Page 40 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
Walren shuddered when a huge, heavy weight grabbed him and brought him down, Raptor’s sheer size holding him trapped.
He felt so small and helpless. Raptor yanked down his pants again, and this time, he pulled them off, along with Walren’s shoes. He pushed Walren’s legs apart to make space for himself, thrusting three fingers into Walren’s hole.
Walren wheezed and clutched at the grass. His legs spread on instinct, pleasure grinding into him with every stroke.
“You run so fast,” Raptor purred. “Such a good omega.”
Walren shuddered and grew wetter. Raptor swore lowly. His fingers pounded in knuckle-deep, and they pressed down around Walren’s prostate.
Then Raptor pulled out completely. Walren thrashed. “No!”
Raptor grasped his cheeks. Instead of patting them like before, he pried them open, exposing Walren’s hole. “Mmmm. Look at that puckered lil rosebud. Just waiting to be impaled. It’s going to open so wide for me. Take me inch after inch.” Raptor tapped lightly on it.
Walren’s faceburned.And slick kept leaking out of him.
“You’re getting wetter just from me looking, pumpkin,” Raptor growled. “So fucking hot. C’mon, show me how fast my lil gazelle can run.”
It brought Walren to his feet. Walren ran again, feeling Raptor’s heavy gaze on him, the wind caressing his sensitive inner thighs. He felt so... wanton, running with his cock out. It bobbed shamelessly with every step he took.
A low sound rang out behind him. Arousal shot through Walren’s body, seconds before Raptor pounced and pinned him bodily.
“Mine,” Raptor growled. “Caught you fair and square. Time to claim you.”
He pushed his thick, hot cock between Walren’s cheeks, rubbing his tip heavily over Walren’s hole. Precum shot onto his entrance, smearing when Raptor rutted against him.
Walren whimpered. Each time Raptor thrust against his hole without entering him, it felt like he was being denied.
Then Raptor pushed inside, his sheer size stretching Walren.
Walren came. Raptor sank in slowly, inch after inch opening Walren’s convulsing body, keeping him spread.
“So good,” Raptor hissed, his breathing ragged. “So tight for me. Your body welcoming me inside, begging for my cum.”
“Please, please, please,” Walren moaned, lifting his hips.
“I don’t have a condom on,” Raptor purred in his ear. “So every drop of my cum will go inside you, and I’ll fill you up so full, breed you so fucking well.”
Walren came again, pleasure bursting between his legs.
“You like that,” Raptor panted, thrusting in hard. “You want to be bred.”
“I—” Maybe he did. There was something so hot about Raptor filling him, breeding him. Walren couldn’t remember what was so terrible about being bred.
Except Raptor pulled out with a wet sound, large palms spreading Walren open so he could look at Walren’s stretched hole. “Now, I want you to get on your feet for me, and run one last time.”
Walren whimpered. “I want your cock!”
“So earn it, sweetheart. Let me chase you down, win you, and breed you.”
Walren was on his feet before he could think, taking stumbling steps. Slick poured down his thighs. He tried to run. But he felt the ghost of Raptor’s cock inside his hole, thrusting deep. Walren stuffed his hand against his mouth, biting down on his palm so he could focus.
Raptor gave him a longer head start this time. He could feel the alpha watching him. When he looked back, he found Raptor with his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off as he admired Walren’s ass.
Even though Walren still felt terribly self-conscious about his bad leg, a thrill ran through him. He reached behind and spread his own cheeks, showing the alpha his hole.
Raptor snarled. He was on his feet the next second, closing in fast.
Walren ran faster. But he was no match for an alpha in rut.
