Page 124 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
With shaking hands, Walren sent his plea for help to the group chat. Then he set down his phone and opened the office door.
A fight had broken out beyond the back door. Without seeing it with his own eyes, all Walren could hear were punches and grunts. Which of those were landing on Raptor? Had Larei joined in just to hurt Walren’s alpha?
His stomach twisted.
The thing was, WalrenwantedRaptor to be his alpha. Raptor was sweet and silly, but he was always,alwaysso bright and cheerful. He cared so much for his friends and family, for Walren and Zebbie, and he wanted to meet their baby, too.
Not only that. Raptor had never once looked at Walren differently because of his bad leg. Raptor accepted him; he helped Walren whenever Walren had trouble walking. Most nights, he massaged Walren’s leg, too.
Without expecting anything in return.
If Raptor went down in this fight, if his friends weren’t in time to take some heat off his shoulders... Walren would stand the very real danger of losing the only alpha in his life whomattered.
I love him,Walren realized. His throat grew tight.
There was one thing he could do.
One thing he had beenhiredto do, even if it sounded crazy.
“Raptor!” Walren said. “Come back in here.”
“Why would I?” Raptor muttered, sounding sluggish.
“Just for thirty seconds! Please!” Walren’s voice went high and desperate when he heard several more dull thuds.
Raptor wrenched open the back door, throwing himself through the doorway.
He slammed the door shut just in time to hold back several more blows.
“Why did you call me back?” Raptor’s lip was split, and bruises were forming on his face. He was also panting, his pupils dilated, an obvious bulge in his pants that thankfully no one had noticed.
Walren grabbed Raptor’s belt and undid it the fastest he ever had.
Raptor’s eyes grew wide. “Sweetheart—”
“Give me thirty seconds,” Walren said. “I think you can come in that time.”
“But—”
Walren pulled out Raptor’s wet cock. Then he shoved down his own pants, just enough to bare his ass, turning around to present his hole.
“Fucking banana monkeys in three trench coats,” Raptor hissed.
He shifted a fingernail into a claw and jabbed it into the meat of his thumb. Blood began dripping; he smeared it across a paper spell next to the back door.
The spell glowed briefly, before fading.
“Barrier spell,” Raptor muttered. “So they can’t crash through the door.”
He grabbed Walren around the chest and lifted him off his feet, pinning him against the wall. Then he swiped his blunt tip between Walren’s cheeks, found his hole, and pushed in.
The last time they had mated was this morning. Walren had tightened up since then, so this rough stretch sent pleasure scorching through his veins. He gasped, his body coming alive. Raptor plowed into him, hard thrusts that served only one purpose: to bring himself over the edge.
It still felt good, even if Walren felt the immense pressure of the situation.
Fists and feet battered against the back door. The pounding inside him grew more vicious as Raptor snarled, his hand bruisingly tight on Walren’s hip. But Raptor wasn’t coming quickly enough. Would the bad guys target the front of the restaurant next?
We need to hurry!
