Page 37 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
Walren swallowed dryly. “Um.”
“It doesn’t work with my dragon anatomy,” Raptor said lightly. “I haven’t figured out a platform for that yet.”
“Your—” Walren had never seen a dragon cock before, but if it was proportional to a dragon’s size... “That’s too big!”
Raptor’s eyes darkened.
Before he could say a word, he hunched forward like he’d been punched.Again.
Walren could only stare as the alpha panted, his pupils dilating. The bulge in Raptor’s pants thickened.
Then Zebbie kicked in his chest carrier, and Walren realized he had to deposit his baby somewhere safe.
“Be right back,” Walren yelped, turning toward the door.
“Don’t,” Raptor growled, his voice dipping so low, it was almost inhuman.
Walren’s entire body shuddered like it was under Raptor’s control.
“I have to—” he squeaked.
Raptor took a slow, dangerous step toward him. “If you run, I will chase you.”
Walren’s mind raced. “May I have a head start? Please?”
“Fine. One minute.”
Walren tore out of the bedroom, his heart thumping.
How the hell was he going to keep Zebbie distracted while he was away? More importantly, who would watch over his baby?
11
AN ELECTRIFYING CHASE
Walren thundereddown the hallway with his bad leg, ever so conscious of the seconds ticking down. He took the stairs clumsily, two at a time, and skidded into the kitchen.
“Hassel!”
“Hmm?” The butler was still a giant yellow fluffy bird. He ruffled his feathers, then snapped to attention when he saw the look on Walren’s face. “What’s up, Chef Consort?”
“Conso—” Walren didn’t have time to think about that. He began unstrapping Zebbie from his chest. “Raptor just went into a rut and I need someone to watch over Zebbie. Do you know who can help?”
“Hmm,” Hassel said, which didn’t sound the least bit reassuring.
A roar sounded from upstairs, vibrating the window panes.
Walren’s entire body grew taut with awareness.
“Oooh! How exciting!” Hassel bounced. “Do you think he’ll take long?”
“I don’t know!” Already, Walren could hear heavy footsteps thumping down the hallway. “He’s going to eat me!”
Hassel smirked, somehow, in his bird form. “By some definition of ‘eat’.”
“Could you take Zebbie to Ivo?” Walren asked desperately. “He’s just next door. He’ll help.” Walren didn’t want to spring this surprise on his friend, but he only hadseconds left.
“I’ll watch him,” Hassel decided.
