"I'm a doctor, Valko, not a veterinarian."

The man in the hospital bed chuckles, winces, then pouts all in one second. "Oh, fuck you."

Zayne walks over to the bed, standing beside the chair you pulled up next to it. You avoid his gaze like the plague. He addresses you calmly otherwise. "Do you mind telling me what happened?"

You hang your head in your hands in shame, and don't offer a response.

Zayne tries again. "Valko?"

"She broke my neck."

"I did not!" In the rush to defend yourself, you forget the minute-long vow of silence you took once Zayne walked in the room. Valko raises an eyebrow and gives you a pointed look, as best as he can with neck brace. You go back to hiding, words muffled in your palms. "The nurse said it's probably just a sprain..."

Zayne gives you mercy, stepping toward Valko lying pitifully in front of you. The doctor observes his patient intently, asking questions about the pain, where he feels it, if he has feeling in his legs and toes (the last one is overkill, one of Dr. Zayne's classic jokes, you can tell by the smile he is trying to fight off). Valko answers them all easily. He always had a high pain tolerance.

Until Zayne reaches his last question.

"And how did you potentially break-"

"Sprain!" you interrupt.

"...Sprain your neck?"

You pray to the gods above a Wanderer strikes you down on the spot. You're ready.

You know Valko has that shit-eating grin on his face without even needing to look at him. You can hear it in the way he breathes.

If you say it out loud, maybe, maybe it won't sound so bad?

"I may have... suhuhhisfc..."

"Pardon?"

Zayne sounds closer than before. Oh, good, he's sitting on his doctor stool right next to you, attempting to find your eyes through the slits between your fingers. A warm hand pries away one of yours, and for a moment you forget about your hesitation.

"I... I sat on his face."

Zayne blinks, and you hear Valko snickering (interrupted by a pitiful 'ouch') from his bed.

"So, so worth it."

"Val!"

"What? You seemed to- ow- enjoy it."

"A bit too much, seeing the results."

"Zayne!"

"Apologies," he says with a smile on his face. You don't think you've ever seen him smile so much at work, excluding the time you brought him a full sleeve of macarons from his favorite bakery for his birthday. He brushes the hair out of your face, revealing the flush that stains your skin. The touch of familiarity relaxes you, despite your embarrassment. "If it makes you feel better, this is not an uncommon occurrence."

Zayne turns to Valko, then, entering doctor mode in an instant. "And luckily, your neck is not broken, but you'll have to keep the brace for the next couple of weeks. That means no strenuous activity until the pain is gone."

"What!" Valko complains. "For two weeks?"

"I'll prescribe a pain reliever for the time being," Zayne continues, ignoring the pouting wolf mumbling to himself. He scribbles on his doctor note pad, ripping the sheet and holding it out for you to take. When you take it, you feel the weight of his gaze holding you down. "That is not an invitation to see what he can handle. Understood?"

You feel properly chastised. And a little embarrassed that Zayne knew exactly where yours and Valko's minds went after he mentioned a painkiller. "Yes, sir."

It wasn’t smart, it was genuine. You could see by the look in his golden eyes. Your fingers dig into your palms, aching to hold his face, but his hands are pinning your wrists down to the mattress.

A sharp click of Zayne’s tongue sends a whole new wave of heat through your body, whimpering as Valko’s hips stutter in their pace.

The very pace that Zayne so thoroughly instructed him on, slow yet steady. Not slow enough to hurt, given his girth, the stretch was enough to have your teeth clenching if he thrusted too leisurely.

“No marking her, dog. Your teeth stay here.” You watch Zayne’s free hand come around to grab Valko’s chin, one finger hooking in his cheek and pulling. Revealing the sharp canines that are all too eager to bestow you with the fated bond mark.

To make you his mate, to drive Zayne absolutely wild and make you Valko’s one and only.

“Got it this time?” Zayne releases his cheek with a slick pop, his other hand still gripping the makeshift belt-collar with a white knuckle grip.

“Y-yeah, doc.”

“Good dog.”

The pleasure between your thighs is steadily building, every sinful drag of Valko’s cock as your head reeling. “You still with us, princess?” He’s panting, pupils blown wide and nose visibly twitching as he inhales every bit of your intoxicating scent.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, my love.” Zayne adds behind him, peering over the broad expanse of Valko’s frame to smile down at you. The rosy hues covering his cheekbones as you clenching.

“Oh shit…!” Valko shudders, head falling forward but getting restricted by Zayne’s grip. The sound is a choked gasp, nearly a gurgle as his cock pulses between your fluttering walls. “D-don’t… you can’t look at her like th-that it makes her all tight…”

“Keep moving, dog. Don’t let her lose her orgasm.”

Zayne’s knee comes up, pressing into the muscles of Valko’s ass and forcing him to bottom out into you. The guttural sounds that escape both of you has his cock standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum as Valko audibly pants and tugs at the collar.

Without clear instruction, Valko begins taking the reins with slight hesitation. “Val, please…” you manage to gasp out, eyes watering as you struggle against the death grip on your wrists.

That alone seems to be enough, though you’d wager that Zayne’s silence is all the confirmation the wolf needs before truly pouncing.

Valko’s hips drive into you with new vigor, still mildly held back by Zayne’s grip, but still. Your breasts bounce embarrassingly hard, your eyes screwing shut as you’re unable to swallow any of the noises slipping past your slackening jaw. “Atta boy, fuck her good.”

Zayne’s words send you over the edge, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm unexpectedly slams into you. Stars explode through your vision, so lost in the moment that you barely register the painful swelling between your spread thighs.

By the time Zayne processes what is happening, it’s already too late. He yanks the collar, whipping Valko’s head back until it hits his shoulder. “What are you doing?” There is an icy edge to his tone, one that mildly sobers you up. Valko, however, looks blissed out.

“You said no marking, but you didn’t say I couldn’t knot her, doc.”