Page 18 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
He fucked Walren through that orgasm; it seemed to go on forever.
Then Raptor changed the angle of his thrusts. And suddenly the cucumber was hammering against Walren’s prostate on every stroke, a special sort of torment that had Walren clawing at the counter, panting and drooling as his body shot precum everywhere.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he cried, all the words gone from his mind. He couldn’t think.
“Fuck. So eager for me,” Raptor groaned. “You’ll spread your legs and take my cock every single time, won’t you? You’re already taking my cuke so well; you’ll love my cock even more. You’ll beg for my cum, beg me to fill you up. I want to see it drip out of your pretty hole.”
Walren shook like a leaf, only staying upright because of his leg that couldn’t bend.
Raptor kept him bent over, cramming the cucumber inside until Walren came again, and again.
Walren didn’t know when he slumped bonelessly against the counter. Only that he did, and the thrusts inside him slowed down.
Then the thick length slid out, and Walren whimpered at the loss.
How the hell did a cucumber make me come so many times?he thought fuzzily.I can’t even do that to myself with a normal dildo.
Abruptly, Raptor turned away. “You should go.”
“What?”
There was a tightness in Raptor’s voice, in the span of his shoulders, that told Walren something was wrong.
“Wait,” Walren said, trying to think with his bliss-soaked brain cells.
Rut. Raptor had been in rut.
When Walren looked over, he found the alpha with one hand at the base of his cock, wrapped so tightly around his knot that his knuckles were white.
“Did that... not help?” Walren asked, his heart sinking.
Raptor shook his head. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not! I offered to help and it didn’t work.”
“And you still haven’t read that contract,” Raptor growled. “Besides, it’s not as though my knot can fit inside you now.”
“But—” Walren wracked his brain. “What if I hold it?”
Raptor shuddered. “Maybe,” he said breathlessly. “I—I’ve done that once or twice. Had an omega squeeze my knot so it feels like we’re locked together. That sometimes works.”
“I can do that.”
Walren limped over to Raptor on uneven, shaky legs, staring at the hard length gripped tight in his fist. It was veiny and flushed a deep red, so full that it looked like it hurt.
“Let me,” Walren murmured.
Raptor worked his jaw. Ever so slowly, he pried his fingers off his knot, and pulled his hand away.
Walren stared at the thick, intimidating length between them.Oh gods. Why did I volunteer to do this?
Then he saw the way Raptor’s hands trembled; he heard the grinding of Raptor’s teeth.
He needs me,Walren realized.
He touched his fingertips to the smooth knot, warmth soaking immediately into his skin. Then he pressed his hands around its heavy girth, and squeezed.
Raptorjerkedagainst him and roared, “Fuck!”
