Page 25 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

THE FORGOTTEN SPELL

Walren woke slowly, wrapped in the most perfect embrace.

Warmth surrounded him. The sheets were silky-smooth against his skin, and a solid, protective wall was pressed against his back, from his shoulders all the way to his toes.

He had never felt so satisfied in his life, all of his muscles aching pleasantly.

What did I do to deserve this?

A voice in his head said, You’re forgetting something.

Not Zebbie—he knew somehow that Zebbie was nearby, but his baby didn’t need his attention yet.

What was it, then?

Walren turned slightly, only noticing then that warm air kept puffing against the back of his head. The protective wall went around him, a solid band wrapped around his waist.

Walren never had this good of a morning, ever. What was going on?

He cracked open his eyes and saw navy blue sheets. A vast bed. High ceilings. A doorway that led to a huge sunlit bathroom.

Closer to the bed was a wooden platform suspended above a large daybed.

There was a round hole in the platform. For a cock, Walren abruptly remembered.

Because Raptor wanted to experiment with it.

Raptor. His boss with the random ruts. This was Raptor’s bedroom.

And last night—

The memories hit him like a flood. Raptor showing him the constellations on the bathroom ceiling, touching him gently, touching him inside. And a long, endless stretch of blinding pleasure—on the bathroom floor, on Raptor’s bed.

Walren’s body squeezed at the memory of the alpha thrusting inside him—just that his ass closed around something.

He snuffled in surprise—and remembered.

Raptor had asked to knot inside him for the night. That was Raptor’s cock buried inside him right now, wasn’t it? And Raptor wrapped around him, still sleeping, if his even breaths were anything to go by.

Oh gods, he spent the whole night inside me.

A hot thrill shot down Walren’s spine. Followed immediately by self-consciousness.

He reached down to touch his belly, his eyes growing wide when he realized how full it was. Because Raptor was still inside him. And because—

How many loads had the alpha pumped into him last night?

“Oh gods,” Walren whispered, his face burning.

He would have stayed in bed, except his bladder ached. Why do I have to pee right now, of all times? He winced and began the tricky task of extracting himself without waking Raptor.

Carefully, he moved Raptor’s heavy arm off his waist. Then he inched forward under the thin blanket, his back suddenly cold when it lost contact with the alpha.

Their hips were still joined, though. Walren blushed harder, carefully sliding himself off Raptor’s cock. Pleasure whispered through his body.

How was Raptor still hard? Was that his morning wood?

“Mmm,” the alpha rumbled behind him. Then he rolled his hips, pushing his cock back into Walren.

Walren moaned, his elbows buckling under him.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” Raptor murmured. When Walren peeked over his shoulder, he found the alpha watching him, sleep-rumpled with pillow crinkles pressed into his cheek.

“Why do you look adorable like that?” Walren blurted. He slapped his hands over his mouth the next second, horrified.

Raptor grinned. “You think I’m cute?”

“No! I’m going to the bathroom!”

Walren yanked himself off Raptor’s cock and shuffled—a great distance—to the edge of the bed. Only when he was there, did he realize how high the bed truly was. His good leg dangled above the floor; his bad leg stuck straight out in front of him.

He scooted his butt to the edge of the mattress and hopped down, landing on his bare feet.

Immediately, warm fluid leaked out of his hole.

Walren hurried away before all of Raptor’s cum could exit his body. Was Raptor looking at his ass? Was he seeing the trail of cum dripping down Walren’s thighs and spilling all over the floor?

“For the record, I think you’re cute too,” Raptor said.

Walren stumbled.

“Walry!” Raptor yelped, throwing the covers off himself. “Don’t fall!”

“I’m fine! Stay in bed!” Walren clenched his hole, grimacing when it didn’t stop the thick fluid from flowing out and smearing between his thighs. There was a lot of it, a trail of cum following him all the way to the toilet.

He sat on the toilet for a long while; cum just kept dripping out of him.

“Oh gods,” Walren mumbled into his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“This is so hot, you mean,” Raptor said from the bed.

“I’m not listening!” Walren covered his ears. What would his friends think, if they knew just how thoroughly Raptor had bred him last night?

The voice in his head whispered, Speaking of breeding...

I was supposed to refresh Uriel’s spell at 8 PM.

Walren froze, his eyes wide.

After the madness that was yesterday, he had completely forgotten about the contraceptive spells.

He looked down at his belly, which was now considerably less full.

The thing was, Walren had trouble conceiving. Back when he was trying for a baby of his own, he had spent his heats with a few different alphas—only for nothing to take.

It was only after he had given up, that he had conceived Zebbie by accident.

And that had taken years.

If what Raptor said was true, that multiple orgasms made Walren more fertile...

