Page 139 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
Raptor eyed him in concern. “Walry?”
“I’m fine,” Walren said tightly. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Raptor glanced at Walren’s belly. “Can you make it through all three laps, or should we postpone this ‘til after the birth?”
The contractions didn’t feel too bad, so Walren shook his head. “We’ll just walk fast. That’s possible, right?”
“Yeah.” Raptor eyed him again. “C’mon, sweetheart.”
They resumed walking, taking bigger steps. Walren’s belly twinged though. If his body could hold on for just a while longer...
The moment they completed the first lap, a light breeze picked up in the chamber, and the circles glowed a faint blue.
Walren’s belly contracted again.
“Twice as a promise,” Raptor announced. And more quietly, “We can’t stop now, pumpkin.”
“We’ll get through thisbeforethe birth,” Walren said through gritted teeth.
Raptor nodded uncertainly. He tugged Walren along, helping him keep pace and subtly guiding him so he had a better idea where to set his feet down.
But his body picked up on their urgency. Thrice more, contractions gripped Walren, before they made it to the end of the second lap.
“You can do this,” Raptor said as they crossed the invisible line into the third lap. Louder, he said, “Three times for a future well-told.”
A stronger gust picked up, ruffling their hair.
Before Walren could take another step, his body gave two consecutive contractions. Raptor watched him warily.
“C’mon, c’mon,” the alpha said, tugging Walren along. “Please don’t pop right now.”
As soon as he said those words, Walren felt something pop inside him. “Raptor,” he said with mounting unease. “I think my water broke.”
“We arenotcopying Ace and Ivo,” Raptor said indignantly.
Walren was panicking a bit too much to care about that.
His belly began to clench. In fact, it felt as though it was trying to push something out of him.
Walren clutched Raptor’s hand, tucking his other hand against his ass. For some reason, he had decided to wear a dress. But he also had a pair of panties on, and... they had to come off, didn’t they?
“Rap,” he squeaked. “I think I need to remove my... my undies.”
“This is possibly the worst time to announce that,” Raptor said, reaching over to help Walren tug his panties off. They pooled around Walren’s ankles; Raptor had to help Walren balance as he shook them off his feet, making sure to keep one foot on his circle at all times.
Walren’s belly contracted again. He clutched his ass, tugging on Raptor’s hand. “C’mon, we need to finish this! I can feel movement—Rap, Rap!”
His body gave a huge squeeze. He felt something—someone—shoot out of him, toward the floor.
Raptor caught the baby single-handedly, just in time.
The entire room breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fuck,” Raptor said raggedly. “That was—Fuck.”
But Walren’s body wasn’t done. He tugged on Raptor’s hand urgently; Raptor was hunched over, holding their daughter close because the umbilical cord was still connecting Walren to their child.
“The other’s on the way,” Walren cried.
