Page 34 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“But we only started... things... last night.”
“We met for the first time a few months ago,” Raptor said with a self-deprecating smile. “I didn’t forget you. But I also didn’t think it was appropriate to approach you so soon after you were kidnapped.”
“But I puked on you,” Walren wailed. “Or is that in your fantasy, too?”
Hassel laughed so hard, he hid his head under his wing and fell over. Raptor flipped him off.
Slowly, as though he was afraid of scaring Walren away, Raptor inched forward. “No. I just remembered you needing me.”
“Oh,” Walren mumbled.
“I would like to please you,” the alpha murmured, his voice dropping. Warmth curled low in Walren’s belly. “Let me show you.”
Walren finally met Raptor’s eyes. Raptor smiled; Walren’s stomach flipped.
“Buh buh buh!” Zebbie said, wriggling and kicking.
Then he farted, and it killed the tension in the air.
Raptor laughed. “Let me give you a tour of my home.”
“Okay,” Walren said, his face still red.
He promptly forgot his awkwardness the instant he stepped into the mansion.
He had thought the sock puppets on the windowsills were overboard.
Nothing prepared him for the sock puppetsinsidethe mansion. Ghost puppets floated along the foyer walls. Princess puppets hung from the chandelier like airplanes. Rows of octopus puppets lined the grand staircase, where the steps met the railings.
“Is this a kink?” Walren whispered.
Elsewhere, Hasselhowledwith laughter.
“Chef Master wraps them around his cucumber,” Hassel yelled.
“I do not!” Raptor yelled back.
Zebbie yelled and babbled along with them, even though he didn’t have any idea what they were saying.
Raptor gave Zebbie two thumbs up. “You’re going to grow up chattering away like my favorite comic book character.” To Walren, he added, “This is the hallway bathroom.”
There were sock puppets on the toilet’s water tank. Some were stuck along the edges of the mirror, and a group of large and small sock puppets had gathered at one corner of the counter.
Then there were the puppets on the wall. Those weren’tsockpuppets exactly; they were actual clothes glued to the walls, with magazine cutouts of celebrity faces sticking out of their necklines.
Walren had never seen anything like this.
It was insanity.
“How...? Why...?”
“I’ll tell you at the end of six months,” Raptor said, sticking out his pinky finger. “I promise.”
Walren squinted at the finger. Then he carefully hooked it with his own.
The warmth in Raptor’s pinky surprised him.
“Like my finger, pumpkin?” Raptor purred.
