Page 106 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
Abruptly, Walren remembered the pickup line he had written for Raptor. It was tucked away in his clothes, lost on the floor somewhere. Right now, he didn’t feel brave enough to present it to the alpha.
What if it wasn’t good enough?
In an attempt to hide his worries, Walren blurted, “Sunny side up.”
Pure delight filled Raptor’s face. He cackled and tackled Walren onto the bed. “Oh, you are precious. I am definitely keeping you.”
“You say that, but you don’t know how grumpy I get during a pregnancy.”
“I’mall inon this challenge, Walry-babe.”
It had been four weeks,and the sock puppets were getting on Walren’s last nerve.
“Make it stop!” he wailed, burying his face in Raptor’s chest. “Make them stop looking!”
“Who? Make what stop?” Raptor looked around, somehow missing the countless sock puppets everywhere.
“The sock puppets!” Walren cried. “Why do you like them so much?”
“Oh.” Suddenly, Raptor had the guiltiest look on his face. “Ah. Them.”
“Rap,” Walren grumbled, scowling.
“Oh, you’re adorable when you get mad,” Raptor purred.
“That’s not helping!” Walren scowled harder. “Why do you have so many sock puppets?”
Raptor licked his lips. Then he lookednervous,which was impossible. “What would you do if I told you that they’re, ah, actually hiding something?”
Walren’s jaw dropped. “This... This whole time they’ve been staring... You don’t collect sock puppets because you love them?”
Raptor snorted. “Nah. Hass and his Butler Brothers gathered up all the socks and sock puppets they could find in a couple of days. It’s not because I love them or anything.”
“What can they possibly hide, that’s worse than sock puppets?” Walren whined. “There have to be two thousand googly eyes around the mansion!”
Raptor made a face and looked around. After a moment’s consideration, he yielded. “Alright. I guess you could pull off a sock puppet and see what’s underneath.”
Walren waited a beat in case Raptor took his words back. But the alpha didn’t.
He stalked over to the nearest puppets—a neat row on the foyer’s sideboard, all of them loosely wrapped in tighty-whities, with googly eyes stuck to their tips.
Walren pinched a pair of briefs, held his breath, and pulled them off.
Underneath was a green sculpture of an erect cock, smooth and shiny.
“Is that jade?” Walren asked.
“Yes. I picked the jade stone and had a master sculptor in China carve it out for me.”
Walren stared. Then he lifted the briefs off the next dildo—this time the cock had been carved out of a huge blue stone.
“Lapis lazuli,” Raptor offered. “Not the highest grade, but sufficiently rare.”
“This gives a whole new meaning to ‘blue balls’,” Walren mumbled.
Raptor laughed. Then he sobered. “You see why I had to dress them up.”
Slowly, Walren unmasked the rest of the dildos on the sideboard. They were all carved from colorful stones—yellow topaz, pink quartz, orange sunstone, and purple amethyst.
