Page 30 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

THE GLORY HOLE PLATFORM

“Raptor!” Walren yelped.

“I’ll—I’ll be fine. It’s just a short drive home.” Raptor panted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. His pheromones were flooding the car; Walren could only stare at the road ahead, afraid that they would crash into something.

As he drove, Raptor’s breathing grew rougher. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and tremors raced down his arms.

“I should learn to drive,” Walren said.

So you don’t have to in these situations, he didn’t add.

Raptor’s laugh was breathless. “Yeah. I’ll... I’ll teach you when I’m not... not in rut.”

Somehow, Raptor got them back to the mansion safely. It was only when they pulled up at the tall iron gate, when Raptor drove up the winding driveway and parked in front of the mansion, that Walren’s anxiety loosened its vice grip around his insides.

The double front doors burst open. Hassel ran out, scrutinizing the car. “Chef Master!”

“I’m fine. We got home safely.”

“Looks like you brought a friend.” Hassel glanced to the side.

Go Cart was wheeling around in the courtyard, but Walren’s priorities were getting his family—no, Raptor wasn’t his family —into a more comfortable place.

“Go,” Raptor panted, still buckled into the driver’s seat.

Walren frowned. “What about you?”

“Get everyone settled in. The moment I leave my restraints, I’ll be hunting you down. Pinning you beneath me.”

Walren gulped, his throat suddenly bone-dry. “Promise?”

Raptor met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “Promise.”

Already, Walren’s body was heating up in response. All day, the alpha had been busy in the Nood’s Good kitchen, no surprise rut pulling him away from his work.

Of course his rut would strike harder when it finally came.

Walren’s fingers trembled as he fumbled Zebbie out of his car seat. Hassel opened the back door for them; Walren stumbled before Hassel managed to catch and steady him.

“Where to, Chef Consort?”

“Backyard. Or front yard,” Walren said. “Go Cart!”

The cart rushed over, wheels squeaking.

“This is Go Cart,” Walren said. “Go Cart, this is Hassel. Hassel is Raptor’s butler.” Walren tucked a fluffy blanket into the cart’s cargo basket, before placing Zebbie in it. To Hassel, he said, “Go Cart loves being chased. Zebs, you’re okay playing with Go Cart for a bit, right?”

Zebbie stuffed his hand into his mouth, blinking owlishly.

“Are you going to be a kangaroo again tonight?” Walren asked Hassel awkwardly.

“I thought I might do something different.” In the blink of an eye, Hassel’s clothes crumpled to the ground, and Hassel the man was nowhere to be seen.

Then the shirt collar moved; a chipmunk poked his head out.

The chipmunk hopped out of the clothes and shifted into a miniature dragon, about twice Zebbie’s size.

Zebbie babbled and shifted too—into an emerald-scaled dragon, his tiny wings flapping. Walren hurried to free his son of his human clothes.

A roar came from the car.

Walren’s breathing stuttered. Had Raptor seen Zebbie? Was that why he roared?

Zebbie roared back, his voice high-pitched and ever so adorable.

“You’ll be okay with Hassel, right?” Walren asked Zebbie.

“He’ll be fine,” Hassel said, perching on Go Cart’s handle. He patted the cart with his wing. “In fact, I think the three of us will become great friends.”

“Good. Thank you,” Walren said.

Raptor roared again.

Walren grew hot between his legs. “I gotta go.”

Somehow, Hassel managed to leer at him, even in his dragon shape.

Walren darted through the mansion doors, hobbling awkwardly. He heard the car door slam. But no footsteps followed.

Raptor must still be giving him a head start; Walren needed every second he could get with his bad leg slowing him down.

“Walry-baaabe,” Raptor sang. “Wherever you are, I’m going to find youuuu.”

Walren’s breath rushed out of him. He hobbled to the bottom of the grand staircase, staring desolately at it. Raptor had been carrying him up the stairs every day; it took Walren far too long to climb it by himself.

As a human.

He shoved down his pants and wriggled out of his shirt, reaching into his core for the spark of freedom and speed.

The shift washed over him. One moment, he was tall. The next, he was closer to the floor, on all fours, his jeans and underwear pooled around his hooves.

It was much, much faster to run on four legs, even if one of them could not bend.

Walren scrambled up the stairs, his hearing enhanced in his gazelle shape. His hooves clattered on marble; he heard Raptor suck in a sharp breath.

When he peeked over his shoulder, he saw a shadow approaching the front doors.

Excitement thrummed in his veins. Walren skittered down the hallway, listening as Raptor followed him—because Raptor was listening to Walren, too.

Walren loped to the end of the hallway, where the double doors were closed.

Just before he shifted back, he heard Raptor running up the stairs, a low rumble filling the air between them.