How much more fertile had he been last night?

Raptor had put three loads into him, and kept him knotted with cum for hours.

It’s not going to take, Walren told his thumping heart. I’m not giving him my baby!

Would it be so bad if it was Raptor’s baby, though...?

Walren shook away those thoughts. There was no point fretting over something so unlikely to happen.

He tried to squeeze out the last of Raptor’s cum, then stuck his fingers into himself to scoop out the remaining droplets.

When he had washed his hands thoroughly and returned to the bed, Raptor gave him an appreciative once-over. “Looking beautiful, sweetheart.”

Walren faltered mid-limp. “I’m—”

“ Beautiful, ” Raptor said firmly, eyes narrowed.

It was a bad idea to argue with his employer over how he looked, so Walren shut up. “Okay.”

“Good,” the alpha purred. He patted the bed next to him. “Now, come back here for another load of cum.”

Was it Walren, or did his heat seem less intense today? It was odd, because his heats usually lasted five days.

Surely nothing will happen if I let him come inside me again. Walren shivered.

He wavered on his feet, about to give in.

Zebbie gave a loud, hungry cry from the next room.

Walren huffed, strangely disappointed. “Sorry. I’ll have to deal with Zeb’s hunger before I can do yours.”

He held his breath, half-afraid that Raptor would get mad.

But Raptor’s smile was slow and warm, hitting Walren right in the chest. “It’s alright. I wanted to watch you with Zeb, anyway. Learning experience, remember?”

We are NOT having a baby, Walren told his body firmly.

Not that it ever listened.

Since Raptor had been happy to lend him his clothes yesterday, Walren went to Raptor’s walk-in closet and picked out a button- down shirt. He pulled it on and secured the lowest buttons, then made his way out of Raptor’s bedroom.

Zebbie lit up when he saw Walren. He always cheered Walren up; Walren gathered his baby into his arms, dropping kisses all over that beloved little face. Then he let Zebbie nurse, his body filling with contentment.

“He’s such a cute baby,” Raptor said in his ear.

Walren jumped and shrieked. “Eeek! Don’t scare me like that!”

“My apologies.” Raptor’s grin was all sharp teeth. “May I kiss you better?”

Walren’s stomach filled with butterflies. Then he frowned. “You’re not supposed to scare someone so you can kiss them better! That’s not the way kisses work!”

“Alright.” Raptor nuzzled Walren’s temple. “I’ll be good.”

He put some distance between them, still peering over Walren’s shoulder at Zebbie, but they were no longer touching.

Walren tried not to feel disappointed about that, too.

While he nursed, Zebbie stared at Raptor. Raptor wriggled his fingers; Zebbie kicked happily.

“It’s not fair that he warmed up to you so quickly,” Walren grumbled. “He took longer to get friendly with my friends!”

Raptor waggled his eyebrows. “That’s because I’m warm. ”

“That... was a terrible joke,” Walren groaned.

Raptor cackled. “Maybe he wants to be friends with me.”

“Maybe.”

The alpha inhaled sharply. Then he whooped, pulling away to dance around Walren’s room.

What kind of alpha got so happy over a baby? Raptor, apparently.

Raptor returned with a squeaky, bright pink flamingo stuffie, shaking it above Zebbie’s head. Zebbie grabbed at it.

Raptor handed over the toy without a fight. “He likes my gift!”

“It’s bright pink. Of course he likes it.”

Raptor grinned and cooed at Zebbie, reaching closer to touch Zebbie’s head. Except he froze an inch away, glancing uncertainly at Walren.

“You can pet his head,” Walren said.

The alpha rumbled, pressing his cheek against Walren’s as he carefully stroked the top of Zebbie’s head. “You are both precious. All three of you.”

Walren spluttered. “Three?”

Raptor slid his other hand around Walren to cover his belly.

Walren blushed so hard, he could’ve fainted. “I’m not—”

“Not yet,” Raptor whispered in his ear.

Oh, gods.

“We should get a shopping cart as a pet to complete our family picture,” Raptor said.

“F-family?” Walren choked. “What?”

Raptor had only just become his boss yesterday.

Walren turned his head, only to find himself nose-to-nose with Raptor. He went cross-eyed trying to focus on Raptor’s face.

“Oh,” Raptor murmured. “You’re—”

A loud click shattered the tension between them.

Both of them looked up; Walren jerked away from Raptor, feeling guilty.

Hassel stood in the doorway with a huge grin, phone camera aimed at them. “That was a beautiful family picture,” the butler crowed. “All you’re missing are the bright pink pickup lines in the background. But I can always add them in later.”

Raptor laughed. “You sure love those pickup lines. Send me that picture.”