Page 6 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

“That’s it, sweet pea,” Raptor growled. “You squeeze around my cuke so perfectly. It’s like you were made to be fucked.”

“S-so good,” Walren moaned.

“Oh, yes. Imagine how you would feel if you were to take my cock.”

Walren imagined it stretching him wider, stretching him deep inside.

He came hard, pleasure exploding down his nerves.

Raptor rumbled deeply, the sound vibrating through Walren’s chest. “So perfect.”

He fucked Walren through that orgasm; it seemed to go on forever.

Then Raptor changed the angle of his thrusts. And suddenly the cucumber was hammering against Walren’s prostate on every stroke, a special sort of torment that had Walren clawing at the counter, panting and drooling as his body shot precum everywhere.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he cried, all the words gone from his mind. He couldn’t think.

“Fuck. So eager for me,” Raptor groaned. “You’ll spread your legs and take my cock every single time, won’t you? You’re already taking my cuke so well; you’ll love my cock even more. You’ll beg for my cum, beg me to fill you up. I want to see it drip out of your pretty hole.”

Walren shook like a leaf, only staying upright because of his leg that couldn’t bend.

Raptor kept him bent over, cramming the cucumber inside until Walren came again, and again.

Walren didn’t know when he slumped bonelessly against the counter. Only that he did, and the thrusts inside him slowed down.

Then the thick length slid out, and Walren whimpered at the loss.

How the hell did a cucumber make me come so many times? he thought fuzzily. I can’t even do that to myself with a normal dildo.

Abruptly, Raptor turned away. “You should go.”

“What?”

There was a tightness in Raptor’s voice, in the span of his shoulders, that told Walren something was wrong.

“Wait,” Walren said, trying to think with his bliss-soaked brain cells.

Rut. Raptor had been in rut.

When Walren looked over, he found the alpha with one hand at the base of his cock, wrapped so tightly around his knot that his knuckles were white.

“Did that... not help?” Walren asked, his heart sinking.

Raptor shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not! I offered to help and it didn’t work.”

“And you still haven’t read that contract,” Raptor growled. “Besides, it’s not as though my knot can fit inside you now.”

“But—” Walren wracked his brain. “What if I hold it?”

Raptor shuddered. “Maybe,” he said breathlessly. “I—I’ve done that once or twice. Had an omega squeeze my knot so it feels like we’re locked together. That sometimes works.”

“I can do that.”

Walren limped over to Raptor on uneven, shaky legs, staring at the hard length gripped tight in his fist. It was veiny and flushed a deep red, so full that it looked like it hurt.

“Let me,” Walren murmured.

Raptor worked his jaw. Ever so slowly, he pried his fingers off his knot, and pulled his hand away.

Walren stared at the thick, intimidating length between them. Oh gods. Why did I volunteer to do this?

Then he saw the way Raptor’s hands trembled; he heard the grinding of Raptor’s teeth.

He needs me, Walren realized.

He touched his fingertips to the smooth knot, warmth soaking immediately into his skin. Then he pressed his hands around its heavy girth, and squeezed.

Raptor jerked against him and roared, “Fuck!”

Walren’s back hit the wall. Raptor pinned him there, his eyes glowing red, his chest heaving. This close, the alpha towered over him, hot like a furnace, his sheer presence commanding Walren to submit.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Raptor rolled his hips deliberately, pressing his knot against Walren’s palms, his cock sliding wetly against Walren’s chest.

This was the most intimate Walren had ever been with an alpha. And they weren’t even knotted together.

“So good,” Raptor growled, rolling his hips again. He thrust slowly into Walren’s hands, the scent of his cock and cum flooding Walren’s lungs.

Walren barely managed to breathe. He couldn’t look away from those glowing red eyes; he couldn’t drag his attention away from the red cock smearing precum all over his shirt.

I don’t think this will fit inside me.

“You smell like omega,” Raptor rumbled after several thrusts, his pace slow but forceful. “You smell like mine.”

Walren froze. His first instinct was to panic. Is Raptor going to kidnap me for real?

Then his brain started working. Wouldn’t it be nice if he had an alpha who cared about him?

An alpha who didn’t mind his bad leg, who didn’t mind that he had nightmares and a baby?

Just that Raptor was rich and powerful—there was no way he would want someone broken like Walren.

“Smell so good,” Raptor growled, ducking his head and huffing deeply.

That broke Walren out of his thoughts.

Raptor looked as though he was in bliss. His broad chest swelled with every inhale, and his lips curved in a handsome smile. When his eyes cracked open, Walren realized that Raptor’s pupils were still dilated.

