Page 15 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
I may suck on your neck.
—lovebites on your throat, chest, and inner thighs—
You will need stretching to fit my entire cock.
You will be knotted in every position imaginable, on every surface imaginable.
—against the wall, bent over, impaled in midair—
—used like a fucktoy—
I will enjoy hitting your prostate and feeling you clench around me.
You will be required to take my cum.
With each detail he read, Walren throbbed harder between his legs. “D-do I really have to read this whole thing? C-can’t I just—agree?”
“I won’t knot you unless you’ve read every last word, understood the entire contract, and signed off on it,” Raptor growled, deep and rumbling. “You need to understand that I’ll be pounding you open, violently, and your hole will bewreckedfrom how often and how roughly I use it. You won’t be tight for the duration of the contract, Walren, because you won’t go a day without being stuffed with my cock. Sometimes twice, maybe three times.”
Walren’s hole felt used, just from hearing that.
He reached between his legs and adjusted himself through his suddenly tight pants. “I-I’m wet.”
Raptor made a low, hungry noise. His shoulder began to move, back and forth. “Love that you’re interested. But again, I’m not putting my cock in you until you’re aware ofeverythingyou’re signing off on.”
Walren whined. Raptor swore quietly. Yet the alpha continued to move his arm—in a rhythm that Walren knew intimately; he had done it with his own body countless times.
But what did Raptor look like under the table, touching himself through his pants? Massaging his cock so it grew bigger and bigger?
Walren’s voice broke. “What if I just, um, helped... Without you being inside me?”
Raptor’s gaze cut over to him. “How?”
“I can, um—” Walren cast his gaze around for ideas and saw the cucumber. He picked it up. Then he drew his tongue up its length, showing Raptor how useful he could be.
“Fuck.” Raptor’s eyes flashed red. His breathing grew louder. “That’s—Fuck. Your fucking tongue.”
“I could lick you,” Walren said quietly. He flattened his tongue against the cucumber and bathed it from base to tip.
The alpha leaned forward, his gaze intense.
So Walren pressed kisses up the cucumber, slow and wet, and gave its tip a tiny lick.
Raptor’s breath rushed out. His arms moved, quick and jerky. There came the soft rustle of fabric and the rasp of a zipper.
He’s taking out his cock,Walren realized with a jolt of heat.
The back-and-forth motion of Raptor’s arm grew more pronounced. It became long, languid strokes, as though Raptor was dragging his fist along his entire length. Getting himself wet with his precum.
Raptor’s eyes grew hooded; his lips parted. He waswatching Walren.
Walren shuddered, barely remembering to lick his cucumber.His cock is out. It’s right under the table. It’s RIGHT THERE.
If Walren were to walk around the table, he would see the most private, sensitive part of Raptor’s body.
Raptor didn’t even try to hide what he was doing. He licked his lips and continued to work his fist up and down.
The longer he stroked himself, the more strongly a new scent bloomed through the air—musky and salty.
