“You should let your omega know,” Bruiser said.
“I want to hear the stories,” Ottis blurted, his mind spinning with the possibilities. “Maybe not the embarrassing ones if they make you feel bad.”
He wasnotthinking about how good ‘your omega’ sounded.
Doc groaned and tipped his head back against the couch. This left his throat completely exposed, from his masked jaw all the way to his collarbones, every single tendon and vein in full view.When Ottis focused, he could see the steady beat of Doc’s heart in his pulse point; he could hear it too. He could smell the faint sweat wafting off Doc’s skin, could almost taste it on his tongue.
No one bared their necks like this in front of a wolf. Not even an omega wolf. Did Doc really trust him this much?
What would it feel like, sinking his teeth gently into Doc’s throat?
What would it feel like, feeling the flutter of Doc’s pulse against his lips?
Ottis’ heart must’ve betrayed him; Doc turned his head slightly to study Ottis.
“You okay?” the alpha rumbled.
“Y-yeah,” Ottis croaked. “It’s just... You left your throat all stretched out like a log cake waiting to be eaten.”
Doc stared. Then he huffed, his abs trembling against Ottis’ arm. The other alphas snorted too.
Only then did it hit Ottis, what he had just said. He buried his face in his hands. “Not again!”
“It does look like a log cake,” Bruiser said. “A short one. Pipe some frosting on there, and he’ll be ready for Yule.”
“Food sex isn’t my kink, sorry,” Doc said dryly.
“No, your kink is lace underwear,” Ottis blurted.
Doc stared at him. Zenith and Bruiser both laughed.
Ottis shoved his hands over his mouth, horrified. “Not again!”
Doc chuckled then, shaking his head. “Oh, sweetheart. What am I going to do with you?”
“Plug me up,” Ottis said immediately. “I mean, my mouth hole. If I’m choking on you, I can’t stick a foot in my mouth.”
Then he realized howthatsounded.
“Plug youmore,you mean.” Doc grinned.
“Oh gods,” Ottis wailed. “Just bury me already.”
“He’s lovely,” Zenith rumbled in his corner. He turned to Ottis. “Do you have brothers? More of you in your pack?”
“I’m the only omega in my dads’ litters,” Ottis said. “Sorry.”
Zenith’s smile turned lopsided. “Ah, I should’ve guessed. Thank you anyway.”
And now Ottis felt bad for him. “I have some omega friends—” But most of them were happily mated. “I’ll ask around.”
Zenith cheered up.
“You’re not getting this one,” Doc growled, wrapping his arms around Ottis and Marcie. “Ottis ismine.”
Ottis’ instincts shivered.
Then he realized that, by going to live with Doc, Sevrian would eventually end up on Doc’s doorstep, threatening to destroy them both.
