Page 7 of Alpha Dragon’s Mating Contract (Babies For Broken Dads #3)

THE MATING CONTRACT

“Guess I’ll look at the contract,” Walren mumbled, turning away.

Only for his hands to tug around something warm.

They looked down at the same time.

How had Walren forgotten that he was still holding onto Raptor’s knot? Raptor’s hands were snug around his own, holding him in place.

“Why do I keep embarrassing myself?” Walren whined. He wanted to crawl into a hole and never show his face again.

“Ah,” Raptor said sheepishly. Had he forgotten, too? “Do your cute lil fingers feel better?”

He rubbed Walren’s hands slowly but firmly, enough to send a shiver down Walren’s spine. Then he slid his thumbs under Walren’s fingers, slowly lifting them away from his knot.

Walren’s hands felt chilly, suddenly. He made an unhappy sound; Raptor peered at him in concern.

“Cold,” Walren grumbled.

Raptor smirked. “If you wanted to hold my knot all night, all you had to do was ask.”

“Th-that wasn’t what I meant!”

“Think about it,” Raptor murmured. He placed Walren’s hands on his waist and straightened both their clothes. Then he turned Walren back to the table, where the contract lay forgotten. “Have a seat. I’ll make you some tea.”

Walren braced his hands on the table to help support his weight as he sat. He had to slide out his unbendable leg, making sure it wouldn’t encroach on Raptor’s space under the table.

Then, because his hands were so close to his face, he caught a heavy whiff of musk.

From Raptor’s cock.

Walren’s face burned. Am I supposed to sign the contract with my hands smelling like his cock?

Would it be rude of him to wash them now?

Across the kitchen, Raptor scrubbed his hands and forearms with soap. Then he got a kettle going, setting out a pair of delicate teacups.

If he can wash his hands, then so can I, right?

With some effort, Walren heaved himself back to his feet. Except he remembered his unsteady gait, the way his shorter leg made him sway to one side when he walked.

Often, Walren got looks from strangers in public. He hid amongst his friends whenever he could, so fewer people would stare at him. Right now, there was no one for him to hide behind. Raptor could look over at any moment, see Walren’s ugly movements, and lose interest completely.

Walren gulped. Maybe I should give up on washing my hands.

He sat back down, fidgeting when Raptor looked over.

The alpha frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.”

“Is it the contract?” Raptor dried his hands on a dishcloth and came over, turning the pages toward himself. “I don’t recall anything being offensive in here, but tell me if I missed something.”

Why did he have to be so nice when he was so far out of Walren’s league?

“Are you sure you want to offer this to me?” Walren blurted. Then he could’ve smacked himself.

“Yes. You’ve passed your, ah, field test.” Raptor coughed, his cheeks turning a faint pink. “I would very much like to make this a working relationship so I can, ah, deposit my loads inside you.”

Walren’s body throbbed with pre-heat. His cheeks betrayed him in a terribly hot blush. “But I—I can’t walk straight.”

The alpha blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything! You’re gonna look at me weird.”

Raptor looked down at Walren’s legs, then back up at his face.

Slowly, he said, “You’re aware that you won’t be doing any walking in bed, right?

” He counted off on his fingers. “Not when you’re held up against the wall, either.

Or bent over the counter. Or on all fours. Or sitting on my new contraption—”

Raptor hurriedly cleared his throat and looked away. “Let’s forget that I mentioned the contraption.”

Except that piqued Walren’s interest. “You mean, like a sex machine?”

Raptor shifted uneasily. “You’ll get answers if you sign the contract.”

“Damn it,” Walren whined. He slid the contract closer to himself, wrinkling his nose when he caught another heavy whiff of musk.

“If there’s anything in there that you don’t like...” Raptor trailed off.

“No, no! It’s just... I need to wash my hands. Or every page will smell like your, um.”

Raptor’s nostrils flared. Then he flashed a sharp smile. “Oh. I don’t mind.”

“But this is a restaurant kitchen!”

“I’ll make sure all the surfaces are disinfected.” Raptor waved dismissively. “I enjoy having you smell like my cock.”

Walren’s face burned so hot, he needed an entire fire department to put out the flames.

“In any case, I don’t think badly about the way you walk,” Raptor said. “I’ve seen it before. It doesn’t bother me.”

Walren blinked hard in case this was a hallucination. But Raptor was still in front of him a minute later, his expression unchanged.

“This feels weird,” Walren mumbled into his hands, his neck prickling with embarrassment. He’d never had an alpha openly accept his looks. The ones he had been with either tried to ignore his leg, or they grimaced at it.

Then there was Larei, who had kicked Walren several times just to make himself feel better.

Large fingers brushed Walren’s hair, pulling him out of those thoughts.

Surprised, Walren looked up, only to find Raptor watching him warmly. “Read the contract, please.”

“Okay,” Walren sighed.

Now that he was looking closely, he realized that the contract had been edited in black ink. Some words, and even entire lines, had been struck out, smudged corrections scribbled above them.

“Did you make changes to this after you got it from the office?” Walren asked.

Raptor nodded. “I know you, so I adjusted some clauses to fit.”

Walren searched out the adjustments. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find.

But it certainly wasn’t better terms. The pay had been high in the original contract, but it was higher now. He would get more days off. Raptor had added a promise to provide everything Zebbie needed. He was even offering to let Walren and Zebbie stay in his mansion.

You will be on-call around the clock, said the neatly printed lines. I expect you to be ready at any time to satisfy my rut. Once I say the word, you will bend over and accept my breeding no matter how long it takes.

Heat shot down Walren’s spine.

“Well?” Raptor asked.

“So... I just have to be available whenever you need me?” Walren asked breathlessly.

Raptor’s mouth twitched. “Yes. Like the contract says, you will be compensated handsomely. I will provide you and Zebbie with food, shelter, and protection.”

Surely there was a catch somewhere. Being paid this much to take Raptor’s—admittedly big—cock seemed too good to be true.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Walren said, trying to skim through the contract to find the catch.

“There is one thing,” Raptor said slowly. “I don’t know if you’ve seen that section yet.”

His expression grew intense, and Walren felt a prickle of wariness.

“What is it?”

“You will give me your next born child.”