Page 17 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

THE RUTS GET WORSE

“ Grow a baby?” Walren spluttered.

Raptor nodded sagely. “Omegas need a space to sit in to focus all their growing powers in their belly.”

“What,” Walren said. Because what the hell? “I’m not a tree! I don’t just grow babies like a lemon!”

“You’re right—”

“Oh, good,” Walren breathed.

“—You grow babies like a seahorse,” Raptor said excitedly. “I deposit all the lil critters in your belly, and when they’re ripe, you jet them out like a fountain!”

Walren put his head in his hands and groaned.

“No jetting of babies,” he finally managed to say. “And I will not sit in a nest and grow babies. ”

“Alright,” Raptor conceded. “But I will build you an amazing nest to demonstrate my alpha daddy prowess.”

It wasn’t as though Walren could stop him. “Go ahead.”

Raptor cheered. He checked that Walren was done dressing Zebbie. Then he brought them to the crib. “Now, Zebs should hop in here for a lil while.”

“Why?”

“Housekeeping,” Raptor said vaguely. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’ll bring your daddy right back.”

Walren carefully lowered Zebbie into the crib. Zebbie made an unhappy sound; Raptor found a cow plushie and squeezed it so it squeaked. Zebbie’s attention locked onto it.

Raptor dropped the toy next to Zebbie and carried Walren into his own bedroom.

“What are we doing here?” Walren asked.

“Adult things,” Raptor whispered in his ear. He bent Walren over the foot of his bed. Then the shirt loosened around their hips and fell to the floor in a rustle of fabric.

Walren was suddenly very aware of his nakedness. Except Raptor didn’t even comment on it. He leaned back, pulling out his receding knot with a loud, wet sound.

“Mmmm, look at you,” Raptor growled.

With one hand, he pried apart Walren’s cheeks. Then a camera shutter clicked.

Walren tingled all over. “Oh gods, did you—”

He peeked over his shoulder.

Sure enough, Raptor was holding his phone just above Walren’s ass, taking a picture of his hole. Walren squeaked.

“You look so debauched,” Raptor purred. “Here, I’ll show it to you.”

Ever so casually, he covered Walren with his body and held his phone in front of Walren’s face, navigating through the apps.

All Walren could think about was the warm, naked body pressed on top of him, Raptor’s wet cock nestled between his thighs.

Then he blinked, and saw a lot of skin.

On Raptor’s phone was a loose pink hole, glistening with slick, a river of pearly cum flowing out of it.

Raptor set it as his phone’s wallpaper. Walren watched with sick fascination as the alpha flipped through his apps. The whole time, his hole remained in the background, staring back at them.

“It makes me want to thrust back inside,” Raptor whispered in his ear. “Actually, I think this might be a bad idea. I—”

He wheezed, his entire body jerking behind Walren.

The wet length grew rock-hard between Walren’s legs. Raptor dropped his phone and panted heavily.

“Good thing you’re already sloppy,” the alpha growled. Then he crammed his cock back into Walren’s ass, and fucked him into the bed.

By the time they were done, Walren was wrung out, wrung dry, and covered in sweat and cum.

“I don’t know h-how many times I can come in one day,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can stand up.”

“You’re so perfect,” Raptor said into his hair. His knot was locked inside Walren, pressed amazingly against his prostate. “I just—”

He jerked again, his entire body tensing, his cock pulsing within Walren’s inner walls.

“F-fuck! What the hell,” Raptor hissed, his fists clenched around the sheets. “I just went into rut. I can’t... can’t get another this soon.”

But he was panting, his hips hitching. He dug his fingers into Walren’s hips so hard that they would likely bruise, and began grinding his knot deeper. Walren whined, too weak to move.

Raptor fucked Walren until he came, then he kept on going. Walren came so many times, he finally blacked out.

When he woke, the alpha was still grinding into him, sweating and cursing up a storm.

“Fuck,” Raptor groaned. “I think my body really wants to breed you.”

Walren shuddered, growing hot between his legs. “Go ahead.”

“Holy gods,” Raptor hissed.

He turned away for a second, his chest heaving. “Hass. Make sure Zebs has food. Feed him whatever he needs. Walren’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He waited for a few moments, then turned back to Walren. “He’ll make sure Zebs is taken care of.”

