He was beautiful. He had large, dark eyes, pale skin, and full lips. His brown hair was windswept, his clothes hanging loosely off his skinny frame. He definitely needed more meat on him. And he looked exhausted, with dark shadows under his eyes.
In his dragon shape, Doc towered over the man; he was half Doc’s height.
“That’s the strangest kidnapping attempt I’ve ever heard of,” the omega said, his forehead wrinkling. “You didn’t just grab me and fly off.”
Doc puffed out his chest indignantly. “Only brutes do that. I have come with a kidnap contract.”
He held out the folded sheet, pen thankfully still intact.
“A... A kidnap contract?” The omega looked incredulous. But he gingerly accepted the contract and unfolded it. “Huh.”
Doc tried to be patient while he read it under the silvery moonlight. Hijinks had made the words large so reading was easier.
The omega suddenly scrunched up his face. “Wow, this last line.”
Last line?
Oh no.
“What last line?” Doc asked with a sinking feeling.
Dark eyes flicked up at him in question. Then the omega read aloud, “‘Your voice is sweet like a songbird. It drives me to commit crime. But not just any crime. You make me spewmy love juices nonstop wherever I go, covering the world in a widespread, fertile puddle of white. I will fill the courthouses and police stations with my holy juices. Everything will be blessed, including you.’”
“Holy fuck.” Doc stared at him in horror. Then he buried his face in his paws. “I should’ve proofread that thing after Hijinks handed it to me.”
The omega’s incredulity grew. “You didn’t write this?”
“No, my butler did,” Doc said into his paws.
The omega snorted. “Does your butler happen to be a Butler Brother?”
“How did you—” Doc whipped his head up, his eyes growing wide. “Fuck. You can’t tell anyone I’m doing this.”
The omega was smiling now. He shook the contract. “Is this a pickup line from 699 Pickup Lines?”
699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin,the book Hijinks was obsessed about.
“Why does my life suck?” Doc groaned. “I’m an alpha dragon. I’m in control. I’m here to steal an omega for my hoard. One errant pickup line will not set me back. So... Is that a yes or no on the kidnapping?”
The omega opened his mouth. Then he jerked his head, glancing further up the highway. “Car.”
“Fuck. We’re out of time. I apologize in advance.”
Doc swept the omega off his feet, taking off into the sky.
3
MR. DRAGON, PROBE MASTER
Wow.
So.
This was unexpected.
Ottis tried not to shriek as the dragon carried him up and up, away from home.
Well, this was one way to put some distance between himself and his brothers.
