“You look like a feast,” he blurted. “Like a huge slab of beef that has a big bone sticking out of it.”
The words sank into his brain a moment later. Ottis curled up on the floor, horrified.
“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever said in my life,” he whispered.
But Doc laughed. “You didn’t say if you like your meat rare, medium, or well done.”
“Ohgods,” Ottis whined. “Whichever doesn’t get me eaten alive. Wait. Do I want to be eaten?”
“I’m starting to think you do,” Doc purred. “Deeply and thoroughly.”
“Why do I find that hot?” Ottis mumbled into his hands. “Is this a cannibalism kink? Marcie, your dad needs help.”
Doc laughed, deep and rumbling. It only made Ottis’ insides twinge.
He flopped onto the playmat next to Marcie. She patted his hair and squished her stuffed giraffe onto his face.
“She’s adorable,” Doc said.
“Imagine making more of her,” Ottis blurted. Then he shoved his hands over his mouth. Now wasnotthe time to be thinking about baby-making.
Doc’s gaze snapped onto him. “You want another baby?”
Ottis opened and shut his mouth. His instincts whisperedyes.The very idea made his body grow hot—Doc pinning him down, knocking his legs apart and filling him. Stuffing him so full that he screamed.
“Um,” Ottis wheezed.
Was it him, or did he feel shaky all over? Was his blood pumping harder through his veins? Were his bones growing heavy?
He squirmed and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, trying not to look at Doc’s bulge. “Um, I.”
“Sweetheart,” Doc murmured, his forehead creasing. “Are you okay?”
He crossed the room and crouched in front of Ottis. Except this sent a flood of smells rushing out of him. The scent from his throat, smoky and alluring. His pheromones from his underarms, when he propped his elbows on his thighs. And the way he spread his legs—Ottis could smell the musk of his crotch, the hint of slick and cum from earlier, that Doc’s shower hadn’t quite managed to wash away.
Doc was just crouching. With his clothes on. And Ottis’ ass was aching around Doc’s plug, fluttering in anticipation.
“Sweetheart,” Doc said again.
“I think I’m in heat,” Ottis whispered.
There was a brief silence. Then Doc drew a deep breath. “Fuck.”
It was just one word. But it was low and forceful, and every single instinct screamed for Ottis to present himself.
He began to shake, uncontrollably. Wasn’t sure what to do when blistering need surged through his veins, making him burn so hot that his clothes felt stifling.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Hang in there. Let me get some help for Marcie first,” Doc said. “Jinks!”
Hijinks came skidding into the nursery. “Yes, Probe Master? Is it Probing Time?”
“I’ll need you to watch Marcie for a while. She’ll probably respond well to dragon or wolf shapes.”
Hijinks saluted. “I’ll have Cook prep some food for her just in case. Go forth and do your masterful probing.”
“Ugh. Thanks,” Doc said, but he was already scooping Ottis into his arms.
Doc’s warmth was intoxicating. Ottis gripped the alpha’s shirt and tried to pull himself closer; he tried to open his legs to offer himself.
