Page 10 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
It looks like I just gave it a blowjob! Oh fuck!
Raptor shook himself and slowly closed the door, his gaze never leaving Walren. “That was a lot of cuke you managed to put inside,” he murmured. “Were you trying to suck on it, or bite it?”
Heat surged through Walren’s face. “I was gonna eat it and you interrupted me!”
Raptor made a low humming sound. He leaned back against the door and folded his arms across his chest—this made his biceps bulge tantalizingly. A slow, silken warmth slid between Walren’s legs.
“Go ahead, then,” Raptor said. “Eat that cuke.”
Walren’s blush went all the way to his hairline. “You don’t have to watch.”
“Oh, I do. This is my restaurant, and that is my cucumber. Wrap your lips around it.”
Why does it sound so wrong?Walren thought desperately.And why does it sound so hot?
Because I’m going into heat in a few days?
Raptor’s dark, hungry gaze didn’t help a single bit.
“That wasn’t a suggestion, Walren.” Raptor pushed away from the door and stalked closer, like a predator closing in on his prey. “Open your mouth.”
Walren’s mouth fell open as though Raptor controlled his body.
“Good,” the alpha purred. “Put my cuke inside.”
Walren’s throat went dry. He was about to obey when Zebbie kicked in his chest carrier, sticking his arm out of Walren’s hoodie.
It shattered the moment. Raptor blinked, the haze disappearing from his eyes.
Damn it!Walren wanted to whine. He wanted to see what Raptor would do if he obeyed. He wanted to know if Raptor would touch him. Disappointment sat heavy in his stomach.
“Um,” Walren said helplessly.
Raptor laughed quietly. “Look, I have a playpen in my office. You can borrow that.”
“Why?” Walren blurted. “We should be going home.”
Then he could’ve kicked himself.
“I can drive you home. But first, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Raptor gave Walren’s hoodie-lump a thoughtful look. “We’ll make this quick. I know you wanted to eat a big, juicy cucumber.”
Walren’s blush came roaring back. He hid his face in his hands and accidentally smacked his own cheek with the cucumber. “Y-you heard that?!”
Raptor’s smile was all sharp teeth. “I have good hearing.”
Raptor had beenoutsidethe building when Walren had mumbled that to himself.Oh, gods. I’m so embarrassed.
“Here.” Raptor crooked a finger at Walren and stepped into a small, cluttered back room. “This is my office.”
He reached into a filing cabinet and pulled out a colorful thing made of mesh. At first, Walren thought it was an oversized laundry net.
Then Raptor shook it out. It unfurled like an umbrella, taking the shape of a square playpen—larger than the bits of floor available in the office.
“How—?” Walren blurted.
Raptor set one edge of the playpen against his desk. Then he pushed, andeverythingin the officemovedto make space.
And suddenlytherewas the playpen, sitting pretty and uncrushed amongst all thestuffsurrounding it.