“Mine,” Raptor murmured, precum shooting out of his tip. It landed on Walren’s throat like a brand.

Walren froze, his gaze still locked with Raptor’s. He couldn’t reach up to wipe the wetness off; he had to keep his hands wrapped tightly around Raptor’s knot.

To Walren’s surprise, Raptor curled his hand around his throat—and rubbed his precum into his skin.

“Now you smell like mine, too,” the alpha groaned. “One step closer to being bred.”

Bred? Walren thought.

“I want my cum inside you, filling up your pretty hole. Want you to beg me for it. I want you to hold your cheeks open and show me how sloppy you get after I’ve deposited a load inside. Then I’ll give you another load. And another. Fuck you ‘til you’re completely loose.”

Warmth swooped between Walren’s legs; he grew wet.

“You like that, pumpkin?” Raptor purred. “Your eyes just grew so dark. Like you got hot thinking about being fucked loose.”

Walren moaned. “Fuck.”

Raptor grinned. “Oh?”

“I-I want,” Walren whispered.

“Want what?”

“Want to be stuffed.” Heat swept through Walren’s face. He had never admitted that to anyone before. “Y-you said you... I want that. Want to be held down and pumped full of alpha cum.”

Raptor gave a groan so loud and low, it vibrated through Walren’s ribs.

Then he lifted Walren off his feet and pinned him against the wall, thrusting his knot roughly into Walren’s hands.

“Show me how tight you’ll get around my knot, pumpkin,” Raptor panted, his gaze blazing. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

Walren moaned and squeezed Raptor’s knot. Raptor’s eyes flashed. Then he began to thrust, hard, heavy strokes that Walren pretended were inside his hole, grinding against his prostate.

Raptor ducked his head, nuzzling the crook of Walren’s neck. He licked a wet stripe up Walren’s skin. Then he closed his lips over Walren’s pulse point and sucked; Walren cried out and thrashed, his hole suddenly too empty.

“Please,” Walren begged. He wanted so badly to turn around and present himself.

This is so dangerous. I’m not in heat yet, but I’m going to need this when it hits.

Raptor fucked Walren’s hands, the scent of his precum thick in the air. “Mine,” he growled. The longer he thrust into Walren’s grip, the hotter Walren burned between his thighs, until it was almost unbearable.

Then Raptor slipped his hand behind Walren, squeezing his cheeks and sliding his fingers between them.

His fingertips brushed Walren’s hole, two of them pressing in.

Walren came hard, thrashing, his vision going white.

“Fuck,” Raptor hissed. With a snarl, he came, cramming his knot into Walren’s hands. Jets of hot cum soaked Walren’s shirt, drenching his chest, neck, and face.

They panted together for a long while, neither of them saying a word. Walren floated in an amazing haze of bliss.

His fingers were starting to cramp around Raptor’s knot, though.

“Ow,” he said.

Raptor cracked his eyes open and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Cramps.” Walren looked down at his hands. He’d never had to squeeze anything this hard for this long. “I think my fingers are stuck.”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Raptor sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, setting Walren carefully on his feet.

Walren wobbled on his uneven legs. Raptor steadied him with large, gentle hands and leaned him against the wall. Then he covered Walren’s hands with his own, squeezing them firmly around his knot.

Somehow, it helped. Raptor’s fingers were warm against his own, all gentle squeezes and slow rubbing, the skin contact so good that Walren’s stiff fingers began to relax. A moan slipped from his throat.

Raptor huffed quietly.

Walren shut up immediately, his ears burning. “Sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“Nah. I liked that you moaned.”

When Walren looked up, he realized that the alpha was watching him, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

Raptor was... really handsome. Walren blushed and ducked his head, suddenly self-conscious.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed,” Raptor rumbled. “This was really good. Probably one of the best ruts I’ve had since this crap began.”

Walren jerked his head up. “Really?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Surely there’s a bunch of omegas who are eager to help. This didn’t just start recently, right?”

“A few years ago.” Something dark flashed through Raptor’s eyes.

Walren got the feeling that he shouldn’t ask about it. “I don’t understand why you don’t already have a rut partner. Lots of omegas would volunteer.”

Raptor opened his mouth, then seemed to think better of his reply. “Never mind about that. What matters is that you’re here now. You’ll have to read the contract before I’m willing to do anything else with you.”

At the mention of the contract, Walren pouted. It was a lot of words.

Raptor made an odd, soft sound; Walren glanced up.

Only to find the alpha shifting his weight... nervously?

It didn’t add up. Raptor was one of the most powerful alphas that Walren knew. He was rich. He had a job.

Why would he worry that Walren might not sign his contract?

And why did it make Walren want to hug him?