Robin was raised to be the perfect omega son of King Harold Marcella of the Marcella Dynasty like his siblings. In a kingdom where Omegas were only good for breeding stock, Robin wanted to be more. He thought his life would have the same path as his...
"Put your legs on the stirrups," Dr Thrall instructed, without acknowledging Kyle.
Great. As if a rude nurse wasn't enough now the doctor was acting like a jerk as well. Wasn't he supposed to ease him into this? Kyle bet the guy was a bad lover behind closed doors. Shit! He shouldn't be thinking about what kind of lover his doctor was.
"Mr. Adams," Dr Thrall said, snapping Kyle's attention back to him. "The stirrups."
"Yeah. Sorry." Kyle's face heated in as he realised how vulnerable he would in this position.
Kyle looked up at the white ceiling trying his best to disassociate himself from the whole thing. He didn't want to think about the handsome stranger now taking position between his legs, or the fact that he was going to use that speculum on him.
"Scoot forward towards the edge," Dr Thrall said. With a please or a thankyou.
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