Raptor was catching up.

His heart pounding, Walren switched back to his human shape. He fumbled the doors open. Then he hobbled quickly into Raptor’s bedroom and flung himself onto the bed, at the same time the alpha thundered through the doorway.

“Walren,” the alpha growled.

All of Walren’s nerves lit up. He moaned and raised his hips in offering, his hands fisted in the sheets. “All yours,” he said breathlessly.

“Fuck,” Raptor hissed.

He was on Walren the next second, the mattress indenting under his weight, his hands pressing down around Walren’s shoulders.

Raptor lowered his hot, hard body onto Walren and flattened him against the mattress, all bare skin and solid pecs, his thick length sliding between Walren’s thighs, nudging against the back of his sac. A whine escaped Walren’s throat.

“Mine,” Raptor growled. “I had to stop myself from grabbing you in the car. Had to stop myself from pulling you onto my lap, and fucking straight into your wet hole.”

Walren moaned. “You can fuck me now.”

Raptor thrust between his thighs, then changed his angle and thrust between Walren’s cheeks, against his entrance. Walren shuddered.

“You’re so wet for me,” Raptor groaned. “I saw the way your pupils dilated in the car. Your body responding to my rut, so eager to take my cock. You need to be impaled, don’t you? Every time I go into rut, you get so wet for me. So ready to suck all my cum out of my balls.”

Walren’s breath rushed out. He reached down to spread his cheeks, angling his hips up to show Raptor his hole. “Please, please.”

“Fuck!” Raptor fitted his tip against Walren’s pucker, and pushed in without stretching him.

The first grind of his cock against Walren’s prostate sent him over the edge. Walren thrashed against the sheets, his body convulsing.

“Godsss,” Walren wheezed, riding the wave of pleasure.

“Yeah. So good for me. So beautiful,” Raptor panted, pushing deeper. Then he pulled out slightly and thrust back in, grinding against Walren’s sweet spot. He held Walren down by the hips and used his cock to massage Walren’s prostate, over and over until Walren came again.

The louder Walren cried, the harder Raptor fucked.

Raptor built an unforgiving rhythm, his cock sinking deeper with each thrust. Walren could only take it, trying to breathe as Raptor fitted more and more of his thickness inside.

“S-so good,” Walren whimpered.

“Yeah?” Raptor panted. He kept thrusting as Walren came again. “Fuck. The way you clench around me. Coming so helplessly like you were made for this. Made for my cock. Made to come on my cock.”

Walren’s face burned. Every cell of his body was soaked in pleasure, and he wanted more.

Raptor reached around, taking Walren’s cock into his hand. He slowly stroked it, swirling his fingers around Walren’s tip. Walren choked on his moan and came all over Raptor’s fingers.

“That’s it,” Raptor rasped.

He kept going until Walren was an incoherent mess on the bed, his cock lying in a puddle of cum.

“There’s something I want to do,” Raptor panted in Walren’s ear.

“Knot me?” Walren pleaded.

The alpha groaned, his hips jerking forward. Walren’s breath punched out of him when Raptor hit his prostate.

“In due time,” Raptor hissed. “I want to—to test something. The platform.”

“Platform?” Walren mumbled. He moaned when Raptor gave an especially deep thrust.

“I know you’ve been looking at it.” Carefully, Raptor grasped Walren’s head, turning him toward the daybed and the platform suspended above it.

Walren made a reluctant noise. “I don’t know.”

“Why not?”

“Want you inside me.”

“I’ll be inside you when you’re on the platform, sweetheart.”

“But...” Walren struggled to put it into words. “Want you on top of me. Holding me down.”

“Mmm. I’ll fuck you as hard as you want when we’re done with the experiment. How about that? Think you can hold on for a while, sweetheart? For me?”

“Fine,” Walren whined.

Raptor huffed breathlessly, still thrusting. “I didn’t realize you wanted to be pinned down so much. Didn’t realize you needed my cock inside you all the time. I thought it was just me who wanted it.”

Walren blushed, hiding his face in the sheets.

Raptor continued to thrust for long, sweet minutes. Walren angled his hips up to receive him better. “You’re not gonna do the testing?”

“Mmm. Maybe later,” Raptor growled. “I don’t want to pull out, either.”

“I thought the point of your rut was to come as soon as possible.”

“The urge to come isn’t as strong when I’m inside you.

” Raptor took Walren’s earlobe between his lips and sucked on it.

“My body knows I have an omega to come inside. It’s just a matter of when.

As long as I keep fucking deep inside you.

Fucking you hard. Building up a nice big load to breed you with.

I want to see my cum pouring out of you when I pull out. See how stuffed you’ve been.”

Walren moaned, hiding his face.