Page 43 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
For a second, Walren’s heart fluttered. Then his concern came rushing back. “But Zebbie!”
“We’re going to investigate it right now.” Raptor narrowed his eyes. “Don’t go running off on your own.”
He rolled easily to his feet, taking Walren with him. And now Walren was dangling from Raptor’s arms, his feet floating above solid ground. Raptor’s knot was still locked firmly inside him.
“Please don’t fly,” Walren said.
Raptor huffed. “Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t.”
He took off running. At first, it felt weird because Walren had never been carried like this. Then he grew aware of Raptor’s knot rocking inside him with every step. Walren gritted his teeth, knowing now to anticipate each jolt of pleasure. His cock grew stiff, leaking precum everywhere.
Why was it responding during an emergency? Walren didn’t want to come!
His body had different ideas, growing tight and sensitive. “R-Raptor.”
“Yeah?” the alpha growled. His knot pushed against Walren’s prostate.
Walren gasped. “I-if you keep up this p-pace, I’m gonna—”
“Come, sweetheart.”
Raptor’s knot pressed deeper into him. Walren clutched at Raptor’s arms, coming helplessly.
“Hot,” Raptor said, his voice gravelly.
At the back porch, Raptor paused to grab his shirt, wrapping it around both their hips. Then he charged into the mansion.
“Hass?” Raptor bellowed.
“I’m fine! I’m justmortally wounded,” the butler cried dramatically. “Quick, I need a pickup line to put my soul back into my body!”
Raptor snorted. “Andthat’show I know you didn’t need rescuing, after all.”
“But my soul! It’s floating into the void! I’m dying! I’m—”
Hassel made a very fake retching sound.
“I’ve puked out my soul,” came a very small but pointed voice.
Raptor rolled his eyes and stomped into the kitchen.
A kangaroo lay sprawled on the floor, his tongue sticking out. Zebbie was halfway out of Hassel’s pouch, a smear of blood on his mouth.
“Zebbie!” Walren squeaked.
“It’s my blood,” Hassel croaked—still in that fake-hurt voice. “I’ve lost too much of it. I need help.”
Walren frowned. “Zebbie hurt you?”
“I didn’t know I had nipples in my pouch! I think Zebs ate mine. It’s gone. It’s lost forever,” Hassel wailed.
Raptor held Walren suspended over the kangaroo, pulling open his pouch to peek inside. “Looks like you’re completely intact. It’s just a nick with small teeth. Zebs isn’t a cannibal.”
“... Oh.” Hassel pretended to dry his fake tears. “Well, then.”
“Just because you can’t see into your own pouch doesn’t mean you can falsely blame someone else,” Raptor said dryly.
But Walren still felt bad. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize Zebbie would hurt you. He’s never bitten me before.”
