow.”
“What are you planning?” Doc asked lowly.
“Nothing,” Ottis said. Except his heart skipped. He wandered over to a display of red lace, picking up a tiny scrap and holding it against his hips. “I can’t see if it fits; Marcie’s in my way.”
Doc set the car seat next to their cart. “I could carry her for a bit.”
Ottis’ smile grew. He handed Marcie over; she was so small in his hands. Marcie gnawed on Doc’s lumpy scarf and drooled all over it. Doc wrapped her up in the dry end, lifting her to his face.
They stared at each other.
“Beh!” Marcie said.
“You’re adorable,” Doc answered warmly. What would it be like if she were his?
Or if he put a pup in Ottis’ belly?
When he looked back at Ottis, he found the omega stretching a lacy pair of panties over his hips. There were so many holes in the fabric that it would hide nothing at all. “That’s made up of more holes than cloth.”
“Holes for my hole,” Ottis said, and immediately looked horrified at himself.
Doc laughed. “That is accurate, though.”
“Do you like it?” Ottis asked, almost shyly. At Doc’s slow nod, Ottis perked up and grabbed another pair. “Oh! Did you see these?”
He stretched it out so the larger holes became clear: A heart-shaped hole at the front, and another at the back, over where Ottis’ hole would be.
Heat spiked through Doc’s gut. He exhaled slowly. “Sweetheart, you’re going to kill me with these.”
Ottis laughed. “Death by blue balls?”
“They might be purple by the time we get home.”
“They might need a massage,” Ottis said sagely.
Doc sighed, shoving those thoughts aside. “You’re really keen on being filled again, aren’t you?”
Ottis squirmed. “I think my heat might be landing soon. I can’t stop thinking about being bred.”
Doc’s blood seared in his veins. Then he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind, for later. When he could pin Ottis under himself and make him scream. “Sweetheart, could you... save these thoughts for when I’m alone with you, in private?”
Ottis grinned like a little minx.
Doc growled, baring his teeth. Not that Ottis could see his teeth, but the growl must’ve gotten to him.
Ottis shivered, all dark-eyed and alluring. Fuck.
“Pick one of each style,” Doc said roughly. “We’ll find out which our favorites are.”
“Wow,” Ottis whispered. His hands shook when he dropped the panties into the cart; satisfaction lit Doc up from the inside. He wasn’t the only one affected by this.
