Page 5 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

RAPTOR’S RUT

Walren stared, not understanding Raptor’s words. “You—what?”

As far as he knew, alpha dragons didn’t go into rut. The alphas of some other species did, but... definitely not dragons.

So why was Raptor—?

“I have a medical condition,” Raptor said breathlessly. “Random ruts with no warning at all. It’s fucking difficult to get out of them myself.”

An extremely vivid image painted itself in Walren’s mind: Raptor naked and sweaty, his shoulders bunched with need, his biceps flexing as he worked his swollen cock, desperate for an omega to shoot his cum into.

Raptor twitched, as though he was trying not to touch himself in front of Walren.

Walren’s throat went dry. “Um.”

“Yeah.” Raptor shoved his face against the table. “You should leave. I—Fuck, I said I would drive you home. I’ll get Hassel—”

“What if I helped you?” Walren blurted.

Raptor hissed. “Fuck. Don’t say shit like that.”

“But I meant it.”

“You don’t—You don’t know what you’re offering, handing out an invitation like that. I might hurt you.”

Walren looked down at the mating contract. “This is what the contract is for, isn’t it? You need someone to help you during your ruts.”

“And you haven’t read it,” Raptor said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll read it now.” Walren flipped to the first page.

It was very, very difficult to focus on the small black words, with Raptor panting raggedly in front of him, his shoulders tensing and relaxing.

The words swam. A sentence stood out:

I will hold you down and thrust roughly into your body.

Walren froze, a shudder rippling down his spine. Gods, it had been a while since he’d taken a cock. And definitely not one as big as Raptor’s.

Instead of starting from the first paragraph, Walren let his gaze skip around the contract details.

I may suck on your neck.

—lovebites on your throat, chest, and inner thighs—

You will need stretching to fit my entire cock.

You will be knotted in every position imaginable, on every surface imaginable.

—against the wall, bent over, impaled in midair—

—used like a fucktoy—

I will enjoy hitting your prostate and feeling you clench around me.

You will be required to take my cum.

With each detail he read, Walren throbbed harder between his legs. “D-do I really have to read this whole thing? C-can’t I just—agree?”

“I won’t knot you unless you’ve read every last word, understood the entire contract, and signed off on it,” Raptor growled, deep and rumbling.

“You need to understand that I’ll be pounding you open, violently, and your hole will be wrecked from how often and how roughly I use it.

You won’t be tight for the duration of the contract, Walren, because you won’t go a day without being stuffed with my cock. Sometimes twice, maybe three times.”

Walren’s hole felt used, just from hearing that.

He reached between his legs and adjusted himself through his suddenly tight pants. “I-I’m wet.”

Raptor made a low, hungry noise. His shoulder began to move, back and forth. “Love that you’re interested. But again, I’m not putting my cock in you until you’re aware of everything you’re signing off on.”

Walren whined. Raptor swore quietly. Yet the alpha continued to move his arm—in a rhythm that Walren knew intimately; he had done it with his own body countless times.

But what did Raptor look like under the table, touching himself through his pants? Massaging his cock so it grew bigger and bigger?

Walren’s voice broke. “What if I just, um, helped... Without you being inside me?”

Raptor’s gaze cut over to him. “How?”

“I can, um—” Walren cast his gaze around for ideas and saw the cucumber. He picked it up. Then he drew his tongue up its length, showing Raptor how useful he could be.

“ Fuck. ” Raptor’s eyes flashed red. His breathing grew louder. “That’s—Fuck. Your fucking tongue.”

“I could lick you,” Walren said quietly. He flattened his tongue against the cucumber and bathed it from base to tip.

The alpha leaned forward, his gaze intense.

So Walren pressed kisses up the cucumber, slow and wet, and gave its tip a tiny lick.

Raptor’s breath rushed out. His arms moved, quick and jerky. There came the soft rustle of fabric and the rasp of a zipper.

He’s taking out his cock, Walren realized with a jolt of heat.

The back-and-forth motion of Raptor’s arm grew more pronounced. It became long, languid strokes, as though Raptor was dragging his fist along his entire length. Getting himself wet with his precum.

Raptor’s eyes grew hooded; his lips parted. He was watching Walren.

Walren shuddered, barely remembering to lick his cucumber. His cock is out. It’s right under the table. It’s RIGHT THERE.

If Walren were to walk around the table, he would see the most private, sensitive part of Raptor’s body.

Raptor didn’t even try to hide what he was doing. He licked his lips and continued to work his fist up and down.

The longer he stroked himself, the more strongly a new scent bloomed through the air—musky and salty.

Oh gods, it’s the smell of his cock. Walren’s face burned.

