Page 21 of Hooked on the Otter Doctor
I made the introductions.
“Mamma, Pabbi, this is Doctor Halaby Revazi. Halaby these are my parents, Astrid and Eskil Ahlberg.”
Halaby took each of their hands and said solemnly, “I apologize for causing Helli to fall off the boat and ask that you consider forgiving me.”
Pabbi laughed and patted Halaby’s shoulder. “Of course we forgive you! Those fish really helped us.”
I held my breath waiting for Pabbi to say more or ask for Halaby to fill the net again, but Pabbi just smiled.
Petra showed up then, bouncing and squealing because Svein was behind her…with his gray wolf? “They’re mates!” she shouted before her and Helli screamed.
“No. Seriously?” I asked Svein once I could hear again.
He nodded, eyes twinkling and face flushed pink. “It turned out that whole public display and all was because I’m irresistible.”
I laughed as his fluffy mate scratched at the back of his neck and shrugged. If he hadn’t been covered in fur, I bet he would’ve been blushing, too.
“Totally understandable,” Halaby said and put a hand out to the wolf. “Weren’t you in my infirmary not too long ago?”
“Yes, sir,” he said in a rumbling voice and held out his right hand. “Dyfor Kaspin. Crushed fingers during work in Engineering.”
“Ah.” Instead of shaking the wolf’s hand, Halaby inspected it. “Good to see you’re doing so well.”
“Your name’s Dyfor?” I asked as I took one of Halaby’s hands so he’d quit doctoring.
“It is!” Svein exclaimed with a big smile. “And doesn’t it just say everything?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s…to die for!”
I groaned even as I laughed. Svein was going to say that as often as possible, I just knew it.
Sitting down to dinner, I had Petra on one side and Svein on the other, our Norlons opposite us. Halaby was talking with Helli and Dyfor, but he’d stretched out one long leg so that his booted foot was resting beside mine. And if he’d known what a few seconds of thinking about sex with him in the water had done to me, he had to know what his foot grazing mine was doing to me. I tried to distract myself, but Svein didn’t make it easy.
“He has a knot,” Svein said in a low voice.
“A what?” Petra asked as she leaned in on my other side.
I groaned, knowing exactly what he meant. “Don’t break the lesbian.”
Svein carried on like he hadn’t heard me. “A part of his cock swells to lock us together.”
“How awful!” Petra looked so concerned. “Can anything be done for him?”
So innocent. I patted her hand. “I’m just guessing here, but I think Svein is bragging.”
“Oh.” She blinked between us a few times, while Svein snickered. “Oh, god,” she said as it clearly dawned on her. “Ew. I didn’t need to know that.”
I suddenly found myself asking, “Does it happen when you’re, um… Like in the photos?”
“It does, but I’m careful.”
“You’re both horrible,” Petra admonished.
“Just wait,” Svein said, “until some female Norlon gets you in her sights. You’ll have your skirt over your head in two seconds flat.”
“Oh, mygod,” she moaned. “I’m sure the female Norlons have much better control than to have public orgies.”
