Page 136 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“Walry?” Raptor asked, looking over.
Walren’s heart was pounding. “I—” He choked a little. “I found the present I made for you.”
Raptor gasped and fell to his knees, Zebbie cradled safely in his arms. “For me?”
He let Zebbie crawl away on the grass, eagerly accepting his gift. Then he opened it.
Walren had to peek, because he had completely forgotten what he’d written.
If wishes were butts, I would let you blow mine every birthday when I blow out the candles. I think you would give my butthole a raspberry but that is totally okay, you’re more than welcome to put a ring on my ‘ring’.
Raptor shrieked.
Walren buried his face in his hands and groaned. “‘A ring on my ring’? ‘If wishes were butts’? That... That is so terrible!”
“But sweetheart!” Raptor clutched the scrap of paper to his chest, his eyes wide. “Did you... Did you just propose to me?”
Walren gaped. “H-how is that proposing? I just said you could, um, propose tome.”
“You said you would wear my ring! You’re already agreeing to be bonded to me!”
Walren blushed deeply. “W-well, when you put it that way...”
Raptor tipped his head back, blowing a plume of orange flames into the air. Then he turned to face Walren, holding his hands. “I have been thinking for a while that we don’t need that mating contract between us anymore, because I want you to be in my life for real. I want you to mate with me because youwantit, and not because you’re contractually obligated to.”
Walren nodded. “I want to mate with you. Anytime you need me to.”
Raptor beamed. “Really?”
“Yes. I—” Here, Walren drew a deep breath and gathered up his courage. “I love you, Rap. I have for a while now.”
Raptor made a low, pleased sound in his throat. “I love you too. With all my heart, with both my shifts, and with every inch of my cock.”
Walren’s heart swelled. Then he giggled, burying his face in Raptor’s neck. “Of course you had to mention your cock.”
“You especially love that part of me.”
Walren’s neck burned. “It just feels really good when you touch me with it.”
Raptor grinned with all his teeth. “So, Walry-babe. Will you be my mate?”
“Yes,” Walren said.
Raptor rumbled loudly, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to Walren’s lips. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Walren whispered, a part of his soul settling into place.
“Now, all we have to do is bind our fates.” Raptor rubbed Walren’s swollen belly with his large hands, frowning. “As long as you don’t go into labor while we’re walking the Circle.”
“We can always plan around it,” Walren said. “There are so many days to pick from that it won’t coincide.”
Raptor’s eyes grew wide. “Don’t go making assumptions, sweetheart! The universe doesn’t like that.”
Walren didn’t believe it, though. “That’s superstition. It’s not going to happen in—”
“No!” Raptor yelped, waving his hands nervously. “Walry, no!”
“—the middle of our bonding. What?”