He breathed through his mouth ever so slightly, and he could almost taste it.

I shouldn’t know what his cock tastes like, just from that, Walren thought desperately.

“Something the matter?” Raptor asked, his voice gravelly.

“I—” Walren had to clear his throat. “I can smell your—Um. Your.”

“This?” Raptor lifted his hand above the table.

His fingers were drenched in clear fluid; the scent of his precum hit Walren straight in the chest.

That slippery fluid would feel so good between his cheeks, inside his hole. Slicking the way for Raptor’s alpha cock.

Walren shuddered, his hole aching.

Raptor brought his hand back down. And the slick, rhythmic sound of his stroking filled Walren’s ears.

“Is it—Is it all over the floor?” Walren’s voice cracked.

Raptor’s eyes darkened. “My cock gets really wet when I go into rut. Wet enough to slick up an omega real good, so I can start fucking him immediately.”

Walren’s insides grew hot. “I—I need.”

“Yeah?” Raptor licked his lips. “So touch yourself. Put that cucumber into your hole and fill yourself up real good.”

Walren’s face scorched. “That’s so...”

“You won’t regret it.”

When Walren continued to hesitate, Raptor eyed the cucumber.

“Suck my cuke, pumpkin. Wrap your mouth around it, show me how good you’ll look on my cock.”

Walren moaned. He began licking the cucumber’s tip, eager strokes to tempt Raptor into leaping across the table and pinning him down.

“Fuck,” Raptor groaned.

Walren took the cucumber into his mouth, his lips stretching around the cool, blunt tip. Its smooth thickness pressed down on his tongue; he imagined it was Raptor’s cock pushing in, trying to fill him up.

When he looked up, he found Raptor panting, his hungry gaze locked on Walren. His arm was moving faster now.

Did Raptor want to slide his cock into Walren’s mouth? Stretch him open, shoot precum inside him?

Walren moaned again, taking the cucumber deeper. He bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks; Raptor hissed loudly.

“Fuck, your mouth,” Raptor groaned. “I want to pin you down and let you suck my cock. Give you a taste before I fill up your sweet ass. You’ll be so good for me, won’t you? You’ll wrap your mouth around my cock, beg me for my cum.”

Walren squirmed. His pants were soaked through, his hole completely ready for an alpha’s knot. He pulled the cucumber out of his mouth, leaving it spit-slick and so incriminating. “It’s not big like you.”

Raptor’s breath hitched. “Show me.”

“Sh-show you what?”

“Turn around and put that in your ass.”

A shudder rippled through Walren’s body. He burned with embarrassment. “But you’re not even gonna fuck me!”

“Consider it an interview question. For the contract,” Raptor panted. “I want to see how well your hole performs. How well it sucks down a cock. How ready it is to be filled with my cum.”

Walren came in his pants, his balls writhing, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Raptor increased the speed of his stroking. In a low growl, “Get on your feet, Walren. Pants down now. ”

Walren was on his feet before he could think, fumbling his pants open, shoving it past his ass. Then he bent over and grasped his cheeks, pulling them apart to show Raptor his drenched hole.

“Fuck!” With a snarl, Raptor came. Walren could only watch as the alpha’s face scrunched with pleasure, his chest heaving.

When he peeked under the table, he saw white streaks shooting all over the floor, a thick, flushed cock trapped in Raptor’s fist.

It was big. Gods, it was big.

It would feel so good inside him.

Raptor stood. When Walren turned to him, Raptor grasped his shoulder and bent him over a steel counter.

Oh gods, Walren thought, growing hot again. Is he going to fuck me with his cock?

Raptor reached for the table, though. And he closed his hand around... the cucumber.

Walren stared. He was still staring when the cucumber disappeared from sight, and a smooth blunt tip nudged between his cheeks, sliding down to press against his hole.

Walren’s breath rushed out. “Oh, gods!”

He’s touching my hole!

“Stop me now if you don’t want this, pumpkin,” Raptor growled.

“Fuck me,” Walren whimpered.

Raptor swore. And the pressure increased against Walren’s hole, stretching him open, that smooth blunt shape sinking into his ass.

He’s putting a cucumber inside me!

It went deep, grinding against Walren’s prostate so he wheezed. “Fuck. Oh, fuck!”

“Look at your hole,” Raptor purred, pulling the cucumber out halfway. Then he began to pound it in like a real cock, inch after inch fucking Walren roughly.

It was thick and solid. It felt good, and it kept going in.

Walren clutched the counter, his own cock throbbing between his legs. “H-how—?”

It went deeper. Walren couldn’t stop moaning, his legs spreading, his ass rising in submission.

So Raptor could fuck him better with the cucumber. What the fuck.