“Thanks,” Walren said into the mattress. Then he screamed when Raptor fucked him into an orgasm, and kept on screaming because the pleasure only intensified.

By the time Raptor finally stopped, Walren’s voice was gone. His body ached, and his belly bulged even more with the five extra loads Raptor had filled him with.

“It’s getting worse,” Raptor muttered, his own face pressed into the sheets. “It’s never been this bad before.”

“Maybe I’m the one triggering your ruts,” Walren mumbled. “All it took was you looking at a picture of my hole.”

Raptor’s growl sounded petulant. “But I want that picture as my wallpaper.”

“Maybe you need to save it for a special occasion.”

“Don’t you get it? Anytime I get to look at it is a special occasion.”

Walren snorted, hiding his amused grin in the sheets. “But you have a restaurant to run, right? You can’t be knotted with me for hours at a time.”

Raptor hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah. I will not wear you like an apron. It might sound cute, but that kitchen is no place for you.”

That was so sweet that Walren melted a little.

Lots of alphas wanted their omegas to stay in the kitchen. Hell, Larei had told Walren several times not to step out of the kitchen until he had made Larei dinner, and Walren had been too naive to leave him back then.

“Why don’t you want me in the kitchen?” Walren asked anyway.

Raptor met his eyes over his shoulder. “I saw you looking at the Nood’s Good stoves. You looked baffled by them. Sure, I could teach you how they work. But you were more interested in eating than cooking, so I’m gonna tell you to leave the cooking to me.”

“But I should pull my weight, right?”

Raptor shrugged. “You signed a contract that takes care of all your needs. You’re already pulling your weight by spending my ruts with me.”

“I guess that’s true.”

Walren wanted to do more, though. Especially when Raptor had been so nice to him. But what could he give Raptor, that Raptor hadn’t already bought himself?

Aside from a baby?

Dammit!

Walren chewed on his lip, thinking hard.

“Alright, I’m going to get started on your nest,” Raptor said.

And there went all of Walren’s brainstorming, because this dragon was ridiculous.

“I’m not even pregnant,” Walren said.

“Yet!” Raptor nuzzled his sweaty nape. “I like to be prepared. Remember the crib and car seat?” And in a whisper, “I actually also have a handful of baby clothes.”

“Oh, gods,” Walren said.

Raptor turned his head toward the bedroom doors. “Hass, my minion. I have a list of items you need to acquire ASAP.”

Ever so faintly, there was a reply from Hassel. “Master, yes, Master!”

Raptor waited for a beat, presumably so Hassel could get a pen and paper. Then he cleared his throat.

“Three hundred cans of sweet corn, fifteen rubber ducks, ten straws, twenty boxes of tissue paper, ten tubs of hollow plastic balls, five pool noodles, fifty packs of ice cream sticks, twenty bath towels, and ten bunches of rosemary...”

It was at this point that Raptor seemed to run out of steam. Just as Walren thought he would stop there, the dragon perked up again.

“Oh! Don’t forget to get a grandfather clock, three bags of rice, two long plastic pipes and a giant pipe, forty yards of industrial-strength steel rope, and all the hardwood you can find.”

There was another pause.

“Nope, that’s it,” Raptor said cheerfully. “Thanks.”

Walren stared. “Is that... all supposed to go into the nest?”

“Yup!”

“How?”

Raptor rubbed his chin. Then he smiled, but Walren knew the alpha didn’t have a damn clue, either. “We’ll see! It’s a surprise!”

“Have you ever... built a nest?”

“Nope!”

I’m getting a real bad feeling about this. Maybe this was one skill that Raptor didn’t share with his twin—Ivo had sent pictures of Ace’s nests, and they had looked amazing.

Not that Walren was expecting something of that quality.

“I appreciate the effort you’re putting into this,” he said sincerely.

Raptor beamed. “Now, while Hass is putting in supply orders, I’m going to clean you up.”

He carefully gathered Walren into his arms. It probably felt like scooping a lump of soft dough off the counter; Walren was so drained that he couldn’t even hold up his head.

Raptor carried him to the bathroom. Walren cracked his eyes open... and gaped.

Like his kitchen, Raptor’s bathroom was a thing of beauty.

