Page 13 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

“Oh?” With their fingers still linked, Raptor pulled Walren’s hand all the way up to his face, and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles.

Walren blushed. No one had kissed him there before. While looking him in the eye.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, then promptly wished he hadn’t. Why do I keep stuffing my foot in my mouth?

Except Raptor smiled. “Just a lil kiss.”

He leaned in and buried his nose in Walren’s hair, taking a deep breath. Then he stepped away, tugging Walren by his pinky through the mansion.

Walren worked hard to focus on everything but the sock puppets. The living room was a huge open area with high ceilings and large couches—the couches were so vast that a dragon could lie comfortably on them. The doorways were wide enough for a dragon to walk through, and the kitchen...

The kitchen was a thing of beauty. Dark stone counters contrasted against redwood cabinetry.

An eight-burner stove took center stage on the kitchen island, facing a row of plush barstools.

There were at least four ovens, and two commercial fridges that made Walren itch to peek inside—were they both fully stocked with food?

“The kitchen looks really professional,” Walren said, impressed. Then he wanted to smack himself—obviously it was professional. Raptor had cooked him an entire meal last night, in his own restaurant.

“I enjoy cooking. More so now that you’re living with me.”

“Um.” Walren squirmed. “I haven’t mentioned it, but I’ve been transitioning Zebs to solid food. If it’s not too much trouble, I could... cook some things for him?”

“Pssh. I’ll cook for him. He’ll get special stuff.” Raptor grinned.

“You don’t mind cooking boring food? Like pureed vegetables and hard-boiled eggs?”

Raptor shrugged. “I have extra burners on my stove. It won’t be a problem to put another pot or two on there.”

“Okay.” Walren gulped. None of the alphas in his past would have offered to cook for his baby, much less cater to Zebbie’s specific diet.

Raptor led the way up the grand staircase to the second floor. They passed several guest rooms, then a room with double steel doors and a sensor pad.

Raptor breezed by it with no comment.

Was his hoard in there? It made sense that Walren wasn’t given access to it.

“This is your room,” Raptor said, stopping at a door right before the end of the hallway.

Walren’s new room was huge, with cream-colored walls and a sheer curtain fluttering over the open window. A small desk and dresser stood in one corner of the room, and next to the queen-sized bed was a sturdy wooden crib.

Walren almost asked, Is the crib fire-proof?

But Raptor would want to know why he was asking that. And Walren didn’t trust the alpha enough with the answer yet.

Maybe Walren could test the crib with a box of matches? Better a tiny controlled burn, than an accidental blaze leading to a mess of charred wood.

But how was he going to get his hands on a box of matches without arousing suspicion?

“Is this where, uh...” Walren trailed off, self-conscious about voicing the rest of his question.

Is this where I’ll help with your ruts?

Raptor smiled as though he had heard the words anyway. “No. You will help me in my bedroom. Here, I’ll show you what that’s like.”

He turned away from Walren’s room, going to the double doors at the end of the hallway. These doors were a dark, dense wood, carved with twin dragons and inlaid with gold.

Raptor pushed open the doors. A wide, short hallway led to a huge, airy bedroom, bigger than anything Walren had seen in his life.

Against the longest wall was a plush bed, larger than king-sized, and more than enough space for a fully shifted dragon to stretch out.

Armchairs and a coffee table occupied one corner of the room.

In another corner was a dark-paneled wall that contained a mini fridge, a microwave, and an espresso machine.

Walren stared.

“There’s a warming drawer in there too, in case you want to save some food for later,” Raptor said. “And a mini dishwasher. No need to bring the dishes back to the kitchen.”

Raptor had a dishwasher in his bedroom. A dishwasher. And a warming drawer.

He said it all so casually.

Walren gaped.

Raptor grinned. “Feel free to use them, if you’d like. But if you’re stepping into my bedroom without warning, don’t be surprised by my wandering hands.”

“I’m still stuck on the warming drawer, to be honest,” Walren mumbled. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“I almost had a stove installed. But then I would’ve needed counter space, and a sink, and knives... It was easier just to leave that all in the kitchen.”

“May I look in the fridge?” Walren asked.

“Of course.”

With Zebbie still strapped to his chest, Walren headed over to the mini fridge. In there were pastries, two bottles of wine, milk, cream, and—

“Is that cake?” Walren blurted, but it came out as a moan.

“Chocolate cake, made with the finest Belgian chocolate I could find,” Raptor said, looking delighted. “It’s yours if you want it.”

It was rude to grab things from his boss’ mini fridge before he had even fulfilled his end of the contract. Walren made himself close the fridge. “M-maybe later.”

He turned away from the temptation, only to notice something he had missed earlier.

In the far corner of the bedroom, apart from everything else, sat an alpha-sized daybed. Above it, a wooden platform had been rigged to the ceiling, suspended with motorized ropes and pulleys. What stood out was the circular hole drilled through the middle of the platform.

“What’s that for?” Walren asked. “Wait. Is that your ‘contraption’?”

“Ah... yes,” Raptor said awkwardly. “I haven’t had anyone to test it with.”

“Can’t you test it yourself?”

Somehow, that drew a laugh out of Raptor. “Aren’t you adorable?”

“I’m not!”

Raptor nodded at the wooden platform. “Look closely at it.”

Something about the hole itched Walren’s brain. He edged closer to the daybed, eyeing the opening. It had been sanded down so it was smooth on all sides, and the wood had been polished to a shine.

“I’ve programmed the platform to rise and fall according to a few preset rhythms,” Raptor murmured, gesturing at a control panel to the side. “I’m sure you can figure out what the hole is for.”

What could he possibly want to put in that hole, while he was lying down?

It struck Walren like a thunderclap. “The—”

And suddenly he could imagine Raptor stretched out on the daybed, naked, his muscles gleaming, his cock pushing in and out of that hole.

Walren would be sitting on top of that opening, and... and...

Walren choked and hastily covered Zebbie’s eyes. “Isn’t that hole... a little big?”

Raptor’s smile heated up Walren’s insides. “You’ve held me. Do you think it’s too big?”

No, it wasn’t. That hole would fit Raptor’s cock and knot just right, with a bit of room to spare.

Walren swallowed dryly. “Um.”

“It doesn’t work with my dragon anatomy,” Raptor said lightly. “I haven’t figured out a platform for that yet.”

“Your—” Walren had never seen a dragon cock before, but if it was proportional to a dragon’s size... “That’s too big!”

Raptor’s eyes darkened.

Before he could say a word, he hunched forward like he’d been punched. Again.

Walren could only stare as the alpha panted, his pupils dilating. The bulge in Raptor’s pants thickened.

Then Zebbie kicked in his chest carrier, and Walren realized he had to deposit his baby somewhere safe.

“Be right back,” Walren yelped, turning toward the door.

“Don’t,” Raptor growled, his voice dipping so low, it was almost inhuman.

Walren’s entire body shuddered like it was under Raptor’s control.

“I have to—” he squeaked.

Raptor took a slow, dangerous step toward him. “If you run, I will chase you.”

Walren’s mind raced. “May I have a head start? Please?”

“Fine. One minute.”

Walren tore out of the bedroom, his heart thumping.

How the hell was he going to keep Zebbie distracted while he was away? More importantly, who would watch over his baby?