Page 22 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“Is it the contract?” Raptor dried his hands on a dishcloth and came over, turning the pages toward himself. “I don’t recall anything being offensive in here, but tell me if I missed something.”
Why did he have to be so nice when he was so far out of Walren’s league?
“Are you sure you want to offer this to me?” Walren blurted. Then he could’ve smacked himself.
“Yes. You’ve passed your, ah, field test.” Raptor coughed, his cheeks turning a faint pink. “I would very much like to make this a working relationship so I can, ah, deposit my loads inside you.”
Walren’s body throbbed with pre-heat. His cheeks betrayed him in a terribly hot blush. “But I—I can’t walk straight.”
The alpha blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything! You’re gonna look at me weird.”
Raptor looked down at Walren’s legs, then back up at his face. Slowly, he said, “You’re aware that you won’t be doing any walking in bed, right?” He counted off on his fingers. “Not whenyou’re held up against the wall, either. Or bent over the counter. Or on all fours. Or sitting on my new contraption—”
Raptor hurriedly cleared his throat and looked away. “Let’s forget that I mentioned the contraption.”
Except that piqued Walren’s interest. “You mean, like a sex machine?”
Raptor shifted uneasily. “You’ll get answers if you sign the contract.”
“Damn it,” Walren whined. He slid the contract closer to himself, wrinkling his nose when he caught another heavy whiff of musk.
“If there’s anything in there that you don’t like...” Raptor trailed off.
“No, no! It’s just... I need to wash my hands. Or every page will smell like your, um.”
Raptor’s nostrils flared. Then he flashed a sharp smile. “Oh. I don’t mind.”
“But this is a restaurant kitchen!”
“I’ll make sure all the surfaces are disinfected.” Raptor waved dismissively. “I enjoy having you smell like my cock.”
Walren’s face burned so hot, he needed an entire fire department to put out the flames.
“In any case, I don’t think badly about the way you walk,” Raptor said. “I’ve seen it before. It doesn’t bother me.”
Walren blinked hard in case this was a hallucination. But Raptor was still in front of him a minute later, his expression unchanged.
“This feels weird,” Walren mumbled into his hands, his neck prickling with embarrassment. He’d never had an alpha openly accept his looks. The ones he had been with either tried to ignore his leg, or they grimaced at it.
Then there was Larei, who had kicked Walren several times just to make himself feel better.
Large fingers brushed Walren’s hair, pulling him out of those thoughts.
Surprised, Walren looked up, only to find Raptor watching him warmly. “Read the contract, please.”
“Okay,” Walren sighed.
Now that he was looking closely, he realized that the contract had been edited in black ink. Some words, and even entire lines, had been struck out, smudged corrections scribbled above them.
“Did you make changes to this after you got it from the office?” Walren asked.
Raptor nodded. “I know you, so I adjusted some clauses to fit.”
Walren searched out the adjustments. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find.
But it certainly wasn’tbetterterms. The pay had been high in the original contract, but it was higher now. He would get more days off. Raptor had added a promise to provide everything Zebbie needed. He was even offering to let Walren and Zebbie stayin his mansion.
