Page 107 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
For a long moment, Walren stared. Then he glanced at the sheer number of sock puppets sitting around the mansion. “So under all those puppets...”
“Are dildos, yes.”
That made sense, because these were lewd enough to match Raptor’s personality.
“That’s a lot of effort trying to hide dicks from me.”
Raptor’s smile was lopsided. “Not from you. I’ve been trying to hide them from Zebbie.”
“Oh.” Things suddenly made so much more sense. “Well... I don’t think Zebbie even knows what a penis is.”
Raptor shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. I wasn’t going to get rid of my hoard if you weren’t sticking around.”
Walren blinked again. “This is your hoard? You don’t store them under lock and key?”
“Nope.”
“Wait. So what’s with the steel doors with the sensor pad?”
“Ah.” Raptor smiled slightly, mischief flickering across his face. “That contains something else entirely.”
“What?”
“I’m not telling you!”
Walren let himself stomp his foot. Raptor cackled.
The alpha danced forward and took the pair of briefs out of Walren’s hands, pulling them over his own head like a beanie.
Walren shook his head exasperatedly. “What if I tried to peek behind the door?”
Raptor grinned with all his teeth. “If you can get in there. I wouldn’t recommend it. You might find yourself... impaled.”
“By whatever’s in there?”
“By me.”
Walren choked on his spit. “Are you threatening me with a good time?”
“With ahugetime.” Raptor wriggled his eyebrows. “You might want to start stretching your cute hole.”
“You can’t... possibly fit.” Walren hadn’t seen Raptor’s dragon cock yet, but he had heard his friends talking about dragon cocks in general. Itwouldn’t fit.
“Like I said, start prepping, sweetheart.”
Walren’s heart skipped at the nickname. He hid his reaction to it and changed the subject. “Are you going to leave the sock puppets on the dildos forever?”
There had to be hundreds of dildos in the mansion, if not a thousand. Two thousand? Walren couldn’t ask Raptor to put them all away; this washis home.
Raptor shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“Oh.” Walren was about to say more when he caught a scent coming from the kitchen. “Is that... zucchini?”
His stomach squeezed uncomfortably.
Raptor frowned and leaned closer. “What’s wrong?”
“Chef Master! I have perfected the juicy zucchini recipe.” Hassel waltzed out of the kitchen with a dish in his mittened hands, Go Cart in tow. “It’s a big, salty delight—”
