Page 33 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
Raptor smirked. “Welcome to my life.”
“Chef Master!” Hassel crowed, flapping his fluffy yellow wings. “What can I do for you this fine morning?”
“The sock puppets,” Raptor said. “Rotate them so they’re not all facing the same direction. Walren finds it creepy.”
“Ah.” Hassel ruffled his feathers. Come to think of it, his feathers looked rumpled and limp, similar to the exhaustion Raptor himself displayed.
Walren carefully climbed out of the car, turning toward Hassel. “You stayed up late too, didn’t you?”
The butler gave Walren a long, piercing look. “Huh.” Then his smile grew, and he turned to Raptor. “He’sperfect.”
“I told you!” Raptor said with a tired grin.
“Alright,” Hassel said, cheering up. “Rotate the dic—I mean, the sock puppets so they’re not all looking at you like they’re getting ready for a bukkake scene.”
“What’s buk—bu...” Walren scrunched up his face.
Raptor gave him a sly look. “Boo-ka-kay. That’s the Japanese pronunciation. Are you sure you want to know what it means?”
“So innocent,” Hassel crowed.
“I’m not innocent!” Walren protested.
“Well, you made a baby. So you’re notcompletelyinnocent.” Raptor licked his lips. “Bukkake is a thing in porn where—”
“Crap,” Walren said, hurriedly covering Zebbie’s ears.
“—someone’s on their knees, surrounded and waiting to be splattered with, ah, cream from several... spouts.”
Walren wrinkled his nose. “That sounds kind of demeaning.”
Raptor shrugged. “Hey, it’s a kink for some people. Last I checked, you didn’t seem to mind being covered in my cum.”
“I wasn’t on my knees when you did it,” Walren said. Then he blushed when he realized Hassel was listening in.
“Okay, none of that for you. Good to know.” As though they weren’t talking about something really intimate, Raptor went over to a row of sock puppets, turning them so they faced away from Walren. Whatever they were sitting on remained stuck in place, though.
“You don’t mind that Hassel heard all of that?” Walren blurted.
Then he could’ve kicked himself, because Hassel was a shapeshifter—all the Butler Brothers were.
And shapeshifters had one of the best hearing amongst all the species; it was why Raptor and his friends all employed a Butler Brother for security.
Which meant that Hassel would hear whatever sounds Walren made in Raptor’s bed.
Hassel flapped his wing dismissively. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve heard Chef Master jizz himself countless times. In fact, I can even tell by sound which cocksleeve he’s using—”
Walren stared in horror.
“—and let me tell you, he has been jerking off to you for a while.”
For several seconds, no one said a word. Then Raptor turned to Hassel, red-faced, and hissed, “Shut up!”
But he wasn’t denying it.
Walren blinked rapidly. “M-me?”
Raptor rubbed his hands on his pants, avoiding Walren’s gaze. “Um, yes? You are very attractive, pumpkin.”