Large windows poured sunlight onto the marble walls and floors.

A long mirror spanned the elegant counter; the twin sinks were made of pale blue frosted glass.

Their faucets were flat and rectangular like in those architectural design magazines, and when Raptor turned one on, water flowed out in a smooth, unbroken sheet.

Then there was the shower. It was large enough for two, with a rain shower head, a regular shower head, and nozzles on the walls. There was even a large stone bench against one wall.

“You can control the water temperature and pressure,” Raptor said when he caught Walren staring. He tapped on a panel on the glass shower wall, which lit up to display the water temperature and different massage options.

“It looks so fancy,” Walren moaned. “I’ve only ever seen this in videos.”

Raptor grinned. He sat down on a different bench—carved out of wood this time—and turned Walren around on his knot. When Walren was facing him fully, Raptor carried him into the shower, angling him toward the wall nozzles.

“Massage?” Raptor asked.

“Okay.”

Raptor pressed a button on the glass panel. Walren braced himself for a jet of terrible cold water.

Instead, delightfully warm water thumped into his back from the very first second. Raptor moved Walren slightly so the jets massaged different parts of his back.

With a moan, Walren tucked his face into Raptor’s neck, relaxing completely. “This is amazing.”

“Yeah?” Raptor grinned.

He held Walren in front of the jets until Walren was all but dozing off.

Then the alpha stopped the massage, aiming a broad spray onto the stone bench.

His intent became clear the next moment: Raptor sat on the bench with Walren, careful to keep the spray out of Walren’s eyes while he scrubbed him down gently with a washcloth.

“Is this how you treat all your employees?” Walren mumbled.

Raptor huffed. “Most of my employees don’t get to sit on my knot, sweetheart.”

“Just me and who?”

“Just you. ”

Walren pressed his face against Raptor’s shoulder to hide his smile.

What am I doing? This is just a contract.

But Raptor felt so safe, wrapped around him.

Large hands rubbed soap all over his body. Then Raptor rinsed him off, and briskly soaped himself. When they were mostly clean, Raptor carried Walren out of the shower and dried him with the warmest, fluffiest towel. Walren purred.

“Oh?” Raptor looked excited. “I haven’t heard that sound from you before. You like being dried off?”

“This towel is amazing,” Walren moaned. “It’s like a soft fluffy cloud.”

“It’s all yours,” Raptor said. “The bathrooms don’t all have heated towel racks, but mine definitely does. You’re welcome to use it anytime.”

“Because you want a peek?” Walren blurted. Then he could’ve smacked himself.

Raptor grinned. “I’ll always want a peek at your hot lil butt, babe. You can lounge in the tub too, if you want.”

Walren hadn’t even noticed that there was a bathtub in here. He turned his head slightly, spotting a huge, dragon-sized pool beneath a window, with steps leading up to it and several bottles of shampoo next to its faucets. There was even a wooden tray with a plate of snacks on it.

“That tub is bigger than the safe house bathroom,” Walren said. He paused. “Have you ever seen a tiny bathroom?”

“Ace and I fought in the Eggplant Wars. There weren’t even bathrooms in that area; it was all barren land and trenches. But I’ve seen my share of tiny bathrooms, too. Sometimes it’s difficult to squeeze myself into them.”

With shoulders as broad as his... Walren could imagine it. “When was the last time you had to squeeze into a tiny bathroom?”

“Believe it or not, just a few years ago. I was on a business trip and I stepped into an omega restroom by mistake.” Raptor winced.

“To be fair, the restroom was completely empty when I first went in. I was tired from my flight and didn’t realize why the cubicle was so cramped until I stepped out. So many omegas screamed. So many.”

“Did they call the cops on you?” Walren asked, eyes wide.

“Nah. I just apologized with my hands in the air, washed them with soap, and left. They gave me the side-eye, but after they saw that I meant no harm, they went back to their business.”

Walren relaxed, snuggling into Raptor. At some point during his storytelling, Raptor had finished drying Walren. His calloused hands smoothed up and down Walren’s back, lulling him into a light doze.

Raptor stiffened suddenly, though.

“What’s wrong?” Walren asked, instantly alert.

“Hass has my building materials ready.” The alpha vibrated with excitement. “I can start building your nest today. ”